WT Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Blank Email – Wen Shixi can only be Jiang Quanyu’s younger brother…

Chapter 29: Blank Email – Wen Shixi can only be Jiang Quanyu’s younger brother…

Away from the noisy middle deck, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back in the dimness.

The dark deck almost blended into the night wind, the cold handrails gleamed, this place seemed to belong to a different world from the magnificent and dazzling banquet hall, filled with the terrifying feeling of being alone in the depths of the ocean.

Due to his increasing age, the man’s figure was slightly hunched, but he still exuded an elusive vigor in the deserted sea breeze.

As footsteps gradually approached, Jiang Lian slowly turned around and looked at Wen Shixi walking beside his secretary.

Jiang Lian’s voice was slightly hoarse: “Shixi is here.”

Wen Shixi stopped not far from Jiang Lian, the hem of his clothes constantly tugged by the sea breeze, and nodded slightly: “Hello, Uncle. Why are you here?”

Jiang Lian’s voice was sinister: “You ask this because you’re curious why I, Jiang Lian, would appear on this ship when Tiertin Paradise is clearly Jiang Quanyu’s project, isn’t that right?”

The fact that the Jiang family’s old man abandoned his son Jiang Lian and instead cultivated his grandson Jiang Quanyu had been discussed by the entire Linggang for over twenty years.

The grandfather never publicly stated why he made this decision, but Jiang Lian indeed lacked talent, with subsidiaries losing money and going bankrupt one after another, until recent years when he stabilized the situation a bit by developing real estate.

Wen Shixi paused slightly, and obediently said, “I just think that it’s getting cold, and you shouldn’t be waiting for me on the deck. You should pay more attention to your health.”

Jiang Lian had heard this kind of flattery all his life, and the truth and falsity of it were uninteresting.

“Let’s be direct, Shixi.” Jiang Lian said in a deep voice, “You’ve already met Tang Xu, haven’t you?”

Wen Shixi paused slowly, and then, he slowly said, “So, Father suddenly brought me on the ship because Uncle wanted me to meet Tang Xu.”

Jiang Lian’s gaze shifted, glancing at the intelligent young man in front of him.

Although the brothers Jiang Yan and Jiang Lian weren’t close, if Jiang Lian came, Jiang Yan wouldn’t need to call Wen Shixi to accompany him.

“Tang Xu is a humble and excellent child, and his pheromone compatibility with Quanyu is also very high.” Jiang Lian looked at the indifference on Wen Shixi’s face, paused slightly, and asked directly, “But this is too unfair to Shixi, isn’t it?”

Wen Shixi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and remained silent for a moment.

“Uncle, I don’t understand what you mean.”

In the cold wind, Jiang Lian’s lightly wrinkled mouth slightly hooked up: “Compared to Tang Xu, I prefer Shixi to be my son’s omega.”

Before he finished speaking, Wen Shixi’s fingertips slightly curled, and a chill suddenly spread across his eyes.

Wen Shixi had heard many absurd things, but he had never heard such an outrageous joke.

The cold sea breeze blew past the two, setting off a chill.

Jiang Quanyu having feelings for his younger brother and turning his brother into an omega was an absolute scandal that could not be spoken of in the Jiang family.

Wen Shixi: “Even as a joke, Uncle has gone too far.”

Wen Shixi could only be Jiang Quanyu’s younger brother, and could not become Jiang Quanyu’s omega.

“After the paradise is completed, Quanyu will return to Washington.” Jiang Lian said slowly, “Unless his project is constantly delayed, he will stay in Linggang.”

Wen Shixi feigned ignorance: “I have never been involved in these commercial projects. If you talk to me about these things, I may not be able to have a good conversation with you.”

Jiang Lian: “If you still resent Ling Xiao, I hope you can be a little smarter. Actually, if you think about it carefully, from childhood to adulthood, Quanyu has always been different to you than to others. Don’t you really want to have those preferences again?”

