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Chapter 1199 - 826 Second Update

Chapter 1199: 826 Second Update

As the sun dipped lower, the world gathered its last glimmers of twilight.

Darkness spread over the bordering waters.

Thus the lights on both sides became increasingly resplendent.

Young Prince Ye, after a stretch, halted his movements, gazing at the city across the river.

"Uncle Jiang, do you think the lights over in the Capital City are getting brighter?"

It seemed like an offhand question, yet it seemed laden with deeper meaning.

Jiang Zhenghua looked towards the opposite shore, calmly nodded, and said, "Mhm, they are brighter."

"Sigh... it really is a bit cold."

Ye Tingxuan, by the ship’s rail, drew his coat tighter around him, turned around, and walked back to take a seat, perhaps feeling the drop in temperature and not wanting to stay out any longer.

"Mr. Xiang, I must tell you some good news."

Finally, looking straight at Xiang Yonghua, he grinned and said with a congratulatory tone, "Your son has been rescued."

Has been rescued.

And was rescued.

Those are two different things.

Xiang Yonghua remained unfazed, still wearing a calm and composed smile.

"He has already called us."

What defines a magnate.

This is stature and courage.

"Young Master Ye, can we send someone to fetch him now?"

He asked courteously.

Jiang Zhenghua quietly stared at the brightly lit Capital City across the river.

"No need."

No need?

Could it be they were not ready to call it quits?

Before Xiang Yonghua could speak up, suddenly—

"Beep beep~ beep beep~ beep beep~"

The sound of an ambulance, accompanied by the wind, drifted faintly over.

How could there possibly be an ambulance here?

The conversation faltered, and Xiang Yonghua instinctively turned his head to find that it wasn’t an illusion.

Indeed, there was an ambulance making its way towards them from the shore.

"Mr. Xiang, why trouble yourself when I’ve brought the person to you?"

Ye Tingxuan, who values the rules of the game, said with a smile.

The ambulance came to a stop at the riverbank.

The medical staff got out, and then a stretcher was wheeled down.

As the guards on shore received notification, they didn’t impede.

"Dad..."

The medical staff lifted the stretcher from the shore onto the deck.

It was indeed the Crown Prince of the Xiang Family, who had recently been beleaguered by disasters.

They took the person away and now they were bringing him back.

Such adherence to principle commands deep respect!

Jiang Zhenghua’s mouth betrayed a helpless smile.

Having lived for a good part of life, he had weathered countless storms.

But he also knew ambulances were for picking people up.

Not for delivering them.

Perhaps due to the exhaustive journey, the Xiang Family’s Crown Prince was conscious, but having skirted close to death, he was very weak and immobile, lying stiffly on the stretcher, looking eagerly at his father, a pitiable sight.

Yet his father, whom he imagined to be all-powerful, sat unmoving.

"Cover him up, cover him up, it’s windy and cold," said Ye Tingxuan, ever so considerate.

What a merciful heart!

The medical staff who had delivered him hurriedly tucked the blanket around Xiang Shang, wrapping him up tightly.

Father’s love is different from mother’s love.

If Mai Jie were here, she definitely would not have been able to control her emotions; perhaps this is why Xiang Yonghua chose not to bring her this time. As a father, Xiang Yonghua simply looked at his son to check he was breathing and showed little concern, quickly turning his head to thank Ye Tingxuan for "returning what was lost" with a simple, "Thank you, Young Master Ye."

"A trivial matter."

Ye Tingxuan waved it off nonchalantly, as if it were nothing worth mentioning.

"Uncle Jiang, I shall take my leave now," he then said to Jiang Zhenghua.

"Won’t you have something to eat?"

Ye Tingxuan shook his head.

Jiang Zhenghua didn’t insist on him staying.

Ye Tingxuan got up, exuding an air of casual ease, yet he paused as he walked past the stretcher.

Seeing him bend down and stare at himself, the Crown Prince of the Xiang Family, who once never regarded anyone highly, shivered like he had seen a ghost, his eyes trembling and his face full of panic.

Sometimes, compared to physical injuries, mental problems might be more deserving of attention.

"Young Master Xiang, once your wounds heal, we should spar again."

Xiang Shang’s heart spasmed uncontrollably, he held his breath until he almost fainted.

Another fight?

"These are Mr. Xiang’s words."

Ye Tingxuan candidly declared.

Ignoring the other’s look of despair and fear, Ye Tingxuan considerately tucked in the blanket for him and then disembarked from the ship.

Xiang Yonghua and Jiang Zhenghua watched everything with their own eyes.

The most ironic thing was that, after Young Prince Ye disembarked, he actually ignored the luxury car and climbed into the ambulance instead.

"Beep boop~ beep boop~ beep boop~"

The ambulance turned around and shakily drove away.

It wasn’t clear whether he had called the ambulance for others or for himself.

"Who knows what he will be like when he reaches our age,"

Jiang Zhenghua mused.

There are many kinds of younger generations, but this type really seems unique in the whole world.

"It’s good that he’s alright."

Jiang Zhenghua then said, "Let’s consider this matter settled."

The ambulance drove off into the distance.

Although Xiang Shang was still alive and out of danger, it didn’t seem quite right to describe him as "alright."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Xiang Yonghua said calmly, as if he couldn’t see the misery and injustice suffered by his son.

"There’s no need to thank me, in fact, you should thank that young man who just left,"

Jiang Zhenghua said with a complex smile.

As an elder of the Jiang family, who nearly sacrificed their lives for the country, Jiang Zhenghua was fully qualified to call Ye Tingxuan "that young man."

Thank?

Xiang Yonghua turned his head.

The pretense and superficiality of the situation was one thing.

But Ye Tingxuan had already left.

With one’s own dignity completely lost and one’s son left in a state of spiritual shock, how could one possibly thank the other party?

For others, it might be seen as a mockery and insult to take pleasure in another’s misfortune, but Xiang Yonghua knew that the man sitting beside him couldn’t possibly be such a person and would never speak without purpose.

Looking at Xiang Shang on the stretcher, pale and motionless, Jiang Zhenghua’s gaze then moved across the river to the depth of the Capital City, and with a tone neither light nor heavy, neither rushed nor slow, he said, "Young Master Ye is right; it’s better to look further into the future. Recently, there has been an incident inland that you might not have heard about yet."

"What happened?"

"The Fang Family’s Fang Jun was sentenced a few days ago for business crimes, five years,"

Jiang Zhenghua stated succinctly.

The Fang Family.

Crime?

Sentencing.

Five years?

Xiang Yonghua’s mind automatically captured several key words, and his pupils contracted.

"...The Fang Family from the Capital City?"

Jiang Zhenghua nodded.

"I just found out about this matter myself, I’m not deeply familiar with the specifics, but whether deep or not, it’s not important."

Xiang Yonghua’s thoughts raced, his cunning and intellect leaving him no stranger to the underlying meanings in those words.

"Does this have something to do with that young man surnamed Jiang?"

"Mhm."

A simple word, yet it suddenly caused a great upheaval in Xiang Yonghua’s heart!

He was a legitimate businessman.

How could the word "crime" possibly be associated with the Fang Family?

"It’s windy here, take him back for a good rest,"

Jiang Zhenghua got up.

Xiang Yonghua suppressed the surging torrents within his heart and stood up as well.

"Mr. Jiang, I cannot express enough gratitude for your great kindness."

He said earnestly and solemnly.

Jiang Zhenghua didn’t say anything and walked towards the deck.