I Can't Be This Protagonist

Ji Wensong, this is the excess of "fatherly love", poured on him?

Yan Shuang complained inwardly.

"Why, do you think I'm troublesome?"

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 lack a father, and I don't need a father."

"Rebel."

Ji Wensong sat down after making a comment, "Is there anything wrong with being my son?"

Yan Shuang also sat down, "Is it okay that you are not my father, Mr. Ji, think about it differently, if someone suddenly wants to be your father..."

Yan Shuang said implicitly.

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

The lunch was delicious, but until the dessert was finished and the servant served tea, Yan Shuang still couldn't figure out what Ji Wensong's intention was for calling him here.

Is it simply to help him improve his food?

"The last time he came home, he reflected quickly and was fine."

Ji Wensong finally spoke.

It was time to get to the point. Yan Shuang put down his teacup and pretended to be listening carefully.

"He's growing faster than I thought," Ji Wensong shook his head with a smile, "Sometimes I wonder if letting him fall in love earlier would save me so much effort."

Yan Shuang held the ground and smiled.

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

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

Ji Wensong pointed to his white hair at the temples, and said with a smile, "Look, a major setback has made him grow several years old."

Ji Wensong's jokes are different from Ji Yao's.

Ji Yao's devotion to a young man is too enthusiastic, and when such a cold-looking young man is so cute, people can't help but smile knowingly.

Ji Wensong's jokes always make people feel that there is something in his words, and there is pressure that cannot be said.

He thinks it's funny, and you have to laugh along with it.

Yan Shuang vaguely sensed what Ji Wensong meant.

"I'll give you three days."

"Dump him."

A flat tone, a tough attitude that leaves no room for negotiation.

Yan Shuang's heart shuddered.

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

"enough."

Regarding Ji Wensong's current attitude, Yan Shuang can only think of one word - "See you with a poor dagger".

From the beginning of today in the arena to tell him to wipe his sweat, to the words "molesting" on the road, and then to "speech from father" again later, Ji Wensong is showing his strength, implying that he can suppress him from body to spirit.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong was also looking at him, his Taoist clothes were slightly opened, and his sitting posture was stable and domineering, like a lion.

Although he played with his son 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 fancied who wanted to help his son grow up quickly was not what he had imagined, he was just a person who wandered among the children of rich families to gain benefits.

His real purpose was to pluck out his son's heart, maybe get it and crush it between his fingertips, let the residue fall to the muddy ground, and celebrate with a smile and pop a bottle of champagne.

So, enough is enough.

So far.

Yan Shuang had already seen it.

Although this is a man full of flaws who is not suitable to be a father at all.

But he does love his son.

in his own way.

"Mr. Ji, you give up halfway like this, isn't it a bit spoiled?"

Yan Shuang never showed any tough attitude in front of Ji Wensong.

However, since you already know the opponent's hole cards.

Now is the time.

"The way Ji Yao looks at me always makes me feel that he is looking at another person through me."

"At first, I thought maybe that person was his first love or something."

"But then I realized who he was looking at with those eyes full of pity and feeling sorry for me."

Yan Shuang raised her long legs and folded her hands, assuming the standard posture of the dominant party in a negotiation.

"Mr. Ji, who do you think he thought of?"

"A man deeply in love with the wrong person...maybe paying with his life for it..."

Yan Shuang looked relaxed and showed an innocent smile at Ji Wensong, "Do you know that person?"

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

Yan Shuang shook his head, smiling from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "I was just guessing."

"So?" 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 have to know, if he knows that you are the person 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," his red lips moved slightly, he played with the name between his lips and teeth, and his tone was firm, "Whether you intervene or not, you can't stop this matter."

The wrist turning the teacup paused, and Ji Wensong looked at Yan Shuang.

This is a child.

, has just grown up, but his mind, strategy, and ability to resist pressure are already stronger than anyone he knows.

In fact, he is no longer a child.

At that time, he had successfully annexed his mother's line of business, expanding the size of the Ji family to an unprecedented level.

what a pity.

Why Ji Yao just doesn't look like him.

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

"Our interests are different."

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

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

Only when Yan Shuang heard this did he realize that Ji Wensong was talking about Ji Yao's mother.

Since Ji Wensong took the initiative to mention it, Yan Shuang had no reason not to reject this great opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of the character's background, as it would be very beneficial for him to develop a relationship line.

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

Ji Wensong laughed, and 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, taking another sip of cold tea, "it was her lover who betrayed her."

Yan Shuang almost lost his expression.

Well, he really didn't hold back.

Yan Shuang's eyes almost popped out.

It was really hard for him to imagine how a man like Ji Wensong, who was so controlling and perverted, would be cuckolded.

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

"Our combination was originally for commercial purposes."

"I get a bigger business picture, she gets freedom, it's a fair deal."

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

"I never interfered with her love affairs, of course, this was my mistake," Ji Wensong shook his head, "It's just a piano player..."

Yan Shuang listened to Ji Wensong talking about his wife, but he looked like an outsider.

What kind of child would such a weird family raise?

With Ji Wensong's behavior, it must be impossible to give Ji Yao much company.

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

The young Ji Yao was surrounded by only his neurotic mother and his father who never saw him several times a year.

until the mother died.

What a pity.

"What happened to the one who played the piano?" Yan Shuang asked.

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

Yan Shuang thought 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, so I love her as a matter of course."

Yan Shuang was silent for a while again, okay, misjudgment.

If Ji Wensong really loved his wife, he would never tolerate her not loving him in the same way.

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

Both father and son seem to have a set of formulas running in their heads to put everyone in the right place step by step.

The wife is a companion, 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.

"To put it bluntly," Yan Shuang looked at Ji Wensong calmly, as if he was dissecting his soul, "You don't even know what emotion is."

"Mr. Ji, please don't hinder me."

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

When he raised his face again, there was no softness on Yan Shuang's face, "Otherwise, maybe you will regret it even more."

Ji Wensong smiled, "Are you threatening me?"

"No, it's an advice."

"Mr. Ji, you don't have to think that you caused the trouble by bringing wolves into the house. I have 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... there's nothing you can do."

In the face of such a character with super willpower, if you don't knock them down at once, you will definitely get in the way later, so you have to go all out, one wave after another, one wave stronger than one wave, and kill people in one breath.

Yan Shuang said in a completely mechanical and emotionless voice: "Admitting one's incompetence is the performance of the strong, 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 was used to patting him, "Also... I only sleep with virgins. Unfortunately, you don't have the opportunity to do this."

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

Ji Wensong was sitting, with strong sparks in his eyes, "Didn't you ask me where the piano player is?"

Yan Shuang looked at him quietly.

"He's in one of the ICUs in the hospital at the far north of 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 submissive, just like when he first saw Ji Wensong.

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