ABHL 14

Chapter – 14

Feng Zhuoxi shook his head. “You’re so stubborn. One day, someone’s bound to slap you down.” He couldn’t believe that his friend would really go his whole life without having a girlfriend.

“Since she’s a friend, why didn’t you invite her to come out drinking tonight, so I could meet your only female friend?”

Jiang Yu raised a slight eyebrow, crossing his legs. “Not close.”

Zhang Kai exclaimed, “Not close? Hang out a few more times, and you’ll be close.”

“There’s no need,” said the man on the black leather sofa, looking as indifferent as a wealthy second-generation heir.

“Alright, you’re completely impervious to anything,” Feng Zhuoxi said.

Jiang Yu didn’t respond. He pulled a pack of mints from his pocket and tossed one into his mouth.

Seeing this, Feng Zhuoxi teased, “You’re such a rebellious, unruly guy. You don’t smoke, fine. But why do you like candy? That doesn’t fit your image at all.”

Who would have thought that the racing god, Jiang Yu, would carry candy with him.

“The things of handsome men, you don’t need to know,” Jiang Yu replied casually, lifting his eyelids slightly. Then he added, “You all should smoke less. Don’t give yourselves lung cancer and die young.”

Zhang Kai shouted in protest, “Ugh, don’t curse us!” He still had plenty of money to spend, and if he died young, he wouldn’t accept it. His life philosophy was simple: enjoy everything early, and spend all your wealth before death.

But that was hard for him—he had too much money. He would hardly be able to spend it all in his lifetime.

Jiang Yu’s wealth was even more than his.

Chapter 13 – The Rebellious Son, That Bastard

In a neo-classical European-style restaurant, Jiang Yu’s mother looked across at someone and asked in puzzlement, “When did you come back?”

“Last night.” Jiang Yu drank a large gulp of honey water. He had drunk a little too much the night before and now had a slight headache.

His mother immediately knew that he must have returned late at night; otherwise, no one would have noticed him coming home.

If he hadn’t come downstairs for lunch now, they still wouldn’t know he was back. His bedroom was rarely entered by anyone except the housekeeper who cleaned it every other day.

Jiang Yu’s father glared at him and said coldly, “What are you back for?”

He had been waiting for Jiang Yu to graduate and take over the company, but instead, his son got involved in racing, which made him very angry.

He had planned to cut off Jiang Yu’s finances so that he would have no choice but to work at the company quietly.

But this rebellious son had skills; since high school, he hadn’t touched his father’s money. If it weren’t for his assistant stopping his account, he wouldn’t even know.

He later found out that Jiang Yu had been investing in stocks and other ventures since high school, making money comparable to, or even exceeding, his father’s.

That was why he didn’t need to use family money to afford the expensive sport of racing.

Hearing this, Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and said plainly, “Wasn’t it you who asked Mom to call me a few days ago, asking when I’d be home?”

The old man, despite his age, was still stubborn and couldn’t admit it.

Jiang Yu’s father coughed awkwardly, saying stubbornly, “I didn’t ask your mother to call. You can come home whenever you like.”

He glanced at his wife, silently asking why she had revealed this.

Jiang Yu’s mother didn’t bother with him. “Don’t look at me. I’m stating the truth. You’ve been nagging me so much that my ears are calloused.”

“Don’t you two have any communication? Do I have to be the middleman?”

Jiang Yu smiled lightly and said, “Mom, it’s not my business. I don’t treat you as a messenger. If I need to contact Dad, I call him directly.”

He added, “I’m not as concerned about face as he is.”

Jiang Yu’s father immediately regretted letting his wife make that call. This rebellious son had returned and immediately angered him, as if he thought he had too much life left.

“Finish your meal and get out.”

“And don’t call me ‘Old Jiang’ or ‘Old Jiang’… I’m human, not ‘Jiang Ke.’”

“You said I didn’t have a son. Words, once spoken, are like water spilled—they can’t be taken back,” Jiang Yu said casually.

Hearing the buzzing arguments, Jiang Yu’s mother thought, “These two together are less than three years apart in maturity. So childish! Good thing they don’t live together, or my ears would be tormented.”

After a brief silence at the table, Jiang Yu’s father asked again, “When do you plan to take over the company?”

After two seconds of no reply, he shouted, “Are you deaf?”

Jiang Yu didn’t answer directly. “Didn’t you hear what Mom just said?”

“Bastard!” Jiang Yu’s father exclaimed angrily.

Fearing he might truly anger his father, Jiang Yu answered calmly, “Your body is strong. Another ten years or so, you’ll still be fine.”

His father sighed, trying to reason with him. “Racing and managing the company aren’t mutually exclusive. You could still race when you have time.”

Jiang Yu put down his chopsticks, abandoning his previous casual demeanor. He spoke seriously, “You said it yourself: when I have time. If I take over the company, I won’t have time for racing. Racing isn’t just about participating in a race; it requires professional training. If I enter, I must win and become the strongest racer.”

“Managing a company is the same. Jiang Group is already top in the Beijing business circle, but if I run it, I must make it even better. I either do it or not; if I do, I must do it to perfection, to the top.”

Jiang Yu’s father nodded slightly, feeling that this rebellious son might have a point.

Jiang Yu’s mother spoke up, “Jiang Yu is right. You manage the company for a few more years, and let him pursue what he loves while he’s young.”

“He never said he wouldn’t take over the company. It’s just a matter of timing.”

The family business, now in the hands of father and son, had become a hot potato.