Fire Chief vs. Surgeon: A Tale of Relentless Pursuit-Chapter 702
Lu Jing was very curious. Logically speaking, this matter had been concealed for nearly twenty years, so how did it suddenly come to light?
"Did you do this?"
He couldn’t help but suspect.
Jiang Ye’s mouth twitched with an incredulous smile:
"What? I’m that cunning and deceitful in your eyes? Everything is my doing?"
Cough, cough.
As soon as he said this, Lu Jing couldn’t hold back and choked on his saliva, leading to a bout of coughing.
He was probably feeling a bit guilty.
"No, of course not. I just..."
The man turned his head:
"Just what?"
He put on a deliberately oppressive demeanor.
Rolling his eyes:
"If I said nothing, then it’s nothing. Think whatever you like."
Hmph, not falling for that one. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
"Alright, alright, I believe you."
What else could he do?
Force a confession, or cave in under pressure?
Definitely neither!
From the rearview mirror, Jiang Ye saw the woman in the passenger seat obviously trying to suppress a laugh, and his lips curled up as well:
"I’ll take you home first. Can you manage alone at home?" he asked.
"Why wouldn’t I be able to? I’m not a child!"
Jiang Ye hummed softly but didn’t reply, just quietly murmuring to himself: You’re even more worrisome than a child right now!
...
A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the firefighters’ station.
Jiang Ye was in a hurry to get to Father Jiang and Jiang’s mother, and since there was definitely no danger in her office, he didn’t bother to walk her upstairs.
However, he did watch her enter the building before starting the car and driving away.
Father Jiang and Jiang’s mother were not staying at their own hotel this time but at a hotel closer to the firefighters’ station.
Though both were nominally five-star hotels, the difference was palpable as soon as one entered.
The Jiang family’s hotel was definitely of a super-five-star caliber, whether in terms of the décor, design, or staff, all top-notch.
While this five-star hotel, from the moment you walked in the door, the staff was not as proactive, quite lackadaisical, in fact.
Luckily, Jiang Ye didn’t care about these things and went straight to the elevator.
...
Father Jiang and Jiang’s mother had returned to the hotel about twenty minutes earlier, and as soon as they arrived, they each sat on opposite ends of the sofa, silent, the atmosphere tense.
After a while, Father Jiang spoke up:
"Old Su, why don’t you go take a shower first?"
Mainly, he didn’t want to keep watching his wife so angry; getting too upset could harm her health!
The Jiang family’s affection for their wives was a gene ingrained deep in their bones, passed down from generation to generation.
But Jiang’s mother clearly didn’t want to:
"Why should I go? If you want a shower, go by yourself!"
Her tone was far from pleasant.
Tsk.
At that, Father Jiang fell silent again.
It was still not the time to provoke her.
And so, the couple fell back into the same silence as before.
Until the doorbell rang.
’Ding-dong... Ding-dong...’ twice.
Jiang’s mother didn’t move, but Father Jiang proactively got up to open the door.
Opening it to see his eldest son, his face immediately brightened with emotion:
"Aye is here?"
Jiang Ye could instantly tell something was off with his dad.
And with a clever guess that was spot on, he glanced around the room without moving an inch:
"Has Jiang Huai not arrived?" he asked.
Father Jiang shrugged:
"Not yet, Xiao Wu’s hotel is a bit far, so it takes some time to get here."
"Alright, then I’ll wait for him outside, it’s a bit stuffy here, I need some fresh air."
The conversation had gone this far, and Father Jiang couldn’t press his son to come in; he could only turn around and head back with a forced smile.
He had thought his son’s arrival could act as a shield,
but what was the result?
He still had to face his wife’s fury alone!
Tsk tsk.
