I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Ji Wensong is this excess of "father's love", poured into him?

Yan Shuang groaned inwardly.

"What, do you think I'm too busy?"

The slander was immediately apparent.

Yan Shuang felt that it was better for him to make it clear, so he said seriously: "Mr. Ji, my biological father is dead, and my adoptive father is no different from a dead person in my heart. I don't need a father, nor do I need a father."

"Rebel."

Ji Wensong took a seat after commenting, "Is there anything wrong with being my son?"

Yan Shuang also sat down, "Well, you're not my father either, Mr. Ji, think about it, if someone suddenly becomes your father..."

Yan Shuang made a veiled point.

Ji Wensong smiled again, and said politely, "You're right."

The lunch was delicious, but it wasn't until after dessert that the servant served tea, Yan Shuang still couldn't figure out what Ji Wensong's intention was to call him here.

Is it simply to help him improve his food?

"Last time he went home, it's good to reflect quickly."

Ji Wensong finally spoke.

This is about to get to the point, Yan Shuang put down the teacup and made an appearance of listening carefully.

"He grew up faster than I thought," Ji Wensong smiled and shook his head, "I sometimes wonder if I should let him fall in love earlier, and save me so much effort."

Yan Shuang held the venue and smiled.

"But I think since he has such great potential, why not put some pressure on him?"

"People will not grow up without encountering real setbacks."

Ji Wensong pointed to his white hair on the temples, and said with a smile, "Look, a major setback, I have grown several years at a time."

Ji Wensong's joke is different from Ji Yao's.

Ji Yao is a young man whose enthusiasm is too warm, and when such a cold-looking young man can be so cute, people can't help but smile.

Ji Wensong's jokes always make people feel that there is something in his words, but he cannot express the pressure.

If he finds it funny, you have to laugh along.

Yan Shuang vaguely sensed what Ji Wensong meant.

"I'll give you three days."

"Dump him."

A calm tone, a tough and non-negotiable attitude.

Yan Shuang froze in his heart.

"Three days?" Yan Shuang repeated, pretending to be embarrassed, "We are just friends now..."

"enough."

With Ji Wensong's current attitude, Yan Shuang can only think of one word - "seeing the picture".

From the beginning of today in the ring to signal him to wipe off his sweat, to saying "mocking" on the road, and then to "talking about his father" again, Ji Wensong is showing his strength, suggesting that he can suppress him from body to spirit.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong was also looking at him, his Taoist robe was slightly open, his posture was steady and domineering, like a lion.

Although he played his son under the claws again and again, he never really hurt his beloved son.

He has seen it.

The only reward Yan Shuang wanted from him was his son himself.

The boy he was looking for who wanted to help his son grow up quickly was not what he thought, but a character who wandered among the children of wealthy families to benefit.

His real purpose was to take out his son's heart, perhaps smashing it under his fingertips when he got it, letting the residue fall into the muddy ground, and laughing and opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

So, enough.

So far.

Yan Shuang has also seen it.

Although this is a man full of shortcomings, he is not suitable for being a father at all.

But he did love his son.

in his own way.

"Mr. Ji, you give up halfway, are you a little spoiled?"

Yan Shuang never showed any toughness in front of Ji Wensong.

However, since he already knew the opponent's cards.

Now is the time.

"The way Ji Yao looked at me always made me feel like he was looking at another person through me."

"In the beginning, I thought maybe that person was his first love or something."

"But then I realized who he was looking at with those pitiful and pathetic eyes he was looking at."

Yan Shuang raised his long legs and folded his hands, posing a standard gesture of the dominant party in the negotiation.

"Mr. Ji, who do you think he has in mind?"

"A man who loves the wrong object...maybe paid with his life..."

Yan Shuang looked relaxed, and smiled innocently at Ji Wensong, "Do you know that person?"

Ji Wensong looked indifferent, "You know a lot."

Yan Shuang shook his head, smiling at the corners of his eyes and brows, "I'm just guessing."

"So what?" Ji Wensong played with the teacup at hand, "He saw his mother who committed suicide through you, so you think you have enough capital, you need to know, if he knows that you are the one I sent... ...trust me, I know my son better than you do."

Yan Shuang shook his head again, "Mr. Ji, you seem to have made a mistake."

"It's true that you found me, but I just gave you a ride."

"I will get Ji Yao," the red lips moved lightly, he played the name between his lips and his teeth, his tone was firm, "Whether you intervene or not, you can't stop this."

The wrist that turned the teacup stopped, Ji Wensong looked at Yan Shuang.

This is a small child.

Eighteen years old, young adult, but his mind, strategy, and ability to resist pressure are better than anyone he knows.

Eighteen is not really a child anymore.

At the age of eighteen, he had successfully annexed his mother's line of business, expanding the Ji family to an unprecedented degree.

what a pity.

