Daddy Always Gets Jealous

Qin Shaojin stood aside, looking at him innocently, with a different aura in his eyes.

After a long time, Jin Bo extinguished the cigarette, looked up at Qin Shaojin, and nodded.

The two exchanged glances and said nothing more.

Qin Shaojin glanced at the motion of him throwing the cigarette butt, got up, and went to the office next door.

Jin Bo watched his figure, pondering for a long time.

Trying to investigate Zhou Chuan is not easy.

On second thought, since ancient times, only those with a ruthless heart can laugh till the end; as the saying goes, a man without venom is not a real man!

Fathers killing sons, sons killing fathers, brothers slaughtering each other have not been unheard of, Yang Jian even killed his own grandson Emperor Yang of Sui—

He picked up the phone, looked at it for a while, and dialed Zhou Chuan’s number.

Zhou Chuan answered, then asked softly, ”Perfect timing, I was about to call you, if there’s anything, just come at me, why—”

Jin Bo smiled, ”Old Zhou, can you guess what I saw in Xiaotong?”

Zhou Chuan was startled, was he probing him, or did he really leave something behind?

For the moment, he couldn’t be sure.

He maintained his calm and quickly said, ”No matter what you saw, you shouldn’t lay a hand on him.”

Jin Bo, ”Last night I dreamed of Xiaotong; he said he misses his father a lot, cried heavily, saying sorry to you for never satisfying you. All these years, no matter how you nurtured him, he disappointed you.”

Zhou Chuan sat there, his heart suddenly aching.

Thinking of Xiaotong again, he felt unable to breathe.

Jin Bo, ”He said he couldn’t get close to you, you don’t love him anymore, abandoned him, don’t want to see him again, entrusted me through a dream to convey his longing for you.”

Zhou Chuan finally spoke with difficulty, ”So, could it be that Xiaotong’s matter is really unrelated to you?”

Jin Bo, ”...”

Initially, he didn’t think it was Zhou Chuan.

But after this call, Zhou Chuan’s excessive caution suddenly made him feel like it might actually be Zhou Chuan.

Zhou Chuan, ”Jin Bo, you have shown kindness to me and to Xiaotong; I’ve always been grateful to you all these years, but—”

Jin Bo’s voice turned cold, ”But, you expressed your gratitude through conspiracy? Repeatedly intending to kill those who have been kind to you?”

Zhou Chuan thought of Jin Bo’s earlier words, his heart sank and ached more, ”You also should think about how things were for you a few years ago?”

Jin Bo, ”If a few years ago, you already intended to kill me, then you’re truly worse than a beast. Also, think about why the Warhawk Team disbanded.”

Zhou Chuan was silent for a half-day.

Jin Bo, ”I owe you nothing, I owe them.”

Zhou Chuan, ”But for so many years in Hong Kong, what exactly have you done?”

Jin Bo, ”What exactly have I done?”

Zhou Chuan thought about a few people he was involved with in Hong Kong, ”How did Wang Deping go down? And Kang Cheng?”

Jin Bo, ”Such matters make you overthink, then I’m really sorry, you’re paranoid.”

Zhou Chuan was silent.

He never thought that he uprooted all his people, eradicated them, and in the end spoke so lightly about it!

Jin Bo, ”Sleep well tonight.”

Zhou Chuan hadn’t had time to speak when the call was dropped.

He sat there motionless for half a day, finally raising his eyes to look at the photo beside him.

Picking it up, he glanced at it; it was a family photo taken when Xiaotong was very young with Xiaotong’s mother.

His fingertip touched the child’s tender cheek in the photo, suddenly trembling, he closed his eyes, not daring to look again.

Xiaotong, Dad is sorry for you!

His breath felt as if it were being strangled, and he couldn’t breathe at all from his chest.