Chapter 28

Chapter 29: The Young Master of the Jiang Family

Is there sweet potato porridge too?

Du Ziyang's face, which had been disappointed, lit up with a hint of joy, and he nodded rapidly like a chicken pecking at rice, "Good! Good! Thank you, Young Master Jiang. We came all the way from the city center just to have the sweet potato porridge here. It would be a real pity if we couldn't have it. Could you bring us a few more dishes, Zhao Heng? What would you like to eat?"

Zhao Heng did not respond to Du Ziyang. He just tilted his head and looked at Young Master Jiang. If it weren't for the waiters and Du Ziyang, he would have rushed over and grabbed Young Master Jiang, using all kinds of torture to make him confess his true identity: beggar? poor student? young master? Which one was it?

Because the person in front of him was none other than the elusive Jiang Changlong.

Du Ziyang tugged at Zhao Heng's sleeve, "Zhao Heng, what would you like to eat?"

Zhao Heng didn't look at the menu she handed over but smiled at Jiang Changlong, "Of course, we should listen to Young Master Jiang's recommendations. He is the host, after all. Forget it, no need for recommendations. Young Master Jiang, just bring out the best dishes of your restaurant. Let us see the true quality of the Jiang family restaurant. This trip won't be in vain."

Jiang Changlong smiled his trademark smile, "Alright! I'll bring you the best breakfast."

As he turned to enter the kitchen to prepare the food, Zhao Heng and Du Ziyang chatted and laughed about some school anecdotes and history, both looking forward to the start of the new semester. A moment later, Zhao Heng found an excuse to go to the restroom and directly entered the kitchen. Jiang Changlong was holding a bowl and chopsticks, preparing a delicate dish.

"Many questions?"

Jiang Changlong seemed to have anticipated Zhao Heng's entry and was not surprised at all, "Actually, there's not much to ask. All the identities can be linked together. As I said in the library, poor academic performance led to no job, which resulted in begging for a living. Occasionally, I feel guilty and help out at the old man's restaurant."

"Your explanation is reasonable, but it's just an excuse."

In fact, Zhao Heng suddenly felt relieved when he arrived. Yes, why should he relentlessly pursue Jiang Changlong? He had nothing to gain from it. However, Zhao Heng still threw out a few playful remarks, "A former genius turning into a failure is not impossible, but I don't believe it happened to you, Jiang Changlong."

"You have a story."

Zhao Heng exhaled a long breath, his eyes becoming deep, "But I don't want to pry. After all, it's your private matter. I'm just a bit curious. Why do you pay so much attention to me? Is that panda car yours? You've followed me running a few times. Is it just a coincidence? Or are you just looking at my back?"

"I thought I was being discreet, but I didn't expect you to notice."

Jiang Changlong's face showed no great surprise, as if he never doubted Zhao Heng's abilities. He looked up and smiled faintly, "But don't think I'm deliberately following you. I'm mainly worried that someone might harm you. I overheard a few people talking about it. The Flying Tiger of the Qing Gang already knows you're at Huahai University."

As Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, Jiang Changlong continued, stirring the sweet potato porridge, "They are gathering people to take revenge on you. It's said that some skilled people are joining. You severely injured them on the train. I wanted to warn you in the library but forgot while talking to you. I was afraid you might think I had ulterior motives if I tried to find you again."

"So, I decided to follow you every day and help you report to the police if needed."

Zhao Heng had been wary of Jiang Changlong, and he still had many questions. After all, it seemed far-fetched that Jiang Changlong would help him just because he admired him. There must be other reasons. However, he still thanked Jiang Changlong for his actions, as he could tell he wasn't lying. He nodded and replied, "Thank you!"

Jiang Changlong adjusted the heat of the porridge, and the aroma of the stirred porridge was extremely inviting, "I know you are wary of me. After all, my changing identity makes you feel I'm not sincere. But I can say sincerely that I genuinely want to be your friend. I truly admire you."

At this point, Jiang Changlong closed the thick lid, "In the past eight years, although I've been down and out, I've had many jobs. I've sold newspapers, carried bricks, cleaned toilets, transported pigs, and even been a supervisor at the First Floor for a few days. I've interacted with all kinds of people, but I don't have many close friends."