Wen Shixi frowned slightly, gazing at Jiang Lian’s constantly opening and closing lips.

Wen Shixi’s gaze was gentle, as if it contained nothing, and he seriously said, “I really don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Seeing this, Jiang Lian met Wen Shixi’s eyes for a moment.

Wen Shixi’s clear eyes did not contain any selfishness or ambition, only a strong indifference that blended into the deep sea.

Long-term cultivation and companionship made Wen Shixi extremely similar to Jiang Quanyu at certain moments when he needed to show his sharpness.

After a few seconds, Jiang Lian withdrew his gaze: “Is that so? Then I misunderstood.”

Jiang Lian’s voice was a little long, with a meaningful rhythm.

Wen Shixi pursed his lips slightly, and then his expression returned to normal, bringing the conversation back to its original track: “As for what you just mentioned about Ling Xiao, I won’t call the police.”

Jiang Lian: “The Ling family has been in a mess these days because of tax issues, and all projects have been suspended. You really don’t need to call the police anymore.”

Wen Shixi changed the subject: “But if it happens a second time, I will release the recording of that night.”

Jiang Lian was surprised: “Recording?”

“You can guess.” Wen Shixi said calmly, “Did Ling Xiao mention your name in the recording?”

Jiang Lian smiled slightly, not moved at all, and responded, “A recording of unknown origin on the internet can’t cause anything.”

Wen Shixi raised his head, looking at Jiang Lian’s scheming eyes across the sea breeze: “One recording can’t do anything, it’s just that Grandpa might hear about this scandal and become dissatisfied. Uncle shouldn’t want that, right?”

The old man of the Jiang family valued his reputation extremely much and such uncle and nephew fighting each other would definitely not be tolerated.

Wen Shixi also knew that a recording couldn’t do anything, but unlike Jiang Quanyu, he didn’t intend to do anything in the first place.

Fairness and justice were never needed by Wen Shixi.

He was like a dark plant that didn’t need sunlight, as long as he was in a range that no one cared about, ensuring that he could continue to live in such a withered state, and that no one would come to provoke him again, that would be enough.

“Shixi is right.” Jiang Lian pretended to be teasing: “If something happens to Shixi, Father will be sad too. I have already transferred a plot of suburban factory land to the Ling family, and my previous transaction with the Ling family is over. Shixi, since it’s a useless recording, you don’t need to keep it anymore.”

For Jiang Lian, he didn’t intend to continue using Wen Shixi to do anything under Jiang Quanyu’s nose.

Wen Shixi got the answer he wanted and wanted to end this boring probing: “Since that’s the case, does Uncle have anything else to ask me?”

Jiang Lian shook his head, and put on the amiable appearance he had at the beginning: “Why didn’t you put on a coat before coming out? Are you cold?”

Wen Shixi shook his head: “I’m not cold.”

Jiang Lian turned around, paused for a moment, and said casually, “Think about what I said carefully when you go back. If you have any thoughts, call Uncle.”

Wen Shixi heard this and replied insincerely, “Okay.”

Jiang Lian: “Since there’s nothing else, go back.”

Wen Shixi nodded again and said goodbye to Jiang Lian: “In that case, Uncle, rest early.”

As he said this, he turned around and walked in the direction he came from.

Footsteps landed on the deck, making clear, soft sounds, sinking into the dark night.

In the silence, Wen Shixi had just taken two steps when suddenly, Jiang Lian spoke again behind him.

“Your Aunt Yalan—” Jiang Lian’s eyes were pitch black, like a void abyss, “What was the content of the email she sent you before she passed away?”

Wen Shixi’s feet faltered, standing in place.

As the blood congealed, the night wind was cold, instantly flooding into his shirt, sweeping away his body temperature.

Wen Shixi gently rubbed his fingertips, a light flashing in his eyes for a moment.

A moment later, Wen Shixi turned his head.

“There was nothing.” Wen Shixi said, “Just a blank email… Why are you suddenly asking about this, Uncle?”