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Chapter 187 Jiang Zhenyuan’s Dark Psychology

Zhou Yu didn't know what the father and son talked about in detail, but since that night, the relationship between Jiang Qingyan and Jiang Zhenyuan reached a freezing point. Jiang Qingyan became what he is now, and he never saw the trophy and certificate again.

Later, Jiang Qingyan's dark circles became heavier and he could no longer sleep. He followed the young master to the United States. It can be said that he witnessed Jiang Qingyan's struggle history.

Zhou Yu had nothing to say and could only silently lead the two of them to the office door.

Knock on the door and enter.

Only Jiang Qingyan and Jiang Zhenyuan, father and son, were left in the office, sitting opposite each other. Jiang Qingyan placed the tea in front of his father, and the hot steam was like an invisible barrier between the two of them.

Jiang Zhenyuan went to the company early this morning as usual to deal with work matters big and small. Naturally, the news of Huanyuan Technology Company's name change was the first thing he heard.

He is such a smart person that he naturally realized that something was wrong at the first moment. He should have known it when he applied, instead of realizing it now that it was already a fait accompli.

Jiang Zhenyuan knew that his eldest son was involved.

His rising anger was extinguished at this moment, and the hand that was about to make a phone call also paused at this moment. This is why he chose to come to his youngest son's company.

Jiang Zhenyuan looked at Jiang Qingyan's face through the mist. He had matured, his facial features had become firmer, and he looked more and more like him.

It had been a long time since he had sat down calmly with his youngest son since that conflict.

No chance, no courage.

"Why do you do this?" Jiang Zhenyuan asked in a deep voice, his cloudy eyes falling on his son's young face.

Jiang Qingyan was also looking at his father. He never understood what his father was so obsessed with. From the age of 12 to 18, he had fought and argued countless times. Now, compared to the man in his memory, his father's body was no longer as straight as before, and the wrinkles on his face showed his aging. Only his eyes were still the same as before.

"Open up the market." Jiang Qingyan still didn't want to say more.

Jiang Zhenyuan looked at the high-spirited, arrogant man in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking. The face in front of him seemed to overlap with someone buried deep in his memory, with the same youthful unrestrainedness.

His calm emotions began to crumble again, and his father's words seemed to reappear in his mind: "Zhenyuan, learn more from your brother. He is much more mature in handling this merger and acquisition than you are..."

Recalling this, "Jiang Qingyan, go and take a look at the company's current situation. This small workshop is your hard work. Do you have to destroy it?" Jiang Zhenyuan's voice was extremely sharp.

"No, I have discretion."

"Jiang Qingyan!!! Whatever your attitude is, I'll just watch and see how this pile of junk of yours collapses," Jiang Zhenyuan stood up angrily and left.

"Father, are you so against everything I do because I look like my uncle?" Jiang Qingyan stood up and said to the back.

Jiang Zhenyuan paused, and then he sped away like a punctured balloon.

"Don't you feel familiar with the name Xingyuan?" Jiang Qingyan's cold voice sounded again.

Jiang Zhenyuan never looked back, but walked faster and faster in response to Jiang Qingyan's voice. Soon, Jiang Qingyan was the only one left in the huge office.

Jiang Qingyan slowly walked to the French window and looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic below. Over the years, he had always felt that his father's attitude towards him was very alienated, until he accidentally saw the photo of his deceased uncle and knew why.

The human heart is something that cannot even be understood by blood ties.

Jiang Zhenyuan felt his head buzzing in the car. Few people knew how much hatred he had for his deceased brother. Yes, he hated his brother.

The proud genius in the eyes of his parents.

His brilliance made his elder brother seem mediocre and ignored.

However, this genius died at the most dazzling age.

Yes, geniuses always have short lives.

Jiang Zhenyuan only remembers being heartbroken, crying and trying to comfort his parents: "Dad, Mom, I will support Huanyuan from now on, don't worry."

Jiang Zhenyuan will always remember what his father said. His father shook his head and said, "No, Huanyuan will only go further under your brother's guidance. Zhenyuan, you work hard, but compared to your brother, you lack talent."

At this moment, Jiang Zhenyuan is already old. He recalled his life in the speeding car. If his youngest son had followed his ideas, Huanyuan would have reached the top by now, and the territory would definitely have doubled than it is now.

Jiang Zhenyuan's eyes were bloodshot. He really wanted to let his father see if he was doing better than his brother.

Jiang Zhenyuan himself was unwilling to admit his complicated feelings towards his youngest son. Jiang Qingyan not only looked like his younger brother, but also had a similar personality and even talents.

Yes, of the three children, the eldest son has a calm personality and is suitable for the ups and downs of officialdom, the second daughter is more resolute and is suitable for the public security system, and the youngest son is talented and is suitable for taking over the company.

But deep down he didn't want his youngest son to have any contact with the company.

It's fear.

He was afraid that his younger son, who was just like his younger brother, would run the company very well and shine brightly. Jiang Zhenyuan knew his son's abilities very well, but he just wanted to vent his resentment towards his younger brother on his younger son.

Because he is Jiang Qingyan's father.

He is the current ruler of Huanyuan.

He wanted to use the long-term interests of his family to suppress Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Zhenyuan unscrupulously destroyed Jiang Qingyan's dreams when he was young. Emotional violence is the most deadly.

No one knew his dark thoughts, not even his wife.

But now, the youngest son has almost escaped from the web woven by Jiang Zhenyuan. He has built his own nest and even left the family. He is indeed as promising as his younger brother.

However, he seemed to have no memory of the name Xingyuan? Jiang Zhenyuan couldn't remember it.

When Jiang's mother heard the news, she was also panicked at first. The relationship between her youngest son and her husband has always been bad. She hurriedly called Qing Cong, and her eldest son comforted her that this was just the division of some business and did not mean anything.

Jiang's mother's heart finally relaxed a little, but she still felt uneasy.

As my husband gets older, he often becomes very stubborn and refuses to give in.

Jiang's mother sometimes wondered why Qing Yan couldn't follow her husband's arrangements. It was all for the sake of the family business. Besides, no matter what she did, she would be surrounded by power and would not have let the relationship become strained for so many years.

But after calming down, she felt that the child had done nothing wrong, so why couldn't her husband just give in? After thinking about it, she felt helpless and had to compromise.

Who can be wronged?

Ji Xia was driving on the way back. The sunlight reflected golden spots on her sunglasses. Soft and cheerful music played in the car. She was in a very good mood. From time to time, she would make eye contact with Xingxing in the passenger seat. "Xingxing, little treasure, my little baby, whose kitten is so cute?"

When Ji Xia looked at the little kitten, she inexplicably felt a surge of maternal love and composed some songs without melody.

Xingxing was softened by the sun, and she lay on the mat, squinting at the person in front of her: "Meow~~~~ (Why did the beautiful sister just now become black now?)"

Ji Xia asked Sister Yan to come downstairs in advance, and the two of them used a picnic cart to move Ji Xia's things upstairs twice.

In the elevator, Ji Xia thought of something and turned her head to ask, "Sister Yan, have the cat climbing frame and cat bed I ordered arrived?"

Sister Yan smiled and replied, "Here we are. I was just thinking about the instructions when you came back."

"Okay, let's put it together later."

Ji Xia first assembled the fence, disinfected it, put in the floor mat, cat bed, and litter box, and put Xiao Xingxing in there first to prevent it from running around while the two of them were arranging other things for it.

Sister Yan and Ji Xia were working with their heads down when suddenly the cell phone rang.