Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

"boom--"

Along with a crisp sound of a door closing, an angry shout was clearly heard on the first floor.

At this moment, Mr. Jiang, who was sitting in the restaurant, heard the noise and subconsciously raised his head and looked upstairs.

Mother Jiang, who was busy in the kitchen, walked out of the kitchen with a plate of food, put the plate on the dining table, and then turned to look at her husband and asked,

"His dad, what's going on? Did Xinghui and the others have a fight?"

"I'm not sure, maybe!" Father Jiang frowned, a puzzled expression on his face, and at the same time he was a little worried in his heart.

After all, there hadn't been such a quarrel in their family for a long time.

At this moment, the old couple suddenly saw their son walking down the stairs.

I saw that he had a gloomy face, and his complexion was as black as the bottom of a pot, as if water could drip out of it.

Looking at their son like this, the old couple suddenly felt heartache and worry.

"Hui, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Mother Jiang asked anxiously as she walked quickly towards her son.

Her eyes revealed deep worry, as if she had guessed something bad.

Jiang Xinghui hurriedly comforted her.

"Mom, it's really okay, don't worry."

He tried to force a smile, but it seemed a little forced.

Then he turned to his father and said, "Dad, let's eat quickly. The food is getting cold."

Mother Jiang was still worried. She looked at the food on the table and said hesitantly,

"Sufang hasn't come down yet, why don't we wait for her."

After saying that, she looked in the direction of the stairs, but unfortunately she didn't see anyone.

Then, she turned her head, stared at her son sitting next to her, and asked softly,

"Hui, you and Sufang, is there any conflict between the two of you?"

Mother Jiang's voice was full of concern and worry.

However, Jiang Xinghui felt as if his chest was blocked by a stuffy air and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

He looked up at his mother, then shifted his gaze to his father beside him, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

He tried to cheer himself up, put on a forced smile, and said,

"Mom, don't think too much, we are fine, nothing is wrong.

Don't worry about it, you and dad, just eat first, I'll go call her down."

Having said that, Jiang Xinghui stood up helplessly and walked slowly upstairs.

He knew that if he continued to stay here, it would only make his parents more worried.

However, he was also unwilling to compromise on the issue of borrowing money.

Jiang Yuange on the other end of the phone hung up and was about to walk into the house when he saw that Aunt Wang had already placed breakfast in the small garden.

The tall figure of the man also appeared in sight, walking towards her step by step.

When he walked up to her, he carefully looked at her face and saw that everything was normal. Then he looked at her with a smile.

"Don't waste such a beautiful scenery."

As he spoke, he took her soft and boneless little hand and walked towards the table.

When he got closer, Jiang Yuange realized that something was different.

The white dining table was placed next to a big tree, but she couldn't remember when such a big tree appeared in the yard.

In the past, this place was empty, and Chi Morong's Rolls-Royce Phantom would always be parked here.

Seeing the woman looking at the big tree beside her in confusion, Chi Morong looked at her with a smile.

"Don't you think this tree looks familiar?"