Withered Broken Ice Blue

Chapter 412 Jiang Jiaxu

Chi Feiwan turned his gaze to Jiang Huaixu again. He said nothing, with a calm expression on his face.

Chi Feiwan has seen this kind of expression more than once.

The hand at her side touched Jiang Huaixu's shoulder: "Jiang Huaixu, tell me something."

Chi Feiwan spoke softly, but her eyes were on Jiang Huaixu, and the people at the dinner table also looked at Jiang Huaixu.

Jiang Huaixu wore a pair of glasses today, and his black eyes were cold, which made him look like a gentleman. He said coldly, "The child was sent to the Jiang family when he was 3 years old. He was still raised in Qinglan Court before he was 3 years old. After all, a child who is too young cannot leave his mother."

Chi Feiwan frowned when he heard this, obviously not satisfied with the result.

What she wanted was for the child to stay with her forever instead of being sent back to the Jiang family.

She looked at Jiang Huaixu, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

Jiang Huaixu felt Chi Feiwan's gaze, but he did not respond.

He knew Chi Feiwan would be disappointed with this decision, but this was the best solution at the moment.

In full view of everyone, Jiang Huaixu grabbed Chi Feiwan's wrist and left the dinner table and went to the bathroom cubicle. There was a cubicle in the mall's bathroom for staff.

Jiang Huaixu locked the door and pushed Chi Feiwan against the door. He pinched Chi Feiwan's chin and forced her to look up: "Wanwan, look at me."

Chi Feiwan stubbornly refused to look at him, but the force in his jaw was getting stronger and stronger.

"Wanwan, this is the best way I can get for you." The hot breath exhaled by Jiang Huaixu spread on Chi Feiwan's face, making her eyelashes tremble.

"What kind of family tradition is this? I understand that your Jiang family only passes on the inheritance to males and not females, but why do you want to separate me and my child?"

Jiang Huaixu sneered: "Then let me ask you, do you know how to train a qualified successor? Can you teach your son to manage the company well?"

Chi Feiwan really couldn't provide these for his son, but what was the difference between this and a tool? What Chi Feiwan wanted was a living person, with flesh and blood, who was not bound by the traditional concepts of the head of the family.

Chi Feiwan doesn’t know how to teach a qualified successor, but she knows how to teach a person well.

The former is ability, the latter is character.

Chi Feiwan has never been involved in the family business, so this is a challenge for her. She won't force her children in areas she is not good at, and she can't teach her children things that she herself doesn't know.

And she didn't want her child to become a cold-blooded and heartless head of the family.

Almost every head of the Jiang family has this kind of personality. It is like a formula that has been applied to heads of every generation.

Chi Feiwan closed his eyes: "Jiang Huaixu, from the bottom of my heart I don't want my child to become a cold-blooded and ruthless head of the family like you Jiang family members."

The Jiang family is cold-blooded and ruthless. Jiang Huaixu smiled coldly: "Jiang family? Chi Feiwan, your child and I will also have the surname Jiang. Little Li will be named Jiang Muli, and our son will also have the surname Jiang.

Aren't they members of the Jiang family anymore?"

It sounds like your Chi family is so nice.

Chi Feiwan punched Jiang Huaixu's chest lightly with both fists: "I mean I don't want my son to become a patriarch like you."

"Like me? What am I like?"

In the narrow space, Jiang Huaixu pressed on Chi Feiwan without reservation. There was no distance between them anymore, they were so close that they seemed to be merged into one.

Jiang Huaixu could even clearly feel the rise and fall of Chi Feiwan's chest, which were the subtle changes brought about by her breathing.

Chi Feiwan pursed her lips and forced a bitter smile: "So, you Jiang family just want to push me into the abyss step by step, and then fall into it little by little, wither and die?"

Her blue eyes had not sparkled for a long time. The broken ice blue was not only beautiful, but also stunning. But now Chi Feiwan's blue eyes were just beautiful, not as stunning as before, because they were a pair of dull sapphires.

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After returning from the bathroom, Chi Feiwan's expression was as calm as a lake without wind, but her heart was like the deep sea before a storm, with undercurrents surging. She slowly said, "Okay, I agree."

Although the sound was light, it seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, hitting the silent air.

In the days that followed, Chi Feiwan seemed to be wrapped in an invisible film and spoke less and less.

On the day of naming the child, Chi Feiwan made sufficient preparations in advance. She wrote down several names with great anticipation, and each name contained her deep blessings and expectations for the child.

The words she carefully selected, combined into loving names, shone like bright stars in her heart.

However, the Jiang family did not consider her feelings at all and registered the child's household registration without any discussion with Chi Feiwan.

The child's name was decided to be Jiang Jiaxu, which was taken from "Dongmen's Ying, Wanqiu's Xu". His nickname was Jingmo, which meant that the hope was that he would be calm.

Mr. Jiang attached great importance to this child. From the selection of the name to the determination of the nickname, every detail showed his care.

Chi Feiwan understood that the position of the head of the family was passed down to males rather than females, but she originally hoped to give her child a name with special meaning, a name that belonged only to the unique memories between her and her child.

She wanted to name her son Jiang Yu'an, which was clearly from an ancient poem, "Yu'an". The "Yu'an" here represents her good wish that her child would have a safe and smooth life.

But she didn't expect that Jiang Huaixu would quarrel with her just because of the word "An".

Chi Feiwan knew that Jiang Huaixu was too sensitive, so he didn't bother with the fact that he sent people to beat Song Jinan.

But as long as it was related to Song Jinan, even if there was only one word similar to his, Jiang Huaixu would quarrel with her endlessly about it.

There was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, and she looked at Jiang Huaixu as if she was looking at a stranger.

Jiang Huaixu looked at the name written by Chi Feiwan on the paper, curled his lips, and said nonchalantly: "I told you, Grandpa wants to name it himself, and he won't use any nice name."

Chi Feiwan's eyes flashed with stubbornness, and she asked back: "Does he have to personally name all the male offspring in your Jiang family?"

Jiang Huaixu nodded, "Can't you tell from my and Jiang Qingying's names?"

Chi Feiwan looked at him with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Do you have a nickname?"

Jiang Huaixu shrugged: "No, so my son is the one who is valued."

When he said this, his tone was calm, as if all this didn't matter to him.

Even the nickname has a meaning, Jiang Huaixu was a little shocked at the time.

But Jiang Huaixu would not be dissatisfied with this. How could a name affect his emotions? A nickname was not important to him at all. The position of the head of the family was his, and that was enough.