After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains - C.101: A Neat and Tidy Family

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Jiang Changtian returned to his seat.

He wiped his sword clean.

Using his own clothes to wipe it.

He didn't know where Mr. Gong got the white cloth from.

He could only open his robe to wipe it.

He wiped slowly, because his hands were trembling, but he wiped it very clean.

He didn't know that his action of opening his robe to wipe his sword was almost etched into the dreams of every woman present.

He returned the sword to Gong Qichi and bowed with clasped fists, "Apologies for taking everyone's time to handle a family matter, pardon me."

Who dared to laugh.

Gong Qichi took back the sword.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what the Young Master had said.

"He is ill, seriously ill, worse than me."

Brother Jiang indeed had an illness, just now he was startled.

He was truly worried that with one sword stroke, Jiang Changtian would kill that old lady. He couldn't kill Madam Jiang, they were instructed before coming here.

But what could he do, Gong Qichi liked Jiang Changtian's conduct even more now.

Jiang Changtian sat down.

It seemed he wanted to hug his wife.

As he stretched out his arms, he realized they were in public,

So Jiang Mianmian was placed into her father's embrace instead.

It looked as if he had reached out to hug his child.

Jiang Mianmian fell into her father's embrace and felt his body trembling.

Her father was far from as calm and composed as he appeared.

His arms held her tight, very tight.

At this moment, Jiang Mianmian hated her short arms, wishing she could hug her father, but she couldn't.

She could only stretch out her little hands and gently pat her father.

But her father passed her to her elder brother.

Jiang Yu sat to the side, shedding big tears, stuffing food into her mouth while crying, eating and hiccuping, crying.

Her father was so pitiful.

Jiang Yu suddenly burst into wailing sobs.

Her cries drowned out Jiang Huaisheng's wails of grief.

Her cries drowned out Jiang Wan's frantic calls for someone to treat her father's wounds.

Everyone: ...

Zi Ganjiang felt his brain throbbing from the cries.

At first, the helpless glance from the lady of the household almost compelled him to go over.

But her cries brought him back to his senses.

If he went to help now, Mr. Gong would torment him to death later.

At first, Zi Ganjiang thought the Jiang family was just a bunch of good-looking, sweet-talking pretty boys.

With their looks and ability to say some nice words, they could easily win people over.

But he never expected this scholarly, delicate-looking man to actually use their power today to resolve his own affairs, on this occasion.

Zi Ganjiang felt some admiration in his heart.

He was a warrior, a rough man who valued loyalty and righteousness.

But he also looked down on those who were unfilial and disrespectful.

The reason his adopted father chose him was because he praised his filial piety.

Being filial and respectful was the root of being a good person.

If someone was called unfilial or disrespectful, even the stray dogs on the street could bark at him, and rightly so.

From now on, he would take off the hat of being unfilial and disrespectful.

At least he could hold his head high as a person.

His children would not be descendants of an unfilial or disrespectful person and could marry normally.

Jiang Changtian took a spoon and sipped some soup.

In fact, the hand holding the spoon was trembling, everyone saw it trembling.

Yet no one laughed.

He then picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and took a bite, then another bite.

He let out a gagging sound.

But he still continued to eat in big mouthfuls.

Each time he ate meat, he habitually felt like vomiting.

Because Aunt Yao always said his body was weak, he had to go hungry for a few meals before he could eat, and when he was finally allowed at the table, there would always be greasy meat in front of him.

If he didn't eat, his mother would be displeased, saying he was picky again, and his elder brother would also rebuke him for being a picky eater.

To please his mother and satisfy his brother, he would eat in big mouthfuls.

Oh, she wasn't his mother. And he wasn't his brother.

Then who was his mother?

Jiang Changtian ate the meat.

He didn't dare ask anymore.

Madam Jiang would rather die than say, but he knew she wasn't lying to him, because he knew how much Madam Jiang valued longevity and feared death.

She said his birth mother didn't want him and tried to kill him.

Jiang Changtian raised his cup again, this time pouring a cup of wine.

"Brother Yehang, today is the happiest day of Changtian's life. First, to have met Brother Yehang and found a kindred spirit. Second, to have rediscovered myself. Cheers!"

Gong Qichi was very moved, he looked at Brother Jiang, he didn't know why, but his eyes welled with tears.

He drank the cup of wine in one gulp.

He saw Brother Jiang also downed the cup of wine in one gulp.

Jiang Changtian drank with tears streaming down his face. The wine was so spicy, so spicy. With a thud, he fell forward unconscious.

His long black tresses cascaded down like a waterfall.

Qin Luoxia stood up.

She bowed with clasped fists to everyone, "Pardon me, my husband's alcohol tolerance is just one cup, I'll take him back first."

In front of everyone, she lifted up her husband and carried him on her back.

Qin Luoxia carried her husband on her back.

Jiang Yu followed, Jiang Feng carrying his little sister, they bowed to everyone.

The family of five left just like that.

Outside, the wind and snow were raging.

Gong Qichi promptly ordered his guards to escort them.

Among the crowd, some actually wanted to shout that they didn't leave anyone as a hostage, they just left like that?

But no one dared to shout.

Jiang Huaisheng covered his face, wailing in resentment as he watched his brother's family leave just like that.

Young Lord Zi hadn't said a word, but everyone was used to it, the Young Lord seldom spoke.

He actually wanted to say something.

But he felt suppressed, with no opportunity to speak.

His seat was near the window, he turned his head and could see the long street.

The street was deserted, very quiet.

The soiled, messy street that was trampled had been covered by snow.

Very clean, very white.

The group of people walked out from the restaurant, slowly making their way. f𝚛𝚎𝗲we𝗯𝗻ovel.𝐜om

On the white snow, a line of footprints appeared.

He saw that woman carrying her husband steady and straight.

The deepest, straightest footprints on the snowy path were left by that woman.

He saw Jiang Mianmian's sister still crying, sniffling, carrying a food box in her hands.

Someone must have given it to her as they were leaving.

He saw Jiang Mianmian's brother carrying her.

Jiang Mianmian's head rested on her brother's shoulder.

It seemed she looked up.

Jiang Mianmian seemed to have looked up at him.

Zi Zhengding watched as the family left.

He suddenly envied Jiang Mianmian, how nice, her family was so complete.

Though unbalanced, but completely whole.

On the snowy path, a new line of footprints appeared, neat and tidy.

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