Jiang Zhou Gets Little Orange to Drink

Only after confirming that Chen Ju was all right did Jiang Zhou look up at Jiang Qi and say, “Good evening, Grandpa.”

“Don’t you have anything else to say to me?” Jiang Qi asked, his expression dark. He was a far cry from the genial man he’d been just moments ago.

“Of course I do. Grandpa, let me introduce you. This is the boyfriend I told you about.” Jiang Zhou curled his lips into a smile and laid a hand on Chen Ju’s waist, drawing him closer.

Jiang Qi’s eyes blazed with anger. He glared at Jiang Zhou and gritted out, “Come to the study. Now!”

With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and turned toward the stairs.

Watching Jiang Qi walk away, Chen Ju clutched the hem of Jiang Zhou’s clothes and looked up at him with concern.

“What should we do? W-will he hit you?” Being shut in a room alone with someone always made Chen Ju uneasy. It reminded him of being dragged into the storeroom by Chen Wei a few years ago. The places where he’d been beaten began to ache faintly again.

Jiang Zhou paused, then looked down at the worry in the man’s eyes. He reached out and ruffled his hair. “Tsk, do you think I’m so weak I can’t even beat an old man?”

“N-no, that’s not what I mean.” Chen Ju’s eyes widened slightly as he clutched Jiang Zhou’s sleeve. “If he hits you, just dodge. You shouldn’t hit him back. H-he is your grandpa, after all. If it hurts, cover your head with your arms. That’ll make it a little better...”

At that, Jiang Zhou’s eyes darkened. He remembered Chen Ju clutching his head in distress a few days ago, and his expression turned grim...