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Chapter 473 - 473 468 Old Jiangs Attraction
Chapter 473: Chapter 468: Old Jiang’s Attraction Chapter 473: Chapter 468: Old Jiang’s Attraction Jiang Fengwei wasn’t very clear about Jiang Yan’s current situation, he couldn’t ask around, and he didn’t dare to visit Beijing University, fearing that it would anger his son. Thus, he could only guess that his son must have been working hard to put together tuition and living expenses.
Living alone, his expenses were not large, and he saved up almost eighty percent of the manuscript fees he earned.
This time, calling his son to ask about the rent was just a pretext; what he really wanted was to give him all the money he had saved. On one hand, it was to pay the rent, and on the other, to let him keep some for personal expenses.
As for the tuition fees, that was adequately covered as well.
It was one thing when he was locked up and couldn’t do anything about it, but now that he was out, he naturally had to take on the responsibilities that a father should bear.
As for the Jiang Family in Jianglin Village, the last time he was injured and in the hospital, he truly felt hurt by his parents and siblings, which completely chilled his heart. He swore never to associate with them again. He even thought about discussing with his son that when he died, he shouldn’t be taken back to Jianglin Village; rather, his ashes should be scattered into the great rivers and seas to drift with the tides.
So since his release, he hadn’t contacted the Jiang Family a single time, which amounted to a complete break in relations.
But deep down, Jiang Fengwei also felt a profound loneliness. The rented house wasn’t small, but he was always alone with just his own shadow for company. The house was forever cold and empty, devoid of even a hint of liveliness.
Although he liked Jade City very much, without Jiang Yan being there, he actually wished… to rent a house where Jiang Yan lived.
But he knew this wish was impossible to fulfill, as Jiang Yan would surely not agree to it.
“I’ll come over then. If I leave now, I’ll get there around noon.”
After saying this, Jiang Yan hung up the phone, then wiped his face and sighed helplessly.
After all, he was his biological father; it wasn’t possible for him to forever ignore him.
In his last life, Jiang Fengwei had always been indifferent towards him, but that was the last life. This life, due to his own changes, his father had also changed a lot, and some things were no longer possible.
Forget it, let’s go have a look.
All the ingredients for the New Year’s Eve dinner were prepared, and there was nothing pressing today; Mu Jiawen and her mother had gone to watch a movie together.
Jiang Yan sent her a text message, then drove out of Beijing.
Three and a half hours later, Jiang Yan arrived smoothly in Jade City.
When the doorbell rang, Jiang Fengwei was frying meatballs in the kitchen.
Knowing that Jiang Yan was coming, he had gone out to buy groceries after hanging up the phone.
Jiang Fengwei was usually very frugal, but because of health reasons, he also didn’t dare to eat carelessly, understanding that a visit to the hospital might cost half a month or even a month’s food expenses.
That wouldn’t be saving money; it would be wasting money.
So for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even if he was cooking noodles, he would always eat properly. However, he mostly ate vegetarian, buying beef or mutton once every two weeks, and having fish or shrimp once a month.
He was very regular with his meals, and didn’t spend much.
Today, he bled cash like never before when he went to the market.
Lamb, beef, chicken wings, prawns, oysters… Apart from the basic vegetables, he nearly had a full range of meats and seafood.
His cooking skills were still quite good. Sometimes when eating at a restaurant, if he liked a dish, he could almost always re-create it at home after asking about the method. It was just that he had been too busy before, and even after divorcing Shu Wan, he never really took the time to cook properly for Jiang Yan.
He had no time, and also no heart.
He didn’t realize it before, but looking back now, he acknowledged that he had let Jiang Yan down in more ways than one.
Hearing the doorbell, Jiang Fengwei quickly turned off the stove and put down the chopsticks, turning to open the door.
“Xiaoyan, you came so quickly? I thought you’d take a while longer,”
Having not seen his son in two years, Jiang Fengwei looked at Xiaoyan’s tall figure and always felt he had grown even taller – had he grown again?
He himself was not short, standing close to 180 cm, but looking at Jiang Yan still required him to tilt his head upwards.
“Come, change your shoes. The slippers are brand new,”
As he spoke, Jiang Fengwei bent down and offered a pair of pristine cotton slippers to Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan remained silent. Glancing at Jiang Fengwei, whose hair had already turned significantly grayer, he curbed the surprise in his heart and quietly changed his shoes.
It had been only two years, yet why had so much of his hair turned white?
“Dad fried your favorite dish, the vegetable meatballs. Have them while they’re hot. The other dishes will be ready soon,”
With that, Jiang Fengwei turned back to the kitchen and brought a plate of golden-fried radish meatballs to the table, grinning as he said, “When you were a kid, you loved these the most. Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside. Give it a try.”
He waited expectantly while looking at him.
Jiang Yan had no choice but to pick up a pair with chopsticks and put one in his mouth, nodding his head, “Mmm, pretty good.” There was just no salt.
“If you like them, eat more. I’ve also stewed some tomato beef brisket and shrimp in the pot,”
Jiang Fengwei bustled about in the kitchen, excited, while Jiang Yan watched him with mixed emotions.
Just then, the doorbell rang again, and before Jiang Fengwei could come out from the kitchen, Jiang Yan had already walked over and opened the door.
“Jiang Da…”
As soon as she saw who was standing by the door, her voice suddenly came to an abrupt stop. The middle-aged woman with fair skin and narrow eyes looked at Jiang Yan, surprise flickering across her face before she swallowed her words and quickly corrected herself, “You are…?”
“Teacher Mei, this is my son, Jiang Yan,”
Jiang Fengwei had also reached the door by this time, wiping his hands on his apron and introducing Jiang Yan with a smile, pride subtly lacing his tone, “Didn’t I tell you? My son is studying at Beijing University, he’s a junior now.”
“Right, right, right, I remember, I remember. Wow, that’s impressive, those who can get into Beijing University are the cream of the crop from every city. Speaking of which, Jiang Brother, my mother made some buns and asked me to bring them over to you.”
Jiang Yan had already noticed the plate in the middle-aged woman’s hands, carrying five big white and delicate buns, enough for the old Jiang to have two meals.
“Thank you, Auntie. Please come in and sit,”
Jiang Yan reached out to take the plate from Teacher Mei’s hands, inviting her in warmly.
“Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine. You father and son haven’t caught up in a long time, I won’t intrude,”
After saying this, Teacher Mei turned around nimbly and entered the apartment across the hallway.
Neighbor, huh…
Thoughtful, Jiang Yan closed the door and asked as he walked in, “She’s single, isn’t she?”
Old Jiang replied without any suspicion, “I suppose so. Her husband was a firefighter and perished on duty ten years ago. She’s a primary school teacher and never remarried, just living with her son and parents-in-law. A very filial person. Oh, and her son is studying at Beijing Media University, not a bad school either. But, of course, it’s not quite on par with your Beijing University.”
There was a hint of smugness in his voice.
Jiang Yan glanced at him, feeling that since leaving his previous job, Old Jiang’s emotional intelligence had decreased and his observational skills grew dull; he couldn’t even tell when someone was interested in him.
Taking a careful look at his father, Jiang Yan had to admit that even though his hair had turned gray, there weren’t many wrinkles on his face. Tall and with a composed air, and having spent the past two years writing, an air of refined elegance had imperceptibly attached itself to him. For middle-aged women, he would indeed be quite the attractive figure!
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