Memories long buried by time flooded back like a tide.
Shen Chong's emotions became increasingly agitated.
Tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto his clothes.
His shoulders trembled slightly, and he was completely immersed in an uncontrollable sense of sorrow and sentimentality.
Seeing this, Jiang Jianmin, who was standing nearby, quickly rose and walked over to Shen Chong's side.
He reached out with a broad, warm palm and gently patted Shen Chong on the shoulder.
Then, he pressed Shen Chong back down into the seat beside him.
Full of emotion, he said, "Yes, time really does fly! The last time I saw you, Jiang Cheng was only three years old. Look at him now; he's already grown taller than me."
His voice was filled with the vicissitudes of life and a sigh for the passage of time.
In Jiang Cheng's impression, during their recent meetings, Shen Chong had always maintained a refined, gentle, and scholarly image.
He dressed impeccably, whether in a sharp suit or a clean shirt, with every button fastened properly.
His hair was always combed neatly without a single strand out of place, giving off an impression of being rigorous, serious, and meticulous.
Whether it was his words and deeds when talking to others or his usual facial expressions,
they all revealed an innate sense of righteousness and elegance, as if the trials of time had never left a trace of impetuousness on him.
But who would have thought that such a seemingly strong person
would spend a whole night laughing and crying while chatting with his father on this quiet night... The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and fell onto Jiang Cheng's face.
Waking up slowly, he immediately remembered that his father and mother were currently at his villa.
He rubbed his bleary eyes, yawned, and after a leisurely wash, headed downstairs.
When he reached the top of the stairs,
he saw at a glance that his father and mother were busy at the dining table, setting out a sumptuous breakfast they had just brought back.
Looking around, he didn't see any of the nannies or maids, only his parents.
Seeing Jiang Cheng come down, Jiang Jianming greeted him with a face full of smiles.
"Come down and eat quickly, it was just bought." His smile was full of fatherly love.
With a hint of curiosity in his eyes, Jiang Cheng asked, "Dad, did you go buy this?"
Jiang Jianmin smiled and nodded gently, his already amiable face now filled with even more happiness and satisfaction.
"Your mom insisted on eating local pan-fried buns. I also bought crab roe buns and this sea cucumber millet porridge; it's nutritious and nourishing."
Li Yan, hearing this, said happily, "Your dad went to queue up early this morning. I told him to let someone else go, but he insisted on going himself."
As she spoke, her eyes, as gentle as water, looked affectionately at Jiang Jianmin, filled with sweetness and happiness.
Feeling his wife's ardent gaze, Jiang Jianmin turned to Jiang Cheng with a bit of pride and said, "How about that? I'm much better than my son in this regard, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yan happily rolled her eyes at Jiang Jianmin.
Jiang Cheng was left somewhat speechless; his dad was clearly hinting that he was a scumbag.
How did he end up getting shot while lying down?
Watching his parents silently, Jiang Cheng felt more envy than anything else.
Since he was a child, his parents had always been very much in love.
He couldn't help but silently ask himself, why couldn't he be like his father?
However, this thought quickly vanished amidst the notification sounds of several WeChat messages.
Looking at the good morning greetings sent by several Girls, he silently sent a reply.
"Good morning, miss you."
After typing it, he still clicked the option to send it to multiple people.
After sending that, Jiang Cheng took a photo of the breakfast and added the caption: "Breakfast with love from Dad."
Why did he suddenly want to post this on his moments?
This was the wisdom of management.
Posting this status showed that his parents had come to Shanghai, and he was indeed accompanying them these few days, having no time to play with the Girls.
Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Cheng posted to his moments, Qiao Yinyin, Si Qing, and Si Nian immediately liked it.
Even Little Mute Ye Wan and Little Xia gave him a rare like.
There were even more comments below.
Zhou Ying: "Wow, another day full of energy."
Wang Yuyan: "Wow, I miss Shanghai's breakfast..."
Yu Xiaoxiao: "Wow, this sea cucumber is so black and big, I want to eat it..."
Qi Yuan: "My breakfast with love is a scolding from my dad."
Wang Zheng: "My breakfast is no breakfast."
Xia Meng: "Wow, it looks so delicious."
Chen Xueer replied to Yu Xiaoxiao: "I know a place where the sea cucumber porridge is also big and black. Do you want to eat? Shall we go together?"
Looking at Chen Xueer's comment, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but chuckle out loud.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's expression, Jiang Jianmin slowly raised his head, glanced at him casually, and then unhurriedly reached for a tissue on the table to gently wipe the oil residue from the corner of his mouth.
When Jiang Cheng was almost finished eating, Jiang Jianmin put down the tissue and asked, "Do you have anything urgent to do later?"
Jiang Cheng stopped what he was doing and looked up at his father. The scene of his father mentioning earlier that he had business to handle here instantly flashed through his mind.
It seemed like it was time to go take care of those matters.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng sped up, finishing the last of the porridge in his bowl like a whirlwind.
Then, he stood up, wiped his mouth with his hand, and signaled to his father that he was full.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's actions, Jiang Jianmin and Li Yan shared a helpless smile and also stood up.
Jiang Jianmin said, "Come with me, we're going somewhere."
"Sure thing, Dad, where are we going? I'll call someone to warm up the car first."
As soon as he finished, Jiang Jianmin waved his hand slightly and said with a serious face, "Don't bother. I've already notified Shen Chong to come pick us up. Your car is too high-profile; it's not suitable."
Hearing these words, three big question marks seemed to pop up over Jiang Cheng's head.
This was already the second time his father had said something like this.