Chapter 62: The Wheel of Fortune Turns, Jiang Fan Plays the Role of a Grandson

In the kitchen, though there were two people, only one was cooking. Jiang Fan, holding a cucumber in his hand, watched the old man prepare the meals. The vegetables were all brought by the two elders, pre-cooked and frozen in the refrigerator, needing only to be heated up.

Jiang Fan had learned cooking from the old man and was considered an apprentice.

Watching the dumplings, shaped like wheat ears, being placed on the steamer, Jiang Fan pinched his chin and grimaced.

"You're really biased. When I said I wanted to eat dumplings, you made one with a wrapper that needed both hands to hold, put in the filling, and pinched it closed to fool me. But when Tang Wan suddenly said she wanted to eat dumplings, you carefully made them into wheat ears? I'm your son, and she's your daughter-in-law."

The old man kicked backwards at Jiang Fan, angrily saying,

"How dare you say that? Tang Wan mentioned that when you went to your father-in-law's place, you were treated like a son. What's wrong with us treating Tang Wan like a daughter? Your mother always wanted a daughter."

"And zongzi? Don't tell me you also made fish and pork knuckle."

"None for you. I'll save some money for you to show off to your mother. Little rascal, don't expect to get any money from me in the future. Your mother didn't notice the injury on your face because of her poor eyesight. Figure out a way yourself. How did you get injured on your back?"

"I got into a fight, staged a scene, and almost got myself into trouble. But the result was not bad."

"Hmm, I'll make a coffin for you when I get home. Don't get too fat."

"You keep it for yourself."

After speaking, Jiang Fan turned and ran, while the old man smiled without making a move.

This was how they interacted as father and son. When Jiang Fan was young, the old man was very strict with him, beating him until he became fearless, which led to their current relationship where the father didn't act like a father, and the son didn't act like a son.

Jiang Fan's family was completely different from Tang Wan's. Now, Jiang Fan could understand how Tang Wan felt every time she went home. He circled around his mother twice, but she didn't notice the injury on her son. Finally, Tang Wan spoke up and asked Jiang Fan to change his clothes.

Just as he took off his pajamas and revealed the bandage, Tang Wan pushed the door open and walked in naturally. She approached and began to unwrap the bandage from Jiang Fan's body. Jiang Fan stood by the bed, looking at the reflection on the window and chuckled softly.

"Why do I feel like we're becoming more like an old married couple? I don't know when my feelings for you changed, or when you started to care about me."

After hearing this, Tang Wan gently tapped the scar on his back with her finger. Jiang Fan sucked in a breath of cold air and was about to speak when Tang Wan said,

"Don't flatter yourself. I don't care about you. I come from a merchant family; I'm only interested in money. Lie down!"

This made Jiang Fan shake his head with a smile. She was too proud. It might be as difficult as ascending to heaven for Tang Wan to say that she liked him, cared about him, or was attentive to him. But wasn't Jiang Fan the same?

He obediently lay down on the tatami mat. Tang Wan brought a small medicine box. She didn't know if the white medicine spray would be effective for this injury, or if it could be considered a bruise. Because it was too heavy, Jiang Fan found that the tatami bed had become softer when he lay down, with two thick layers of blankets underneath.

Tang Wan knelt by Jiang Fan's side after removing her shoes. The wound on his back was bleeding. Actually, Jiang Fan wasn't sure if the injury was caused by a stick or the back of a knife. He just felt that the chances of it being a stick were greater. After applying the medicine, Tang Wan said gently,

"There's no bandage at home. Wear a vest later. Mom knows you're injured on your back. I told her it was caught in the car door when I closed it. Dad seems to have noticed."

Jiang Fan, with his chin resting on the pillow, sighed weakly and moaned,

"I can't escape the old man's eyes. Hey, do you know Qian Ling?"

Tang Wan frowned and asked with confusion,

"The absentee owner of Rongyao? I've heard of her but haven't met her. Have you set her as your target? Are you a bit too eager?"

"There's no way around it. Aren't you going to work tomorrow? Is everything fine at the company?"

"No, I'm not going. Mom said she'll be back the day after tomorrow, so I need to stay with her. You don't go to work tomorrow too. When we take Mom for her check-up, we'll get an X-ray for you as well. It would be bad if you've hurt your bones. I don't care what you do outside, but when you're home, you have to listen to me."

"You sound like a nagging wife."

"Get out of here! I just don't want my four million to fly away like a duck."

"Did you transfer money to Mom?"

"How I spend my money is none of your business! We're divorced!"

Tang Wan, who had already got off the tatami bed, felt increasingly angry as she thought about it. She had been dumped by Jiang Fan! She turned around and slapped Jiang Fan's buttocks twice. Jiang Fan was fine, but her hands hurt. When she picked up her slippers, Jiang Fan scrambled up and moved backward, annoyed.

"I'm going to change my pants."

Instead of being scared, Tang Wan sat on the tatami bed and looked at Jiang Fan. Seeing this, Jiang Fan felt even more ashamed and angry, shouting,

"Crazy woman! Get out."

The dinner was abundant, with two plates of dumplings filled with pork and Chinese cabbage and donkey meat, a plate of braised fish freshly made by the old man, a plate of braised pork joint, a bowl of egg drop soup, spinach with peanuts. Jiang Fan's cooking skills were not bad, but he had no idea about cold dishes and didn't know how to make the sauce. The old man had told him several times, but the taste was still different when he tried it according to the old man's instructions.

Jiang Fan's mother and Tang Wan sat on one side. His mother served Tang Wan some dishes and saw Tang Wan pouring vinegar into her bowl. She smiled and said,

"Why do you need vinegar for Chinese cabbage dumplings? It's already sour!"

Tang Wan mumbled with a dumpling in her mouth,

"It's because of Jiang Fan. He doesn't eat chili sauce, Mom! Speaking of which, I forgot. Jiang Fan said I'm a picky eater."

Jiang Fan's mother put a piece of fish in Tang Wan's small dish and smiled softly,

"I can't help you with that. Eat more. You're too thin."

"Right, and she doesn't have breasts."

Bang!

After Jiang Fan finished speaking, he got hit on the forehead with a chopstick. Jiang Fan covered his forehead and glared at the old man angrily. Seeing that it worked, Tang Wan continued to complain while eating the dumplings,

"Dad, Jiang Fan's forehead was bitten by a woman. I asked him if he had another woman outside, but he didn't answer and threatened not to cook for me anymore, saying he would starve me. Oh! Who can help that poor Wanwan doesn't know how to cook? Dad, you won't let Mom starve, right?"

Before Tang Wan finished speaking, Jiang Fan had already run three or four meters away with his bowl, looking terrified.

The expressions of Jiang Fan's mother and the old man changed. His mother's face was very serious, and what the old man couldn't accept most was this. After a few seconds of silence, the old man ignored Jiang Fan and ate a dumpling. Jiang Fan relaxed and was about to go back when the old man spoke,

"Wait until you finish eating."

It's over!

He had touched the old man's taboo.

Jiang Fan didn't know how to explain it. It was indeed Su Qing who bit his forehead!