CHAPTER 652: CHAPTER 641: VICIOUS VILLAIN

"I can’t believe he’s become so powerful now!" On the way home, Wen Xiao couldn’t hide her astonishment.

Jiang Yi’s hands on the steering wheel showed bulging veins, his eyes filled with intense jealousy and mockery: "What? You regret it now?"

Wen Xiao, sitting in the backseat soothing her son, frowned upon hearing this: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Nonsense?" Driven by impulse, Jiang Yi slammed down the accelerator, "Stop pretending. I’ve seen it all. Do you still love Jiang Cheng? Do you regret marrying me?"

The car suddenly sped up, the son began to cry again, Wen Xiao, looking at the emotionally unstable Jiang Yi, panicked and said, "Jiang Yi, what are you doing? Stop the car! Stop the car now!"

"What? Want to get off my car to find Jiang Cheng? Want to rekindle old flames with him? I’m telling you, that’s impossible!" Jiang Yi floored the gas pedal.

Wen Xiao hugged her son and yelled, "Jiang Yi, have you gone mad? Our son is in the car; you’re frightening him!"

"He is crying because he knows his mom is about to leave him and me!" At this moment, Jiang Yi was like a madman, completely unhearing of any advice, "Tell me, do you regret it? Do you want to go back to Jiang Cheng?"

"What on earth are you babbling about? I’ve already broken up with him, it’s you I married!"

"Yeah, you married me, but do you love me? You’ve always loved Jiang Cheng, haven’t you? If I hadn’t interfered, you’d have married him long ago!" The more Jiang Yi thought about it, the more jealous he grew. Why should someone like Jiang Cheng get ahead?

"Jiang Yi, the one I love now is you. Would I marry you if I didn’t love you? Stop the car, do you want our son to die with you?" Wen Xiao held her son who was crying as if his heart was being torn apart and screamed, her eyes completely red.

"Wah... Wah..." The mere three-month-old baby seemed to also feel the fear, crying loudly.

Looking at his son through the rearview mirror, Jiang Yi suddenly panicked. He then abruptly saw a large truck coming head-on. He quickly turned the steering wheel and hit the brakes, but the car was going too fast. Despite his and the truck driver’s timely reactions, they still collided.

In the face of the approaching danger, Wen Xiao quickly protected her son in her arms, then felt the world spinning around her. She bled profusely and heard cries from Jiang Yi and passersby. Her mind went blank until she heard her son’s crying, which brought her back to consciousness.

Ignoring her own pain, she passed her crying child to the rescuing crowd and then fell unconscious.

At the same moment, Jiang Cheng’s gaming company went public, catapulting him and Han Fei into the top ten of the young tycoons’ list.

The next time Jiang Cheng heard about Jiang Yi was five years later, by that time he had divorced Wen Xiao, his company had been bankrupted by the Wen Family, and he was dodging Jiang Cheng’s gaze, a limping figure with a faulty leg.

Jiang Cheng recognized him but did not approach to greet him; instead, he walked past indifferently with his new wife.

Seeing Jiang Cheng ignore him, Jiang Yi attempted to follow, but was stopped by the hotel’s security: "Sir, our hotel has been booked by Mr. Jiang today. Please show your invitation."

Jiang Yi’s face was filled with a grim expression: "Get lost, I want to see Jiang Cheng; I’m his elder brother."

The security was very dutiful: "Sorry, sir, without an invitation, we can’t let you in. Maybe you can give Mr. Jiang a call."

"Get lost!" Jiang Yi tried to rush in. He was out of options, the Wen Family wouldn’t let him see his child, his company was gone, and he was saddled with a mountain of debt. Now, only Jiang Cheng could save him.

"Teacher, if you continue like this we will have to be impolite," the security guard’s face turned cold, and seeing more and more people with invitations arriving, the security chief finally ordered his subordinates to drag him out.

Jiang Yi, now with a limp leg, was no match for the young and strong security guards, and in the end, he was embarrassingly tossed out the back door.

"Open the door, I want to see Jiang Cheng, I want to see him!" Jiang Yi repeatedly banged on the back door of the hotel.

"Yi’er!" At this moment, an elderly and ordinary man behind him spoke with a trembling voice.

Jiang Yi froze upon hearing this voice, not daring to turn around.

"Yi’er, is that you?" the old man called out again.

Tears streamed from Jiang Yi’s eyes, and his lips quivered as he stammered: "Dad..."

"It really is you, Yi’er!" Jiang Hongcai ran over, his eyes also red as he looked at Jiang Yi, "How did you end up like this? What happened to your leg? Where is Wen Xiao? My grandson? Where is he?"

"Gone, everything’s gone." Jiang Yi, in agony, crouched down hugging his head. Since the car accident five years ago, Wen Xiao had forced a divorce upon him as her face was irreversibly damaged in that accident. To take revenge on him, they not only forbade him from seeing his child but also drove his company into bankruptcy.

He regretted it, he truly regretted it, he should never have been so impulsive at that time!

"It’s alright, it’s alright, dad is here," Jiang Hongcai embraced Jiang Yi, gently patting his back over and over again, "Come home with dad."

Jiang Hongcai’s current residence was in a dilapidated district, small in size but tidy and clean. He was taking out the keys while saying: "This is the apartment Miaomiao rented for me, it’s a bit small, but dad has kept it very clean. Take a seat, I’ll go wash some fruit for you."

Jiang Yi sat in silence, not speaking again.

Jiang Hongcai cut up a few slices of watermelon and sat down beside him: "I heard you saying you were looking for Jiang Cheng. Listen to dad, don’t go looking for him, he won’t help you."

"How have you been getting by these years?" Jiang Yi asked softly.

Jiang Hongcai seemed to have let go of the past, his tone calm: "Not too bad. It was a bit hard at first, but then I found a job as a security guard, did a bit of scavenging, and then Miaomiao and Jiang Cheng found me. They rented this place for me and even send me a fixed living allowance every month."

"They..." Jiang Yi spoke two words and then stopped.

Jiang Hongcai continued for him: "You mean to ask if they hate me?" He gave a bitter smile, "How could they not hate me? They both have money, but the money they give is only enough for my basic living. However, I’m content. Having something is better than nothing. It’s enough that they haven’t completely forgotten me."

Jiang Yi wanted to ask more, do you hate me? But he was too ashamed to utter the question.

That night Jiang Hongcai asked him to stay, to which he did not object. However, in the middle of the night, he slipped away quietly. Nobody knew where he went, but Jiang Hongcai would always receive living expenses sent by an anonymous person after a while; he knew it was from his eldest son.

He searched for Jiang Yi for a long time but never found him. He saved all the money that was sent to him, hoping to put it in Jiang Yi’s hands one day, but until his death, he never saw his beloved eldest son again.