Beijing's Jiang Family
The house had been in chaos that morning because of Jiang Zhaolin's incident. The old lady was so angry that she hadn't eaten lunch, and she only perked up upon hearing that Shen Zhixian and Taotao would be coming over in the evening.
Tang Wan had taken a short nap after lunch, planning to notify Jiang Jinsang before she went downstairs. Usually at this time, he would be reading, so she didn't think much of it and simply moved aside the cabinet that separated the two rooms. She wasn't expecting Jiang Chengsi to be there too, with his back to her.
A broad, red line stretched from top to bottom, a dozen centimeters long.
It lay heavily on his back, quite a shocking sight.
What was even more jarring were the crisscrossing scars over his body, and a sinister, stitched wound on the side of his lower back. The suturing was rough, causing the scar to heal poorly.
"Sorry, I...", Tang Wan hadn't expected him to be there.
