Chapter 827: What Kind of Act Is This? (3)

Jiang Hai’s face turned ashen, his suspicions nearly confirmed in his heart.

He struggled to restrain his anger; this was the first time Jiang Yisheng had seen him so furious. Growing up, Jiang Hai rarely lost his temper with him, so it was clear that this time he was genuinely incensed.

Jiang Yisheng slowly bowed his head, not daring to speak.

"You..." Jiang Hai slammed the table, his gaze filled with disappointment as he looked at him.

"When exactly did this start, and how long have you been hiding it from me?"

He always knew that something was off between them. Before, when he used to play with Feng Yi, he never saw them as close as him and Ji Mingqian. So this was the situation all along.

Facing his shocked and disappointed eyes, Jiang Yisheng showed a bitter smile, "Just recently."

He had anticipated this outcome long ago. He knew he would oppose, but even so, he wouldn’t give up on that person. He couldn’t let go.

"Asheng, do you know what you’re doing..."

Halfway through his speech, Jiang Hai paused, his tone turning cold, "Did you leave the hospital without a word because of this matter as well?"

Jiang Yisheng made a sound of acknowledgment, admitting everything.

"Jiang Yisheng." Jiang Hai was furious, almost throwing the teacup from the table.

At a critical moment, he managed to control his temper, putting the teacup back heavily on the table.

"Dad, I’m sorry," Jiang Yisheng said hoarsely.

Engulfed by the impact of this incident, Jiang Hai couldn’t calm down, his anger flaring to his temples.

Hardening his heart, he commanded, "No matter what, I won’t agree to this. Your mom and your grandmother won’t agree either, so you should abandon that thought as soon as possible."

Before the words were finished, Jiang Yisheng knelt to the ground with a thud.

His knee hit the cold floor with a heavy thump.

"Dad, I’m sorry, I can’t do it."

Jiang Hai stepped forward, staring at him coldly, without his usual gentleness, "Say that to me again."

Jiang Yisheng looked up, speaking firmly, "He is the one decision I want to hold onto in my life."

He could give up the violin and the Jiang family’s wealth, but not this. He had tried countless times; he couldn’t give it up and didn’t want to.

"You..." Jiang Hai was enraged, trembling all over, his teeth grinding audibly.

"Even if it means abandoning your family, it doesn’t matter?"

Jiang Yisheng lowered his head, his face full of apology, "Dad, don’t force me. You know I can’t make that choice."

They were his parents, and he couldn’t harden his heart to choose.

Jiang Hai’s face turned blue with anger, he staggered, reaching to steady himself against the sofa to avoid falling, "Then why, knowing we can’t accept it, do you choose to do this?"

Jiang Yisheng said nothing, bowing his head to listen to his reprimand.

"I’m asking you one more time, will you give it up or not?" Jiang Hai asked sternly.

Jiang Yisheng shook his head, stubbornly meeting his gaze, still uttering only that sentence, "I’m sorry."

"You..." Jiang Hai’s face changed as he raised his hand to hit him.

Jiang Yisheng closed his eyes, feeling the rush of wind by his ear, but the anticipated pain didn’t land on his face.

He slowly opened his eyes and realized Jiang Hai had withdrawn his hand.

At this moment, Veya pushed the door open and walked in, surprised to see Jiang Yisheng kneeling on the floor, "What are you two putting on now?"

For the first time, Jiang Hai ignored her, looking at Jiang Yisheng with indifference, "Are you determined to stick to your choice?"

Jiang Yisheng clenched his hands tightly, nodding slightly.