Chapter 1180 - Chapter 1180: Chapter 1179: Arguing
Chapter 1180: Chapter 1179: Arguing
The sky gradually darkened, and Jiang Yang, after taking a bath, sat on a small stool at the Wei family’s doorstep, his actions and expressions exactly the same as when he was back at his old home in Qi Li Town. When Huo Beijiang came downstairs after his bath, having changed into clean clothes, he saw Jiang at first glance.
He had heard his little wife mention Jiang Yang’s hobbies before, and now he couldn’t help but want to laugh seeing this.
Huo Beijiang leaned casually and gracefully against the banister, exuding an unrestrained and frivolous air from his very bones. His still-damp black hair made him look fatally attractive.
Huo Zhenchuan held a newspaper in his hand, pretending to read it seriously, but he didn’t even notice that he was holding it upside down. His eyes kept glancing outside and then back at the stairway entrance.
Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, he called out, “Bei Jiang, mind your image, your status.”
Huo Beijiang, reminded thus, wasn’t angered but instead nodded at Huo Zhenchuan, “Uncle, do I still need to put on airs at my own home? Isn’t that tiring!”
Upon hearing this, Huo Zhenchuan’s nose twisted in irritation, and he lectured with a stern face, “The blood of a soldier is engraved in our bones, whether in the military or at home, every word and action must befit the skin you wear…”
“Enough, Uncle.” Huo Beijiang interrupted lazily, a hint of fierceness flashing across his eyes at some point. “It’s precisely because I too dearly uphold the skin I wear.” If it weren’t for his status, would he need to suffer like this?
“What… what do you mean?” Huo Zhenchuan’s face stiffened.
Huo Beijiang’s eyes drooped slightly, his voice a few notches lower, “My brother died, and here I am, living well. What do you think I mean?”
Huo Zhenchuan was momentarily stunned, his eyes turning desolate as he said vacantly, “It’s already happened, don’t blame yourself. Dong Feng, he…” But the last words didn’t come out. Huo Dongfeng was his proudest son, and to have outlived him was unbearably painful.
“Enough, you don’t need to worry about it, just take care of yourself.” Huo Zhenchuan was, after all, a seasoned man, and quickly recovered from his deep sadness, his face betraying no signs of distress. “Don’t go causing trouble everywhere. Look at you, since you came to the Northern Military District, how many people have you infuriated?”
He wasn’t worried about anything else, but this nephew of his was his only concern.
The old man’s dying instructions were still vivid in his mind; by nature, Bei Jiang was a man unconstrained by morality, so when faced with his birth mother killing his stepmother, a situation that might drive others into desperate pain or madness, for him, it boiled down to a single thought.
Avenging his stepmother.
That was all Bei Jiang cared about, and it didn’t matter to him who Leng Peixi was.
As a soldier, Bei Jiang’s nature was indeed too impulsive. So from a very young age, the old man had figured out ways to suppress it. From his childhood, his companions were all vetted by the old man.