Why is Ji Yao not like him.

Ji Wensong took a rare sip of cold tea, and when he put down the teacup, his tone had faded.

"We have different interests."

"I pursue power, she pursues love, this is personal freedom, and there is no right or wrong."

"But she's dead, and I'm still alive. I think I'm at least safer than what she's after, what do you think?"

When Yan Shuang heard this, he realized that Ji Wensong was talking about Ji Yao's mother.

Since Ji Wensong has taken the initiative to mention it, it is a great opportunity to have a deep understanding of the character's background. Yan Shuang has no reason not to.

"Why did she commit suicide?" Yan Shuang said sharply, "You betrayed her?"

Ji Wensong laughed, then turned serious, "Until she died, I never betrayed our marriage."

Yan Shuang said, "Why is that?"

"Her husband didn't betray her," Ji Wensong said calmly after drinking another sip of cold tea, "It was her lover who betrayed her."

Yan Shuang almost didn't hold back his expression.

Well, he really didn't hold back.

Yan Shuang's eyes almost went out.

It was hard for him to imagine how a man like Ji Wensong, who was so controlling and perverted, was wearing a cuckold.

Maybe it was because he looked like a child again with his eyes wide open, and Ji Wensong's expression became much more relaxed. Once he relaxed, the tense atmosphere between the two disappeared without a trace.

"Our union was meant to be for commercial purposes only."

"I get a bigger business map, she gets a free, fair deal."

"What's more," Ji Wensong paused, "she also gave me a son."

"I never interfere with her love. Of course, this is my mistake," Ji Wensong shook her head, "I'm just a piano player..."

Yanshuang listened to Ji Wensong talking about his wife, but he was like an outsider.

What kind of child will such a strange family raise?

With Ji Wensong acting like this, it must be impossible to give Ji Yao much company.

And Ji Yao's mother would commit suicide out of love, presumably at that time her mental state should also be extremely poor.

Young Ji Yao was only surrounded by a nervous mother and a father who hadn't seen each other several times a year.

until the mother died.

What a pity.

"What happened to the piano player?" Yan Shuang asked.

Ji Wensong glanced at him and said with a half smile, "He is in a very safe place where no one can disturb him."

Yan Shuang thought that it must not be a good place.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Mr. Ji, I think you love her."

Ji Wensong shook the teacup and said generously: "Of course I love her, she is my wife, and I love her for granted."

Yan Shuang was silent for a while, well, wrong judgment.

If Ji Wensong really loves his wife, he will never tolerate his wife not loving him the same.

He said: "You said that Ji Yao is not like you, but I think you are very similar."

Both father and son have a formula running in their heads to put everyone in the right place step by step.

The wife is a partner, so he loves her and avenges her.

Qin Qing is Bai Yueguang, so he loves him and can sacrifice others for him.

Finally figured it out.

"It's a bit tacky," Yan Shuang stared at Ji Wensong, his eyes calm, as if he was analyzing his soul, "You don't understand what emotion is at all."

"Mr. Ji, please don't get in my way."

Yan Shuang stood up, with his hands hanging by his sides, and bowed slightly to Ji Wensong, who was sitting in the same position, "Watching on the sidelines may cause regrets, but intervening may not necessarily lead to better results."

When he raised his face again, there was nothing soft on Yan Shuang's face, "Otherwise, you may regret it even more."

Ji Wensong smiled, "Are you blackmailing me?"

"No, it's a piece of advice."

"Mr. Ji, you don't have to think that it was you who brought wolves into the house to cause future troubles. I've made it very clear that even if you don't intervene, I will get Ji Yao, so please continue to watch, just like watching your wife's death. "

"And...you can't do anything about it."

In the face of such a character with super strong willpower, if you don't knock it down at one time, it will definitely get in the way later, so you must work hard, wave after wave, one wave is stronger than one wave, and you will die in one breath.

Yan Shuang said in a completely mechanical and emotionless voice: "Admitting your incompetence is a sign of a strong man, Mr. Ji, congratulations, you have the opportunity to grow up with your son."

He stretched out his hand and patted Ji Wensong on the shoulder like Ji Wensong used to pat him, "Besides... I only sleep with virgins, unfortunately, you don't have the opportunity to do this anymore."

When the arm was pulled back, it was suddenly grabbed.

Ji Wensong sat with a strong spark in his eyes, "Didn't you ask me where the piano player is?"

Yan Shuang looked at him quietly.

"He is in one of the intensive care units in the hospital farthest north here."

The northernmost hospital in the city.

mental hospital.

The intensive care unit of a mental hospital is presumably not much better than a prison cell.

Yan Shuang smiled, the smile was harmless and supple, just like when he first saw Ji Wensong.

"Don't worry, I won't force Ji Yao there."