"For you, I have a strange liking, a good impression."

Zhao Heng was silent, looking at Jiang Changlong in silence, then picked up two dishes and said, "Friend? Sincere? Alright, help me with something. You've been following me for days without being noticed, so your skills in tracking and surveillance are top-notch. How about helping me protect Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan for a few weeks?"

With Jiang Changlong's calm smile, Zhao Heng continued, "They are good friends I've made in Huahai. If the Qing Gang targets me, I'm worried they might get involved. To avoid them getting hurt, I want you to secretly watch over them and help report to the police if anything happens."

Zhao Heng added, "By the way, Song Qingguan also has a conflict with the Qing Gang. The risk is high."

Jiang Changlong let out a hearty laugh, a hint of approval in his eyes, "You're in great danger yourself, yet you're thinking about your two roommates first. Zhao Heng, you truly have a sense of righteousness. Alright, I'll take care of it. Although I can't guarantee their absolute safety, I'll let you know immediately if they're in danger."

"Great! This meal is on you."

After that, Zhao Heng carried the two dishes out. He had no foundation in Huahai and couldn't let Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan get hurt, so he had to use every resource available, including Jiang Changlong, who still puzzled him. However, he felt much more at ease with Jiang Changlong than before.

Because of the Jiang family restaurant, Zhao Heng wasn't worried about Jiang Changlong playing tricks.

Watching Zhao Heng's gradually retreating back, Jiang Changlong was initially stunned, then his smile grew wider. He knew the underlying meaning of Zhao Heng's words: they could be friends. So he laughed and shouted, "Alright, this meal is on me!" He picked up the already cooked sweet potato porridge and quickly followed.

"Miss, your boyfriend is really great."

Jiang Changlong placed the hot sweet potato porridge on the table and teased Du Ziyang, "Not only is he handsome, but he can also help serve dishes. There are few young people like him these days. You should cherish him, don't let other girls snatch him away."

"No, no!"

Du Ziyang blushed and waved her hands, "We're not in that kind of relationship."

Jiang Changlong ignored Zhao Heng's gaze and divided the porridge between them, smiling, "Hehe, you're still shy. Young people like you are rare these days. Love and affection are normal. Your boyfriend is really great. Although I just met him, I have a deep impression of him. He's a good guy."

Du Ziyang's face turned even redder as Jiang Changlong misunderstood her and Zhao Heng's relationship. She didn't try to explain further, as it would only make things worse, but she secretly glanced at Zhao Heng, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Then she heard Zhao Heng say calmly, "Young Master Jiang, we can manage ourselves."

"We just want to enjoy our porridge without a third wheel."

"Alright, I'll leave you two alone. This meal is on me!"

Jiang Changlong laughed and turned to leave, not forgetting to do a favor. Du Ziyang's face was flushed, and she stole another glance at Zhao Heng, her heart filled with indescribable emotions. Zhao Heng, however, was oblivious and pushed the bowl in front of Du Ziyang, maintaining his smile, "Ziyang, have your porridge."

"Okay!"

Du Ziyang nodded, picked up the spoon, and slowly stirred the sweet potato porridge. Her heart was a bit flustered. She had only met Zhao Heng twice, and they weren't in a romantic relationship, but she did have some good feelings for him. Now, being teased by Jiang Changlong, she felt a mix of helplessness and sweetness, as Zhao Heng was indeed a good person.

Then, she glanced at Zhao Heng again, not sure if it was due to Jiang Changlong's praise or her own imagination, but she felt Zhao Heng's importance in her heart had increased. Thinking about the train and the helping incidents, she recognized Zhao Heng's character: straightforward and kind-hearted, far better than the rich boy Ding San who sent roses every day.

"Here, this porridge is really good."

Zhao Heng drank a few mouthfuls of sweet potato porridge with a few dishes, then looked at Du Ziyang in surprise, "Don't you like the sweet potato porridge here? Why aren't you drinking it?" He pushed a more delicious dish in front of Du Ziyang, "Come, try this. It's really good."

Du Ziyang nodded, "Okay!"

Jiang Changlong sighed inwardly, "This girl is so different from her sister."

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