Chapter 101

Chapter 101

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Jiang Changtian returned to his seat.

He wiped his sword clean.

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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.

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.

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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