Jiang Zhentao gave several low coughs, looking even worse than before.

He looked at his son and said with coldness, “Your mother is right.”

Jiang Cheng was silent. The white lamplight on his white face made him look paler.

His hand on his knee suddenly clenched hard with his knuckles creaking, as if he was containing something within with great efforts.

But the emotion rising from the bottom of his heart soon dissipated.

After a while, he returned to his original look.

“Mom and Dad, don’t be so angry. In fact, if it is possible, I would consider marrying into Ye family.”

Boom…

It was like a bolt from the blue.

Jiang Zhentao and Wang Min both stared at each other, startled, as if over frightened.

They looked at their son in unison.

“What are you talking about!?”

Jiang Zhentao was the first to get pissed off. He glared at his son angrily, hardly believing what he had just heard.

Wang Min, however, was puzzled, thinking that his son was haunted.

“A Cheng, are you drunk? Your father and I only have you. If you marry into Ye family, will our Jiang’s have no offspring?”

Wang Min directly mentioned “no offspring”.

Other families, even those with several sons, were reluctant to let their sons marry into the women’s families, let alone them those who had only one child.

Jiang Zhentao picked up the tea cup and smashed it onto the ground.

The boiling tea splashed on his own leg.

“You’re going to piss me off, aren’t you, just for the little girl?”

Eyes wide open with fury, Jiang Zhentao roared, and the anger in his heart already rose up to his eyebrows.

Jiang Cheng seemed to have guessed that his parents would react in this way. He squatted down and picked up the cup debris and threw them into the garbage bin.

“Dad, calm down.” Seeing his father furious, he paused and said, “I have my own plan by marrying into Ye family. Ye Hao intends to let have a son-in-law married into his family, probably because he is considering letting Xixi take over Ye Group in the future. Otherwise, he would not have such a requirement.”

Jiang Cheng said calmly. At the age of 25, he seemed more composed than his own father.

Jiang Zhentao gave a cold sneer, “Well, you think too much. Doesn’t he have a son? How could he give his family business to his daughter?”

Jiang Zhentao knew, however, that Ye family had always been training boys to be successors. How could Ye Zixi have the chance?

Wang Min also thought it was impossible. She pulled her son’s clothes, shook her head, and said, “A Cheng, you can imagine it yourself. They, however, may not think that way.”

There were no rich families that had male successors handing over the whole family business to women.

Jiang Cheng smiled faintly, revealing two dimples on his cheek.

“Mom and Dad, think about it. How old is Xixi’s younger brother Momo? Can Mr. Ye wait 20 years later when his son grows up to inherit his business?”

After that, Jiang Cheng showed a strange smile.

(Wang Min)…

(Jiang Zhentao)…

Hearing their son saying so, the couple looked at each other, silent for a while. At this time, their look also slightly changed, especially Wang Min, whose tightened eyebrows had been unfolded, and her eyes blinked from time to time.

Jiang Zhentao then tightly pressed his lips, seeming to be in meditation.

“Have you ever heard of such a hint from Xixi?” He asked.