Chapter 102#
Even if no one was watching him, he didn’t want to run away anymore.#
“Jian Yunchen, you tell me. Exactly who—is the one keeping Jian Xin locked up?”
Jiang Yunhan followed Jiang Sheng’s gaze, turning his head toward him, but his tightly clenched hands slowly relaxed after seeing Jian Yunchen’s expression.
He furrowed his brows and asked in disbelief, “Xiao Chen…? What does Dad mean by that?”
Jian Yunchen kept his eyes lowered, remaining silent. His eyelashes cast a small shadow over his eyelids, making it impossible to see exactly what he was thinking.
“Heh.” A cold sneer pierced through that already fragile veil of decency.
Jiang Sheng said clearly, word by word, “You think he’s some kind of good person? He personally agreed to let me take his mother away.”
“Now he’s putting on the act of a victim? Back then, who was the one so eager to dump Jian Xin on me because he thought she was a burden—”
“Shut up!” Jian Yunchen barked in a low voice.
He stepped forward quickly, grabbing Jiang Sheng’s collar. His eyes were wide and filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.
“You don’t know anything at all!”
Jian Yunchen roared, yet the corners of his eyes reddened involuntarily.
“I don’t know?” Jiang Sheng looked at him coldly and slapped his hand away with a sense of contempt.
“What don’t I know? What you did, what your mother did—I know all of it. Weren’t you just disgusted that your mother was a self-degrading b—”
Jian Yunchen clenched his fist and swung it straight at Jiang Sheng.
The massive impact sent his head snapping to the side.
Jiang Sheng leaned against the table and turned his head back. His lip was split, and traces of blood seeped out.
Jiang Yunhan covered his slightly parted mouth with both hands in shock. The next second, he rushed forward and grabbed Jian Yunchen’s still-trembling wrist.
“Xiao Chen!” He pulled Jian Yunchen behind him, shaking his head gently at him, and said softly, “Don’t be impulsive…”
Jiang Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He lifted his eyes, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in their depths.
His gold-rimmed glasses had been flung to the floor. Without the lenses as a shield, his sharp gaze shot directly at Jian Yunchen without reservation.
The depths of his eyes were murky, hiding a suppressed rage.
Seeing his gaze, Jiang Yunhan subconsciously shuddered. His whole body went stiff, and the hands tightly holding Jian Yunchen’s began to break out in a cold sweat.
Jiang Sheng slowly stood up, his expression gradually turning dark. His tall frame cast a shadow, and the pressure of someone long accustomed to a high position became evident.
He straightened his collar; the pure white fabric was stained with dots of blood. He picked up the landline phone and coldly dropped a few words.
In less than half a minute, several burly bodyguards burst in.
They stood in a row in identical poses.
Jiang Sheng didn’t even lift his eyelids again. He simply ordered, “Take him down and let him cool off. When he’s calmed down, let him out.”
The well-trained bodyguards acted decisively, without a single word of unnecessary chatter.
The second the words fell, several people had already surrounded Jian Yunchen and Jiang Yunhan.
“Don’t touch me!” Jian Yunchen slapped away a bodyguard’s hand. The redness had faded from his eyes, but his expression remained one of obvious anger. He glared coldly at Jiang Sheng. “I can walk myself!”
He left the study first, with the bodyguards following close behind.
Jiang Yunhan stood there, watching Jian Yunchen’s retreating back for a long time, unable to regain his composure.
He never thought things would turn out this way.
He thought he had glimpsed all the truths of the past.
But the truth was far more complex than he had imagined.
His father’s love was fake; all the strictness and nearly harsh demands were not based on love.
They were based on a cold genetic report.
He was merely a product of modern medical science, born of Jiang Sheng and another woman he didn’t even know.
No blessings, no expectations.
His biological mother didn’t know him at all.
Even though he and Jian Yunchen looked nearly identical, he was subconsciously excluded and rejected.
When Jiang Yunhan learned all this, he thought all his grievances finally had a vent. He thought he could righteously run to his father and demand: Why did you do this?
But the reality was the exact opposite of what he imagined.
Jian Xin had been taken away for “treatment” by Jiang Sheng with Jian Yunchen’s personal consent.
And Jian Yunchen—he had no grounds to criticize him at all.
Because Jiang Yunhan couldn’t find a better solution either.
In such a situation, what could be done to protect a broken home?
He suddenly didn’t know who to hate anymore.
Those grievances and angers were like a punctured balloon, deflating until only a nearly empty chest remained.
A cold wind whistled through it.
The heavy door was slammed shut, and the sound of it being locked came from outside.
Low voices in conversation echoed through the door panel.
Jian Yunchen thought tiredly:
Even if no one was watching him, he didn’t want to run away anymore.
Too tired.
It was as if all his strength had suddenly been drained away.
He just wanted to find a place to lie down.
A figure curled up quietly on the expensive but cold marble. The spacious room was silent, with only the faint sound of breathing echoing softly.
Dust mingled in the air, slowly entering his lungs through his breath.
Jian Yunchen lay on the floor, slowly blinking his eyes, looking at a certain point outside the window.
There wasn’t even a moon tonight.
It was covered by thick clouds, letting not a single sliver of light through.
Suddenly, a familiar ringtone rang outside the door.
Jian Yunchen’s ears twitched.
It was his phone, confiscated by the bodyguards before he entered.
Low voices murmured, and the name “Qin Mu” clearly reached Jian Yunchen’s ears through the door.
Jian Yunchen’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
He sat up, looking toward the door.
After a while, he finally moved.
Jian Yunchen stood up. The cold had seeped into his bones, making his limbs a bit stiff.
He first looked around, moving slowly.
He walked toward the window. Unlike the room where Jiang Yunhan had been held last time, there was no small balcony here. The window faced the lawn below.
The third floor—not exactly high, but not low either.
Jian Yunchen looked down. In the darkness, his vision wasn’t very clear, but if he remembered correctly, there were several flower beds at this spot.
If those could act as a buffer…
His hands gripped the windowsill as he pushed the window open.
The cold wind blew his hair and the hem of his clothes. Jian Yunchen subconsciously shivered.
Just as he was about to step out—
The door lock gave a soft “beep.”
He froze instantly and spun around abruptly.
His chaotic heartbeat thudded against his ribs.
Jian Yunchen looked at the person who entered, his eyes trembling slightly.
It was… Jiang Yunhan.
Why was he here?
After entering, Jiang Yunhan closed the door behind him and approached him step by step.
Jian Yunchen instinctively took a step back, but his back was already against the edge of the window; there was no further room to retreat.
He watched Jiang Yunhan approach. His racing heart slowly steadied, but his voice was incredibly stagnant.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice echoed softly:
“Why are you here?”