Chapter 37: Awesome Son

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What’s the matter, Miss Su? Take a seat and have some dinner. You probably haven’t eaten yet. I’ll ask a servant to get a bowl and chopsticks for you. We can talk while we eat.”

Tong Jingxian stood in front of Su Zhi’en with a dignified and gentle manner of a noblewoman. Tong Jingxian’s simple instructions to the servant fully displayed the imposing manner of a lady from a wealthy family.

Su Zhi’en clenched her fists as the expression on her face turned cold. “It’s not necessary. I only came here to check on Jiang Wei because I received a call from Ming Ze saying that Jiang Wei almost got lost when we were at the Jiang Corporation.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’re here. That’s fine then. Jiang Wei is perfectly fine. He just doesn’t like to talk to people, and he prefers to keep things to himself. I’m guessing that he just went looking for his father at that time, but couldn’t find him, so he went downstairs. He’s fine now, Miss Su. You don’t have to worry.” Tong Jingxian was very understanding as she consoled Su Zhi’en.

After hearing this, Su Zhi’en couldn’t hold it in any longer as her face turned pale. She could hide her feelings toward an arrogant person in front of anyone, but not in front of her son. She couldn’t ignore the fact that someone else had stolen her role as this child’s mother.

“Since he’s fine, I’ll take my leave. Sorry to bother you.” After saying this, Su Zhi’en turned around and prepared to leave. She was considerate and polite because she didn’t want to look like a lunatic before her son.

“You’re too kind, Miss Su. Since you’re already here, why not sit down and have some dinner with us? If you’ve already eaten, you can eat some more. Don’t let Jiang Chen scare you. He always has such a bad temper.”

Unexpectedly, Tong Jingxian refused to let Su Zhi’en leave. She pulled Su Zhi’en back regardless of whether or not she agreed. She proceeded to bring Su Zhi’en over to the dining table enthusiastically.

Su Zhi’en glared at Tong Jingxian coldly. ‘What is this b*tch up to?’

Tong Jingxian didn’t look at Jiang Chen as she did this because deep down in her heart, she didn’t want to see Jiang Chen leave just because he saw Su Zhi’en.

“Aunt Zhi’en, did you purposely come to visit me?”

“Y-yes, I did.” Su Zhi’en looked at the child next to her in shock. She didn’t realize that he had suddenly come over to her side, that she even stuttered a little. ‘Why is this child so enthusiastic all of a sudden?’ For a moment, Su Zhi’en didn’t know how to react.

‘My mother is so simple-minded sometimes that she allows these people to harass her to this extent. Why are you still in a daze? Fight back!’ Bai Yu’an proceeded to sit down next to his mother. He then waved at the servant across from him and said, “Bring me my bowl.”

“Huh? You want to sit next to me?”

Not only were Tong Jingxian and the others caught off guard by the child’s words, even Jiang Chen, who was sitting across from him, had a surprised expression on his face.

“Why are you sitting there? Come back here and finish your meal quickly.” The surprise on Jiang Chen’s face didn’t last long as it was immediately followed by anger. His handsome face turned livid as he told Bai Yu’an to quickly return to his original seat.

But why would Bai Yu’an return to his original seat? Su Zhi’en was his mother, and most of the people in the room were harassing her. If he didn’t protect Su Zhi’en as her son, then who would?

Bai Yu’an imitated Jiang Wei and coldly glanced at the person across from him. “I don’t want to sit there! Aunt Zhi’en is here to visit me, so I’ll sit with her.” He then turned and faced his mother. “Aunt Zhi’en, I want to have a taste of the dish over there. Will you help me with it?”

“Yes, I’ll get it for you!” Su Zhi’en was about to cry from excitement. She quickly picked up her chopsticks, picked up a large portion of food from the plate that her son was pointing at, and put it into his bowl.

“Thank you, Aunt Zhi’en!”

“You’re welcome, Jiang Wei. Hurry up and eat.” Everyone in the dining room was petrified. This was because they had never seen Young Master Jiang act so coquettishly toward anyone, let alone ask someone to help him with his food. After all, he was just like his father, a serious germaphobe. Jiang Wei would never eat something that was touched by others.

‘This is utterly insane!’ Tong Jingxian could no longer keep up her pretenses. She clenched her fists and glared at the mother and son with hatred in her eyes—Tong Jingxian had a vicious expression on her face.

Jiang Chen was also angry. He would never have thought that this d*mn woman would affect his son to this extent in just one day. ‘What is she trying to do? Is she trying to steal my son from me? She’s dreaming if she thinks she can do that!’

“Aunt Zhi’en, look at my gloves. Don’t they look great?”

“They really do look great!” Su Zhi’en, who was pealing the shrimp shells with her head lowered, subconsciously glanced at her son’s hands when she heard his words. When Su Zhi’en recalled what she saw when she entered the dining room, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

“I know, right? Aunt Jingxian knitted these for me. She said that she knitted these herself.” After Bai Yu’an heard his mother’s praise, he deliberately stretched out his hands so that Su Zhi’en could take a closer look at the gloves.

“She knitted those gloves herself? It surely doesn’t seem like it. If it was hand-knitted, the spaces between the stitches couldn’t possibly be so uniform. A seasoned tailor wouldn’t sew the beads onto the gloves after the fact. They would have used the stitching on the gloves to hide the seams and make them look tidier and more natural. How could this be hand-knitted?”

Su Zhi’en finished explaining her thoughts and sneered, “This doesn’t seem to be hand-knitted. Hand-knitted thread knots aren’t usually tied like this.”

“What? Really?” With Bai Yu’an’s doubtful exclamation, the dining room immediately fell silent.

As for Tong Jingxian, her expression instantly changed.

“What do you mean? Why are you saying that the gloves aren’t hand-knitted? Do you have experience with making these things, Su Zhi’en?” Jiang Chen was the first person to question her. He didn’t know why, but he just didn’t want to believe that Su Zhi’en was telling the truth..