Chapter 401 No Real Empathy

In the medical center, the guards looked at the lost Ximen Shang and didn't know how to answer his questions for a while.

However, as if Ximen Shang did not need their answer, he continued: "Not to mention the four major families, even the heirs of other families in the capital have their own abilities and can have a place in the capital."

"I have no brains. I haven't been able to study since I was a child, let alone do any conspiracy."

"Not to mention fighting. My body, which is out of breath after running a few hundred meters, can be said to be extremely weak."

"I... want to inherit such a huge Ximen family?"

Ximen Shang said, making himself laugh, as if he heard a big joke coming from his own mouth.

The emotions that had been buried deep in my heart for many years burst out at this moment.

"How ridiculous...hahaha..."

"Master, you..."

The guards looked at the laughing Ximen Shang and didn't know how to persuade him.

How to say?

Are you actually not that miserable?

This kind of words is like saying to you, a person who failed the college entrance examination, it doesn't matter, you actually worked very hard.

Will he be comforted?

No.

He would only think that his efforts over the years had finally failed in that last step, and it didn't matter if it was just a light word in other people's mouths.

There is no real empathy in this world, and all the comfort is just a feeble scratching the itch.

Ximen Shang was crying and laughing at the same time, as if he wanted to release all the emotions accumulated in his heart at this moment.

He doesn't have the ability, but he must have the ability.

This pressure has been with him since birth and continues to this day.

No one understands the pressure he is under. When everyone faces him, they always say a few words of flattery.

"The young master is worthy of being a young master. The future of the Ximen family will be brilliant!"

"You blind people, didn't you see the young master's car coming? Get out of the way!"

"Young Master's marksmanship is unparalleled in talent. As long as you study hard and practice hard, you will definitely become a sharpshooter!"

"How can you let the young master do what these servants do? Young master, get up quickly. It will be terrible when the head of the family comes and sees you soon!"

"Master..."

"Master..."

Those words kept ringing in Ximen Shang's mind, giving him a splitting headache and bloodshot eyes.

Why do I have to be an all-rounder when I am born?

Why are the streets cleared when I want to practice driving?

Why do they say I have talent when my crappy marksmanship can't even hit the target?

Why do I even have to avoid doing some of the things I like?

"Why!!!"

"Bang!"

Ximen Shang was kicked out. The guards were shocked and ran to help Ximen Shang up.

Looking back, the person who kicked Ximen Shang away was actually Mu Rou.

"It's so noisy. Why don't you sleep at night? Can you please stop yelling?"

Su Jiang plucked his ears and said with an impatient expression: "It's damn late at night, you're starting to feel emo, aren't you?"

"Can you consider other people's feelings? If you want to cry, go find a corner and cry. Don't make any noise. If you make any more noise, I will definitely beat you!"

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room, slamming the door firmly behind him.

Ximen Shang stood there in a daze, twitching like a little daughter-in-law, not daring to cry, only sobbing quietly.

The place on the butt where Mu Rou had just kicked was still aching.

"Master, this..."

"Leave me alone and do what you have to do."

Ximen Shang waved his hand, silently walked to the lounge chair in the corner, and lay down with his back to them.

Soon, Ximen Shang became quiet and there was no movement.

She didn't know if she was asleep, or if it was just like what Murou said, she was crying silently and not daring to speak out.

The guards had no choice but to pretend that nothing had happened and each went about their own work.

When Su Jiang returned to the room, he did not sleep. Instead, he sat by the window with his legs crossed and looked at the moon in the sky.

In his ears were white Bluetooth headphones.

Originally he wanted to go to bed, but he didn't expect An Rou to be awake at this hour, so the two of them started talking on the phone.

Ximen Shang cried so loudly that Su Jiang couldn't help but go out and kick him.

After returning, An Rou's voice came from the headphones.

"What happened just now? Is someone crying?"

Su Jiang looked at the moon and said casually: "Well, the young master I told you before is crying outside."

"Ah? Why is he crying?"

"In the adult world, you cry when you feel emotional. Especially late at night, when you think about the wallet in your pocket, tears flow down unconsciously."

"Isn't he the eldest young master? He shouldn't cry because of this, right?"

"Haha...he...maybe he's crying because his wallet is too bulging."

Although Su Jiang was on the phone with An Rou just now, he listened to everything Ximen Shang said word for word.

He probably guessed Ximen Shang's current situation, but he didn't bother to care.

After all, he is not the kind of person who likes to be nosy. If he has that time, he might as well talk to his wife.

"That's it... By the way, what did I say just now?"

"Speaking of you making fried rice for Uncle An, but Uncle An didn't eat a single bite and slipped out to eat spicy hot pot."

"Yes! I'm so pissed off. He clearly asked me to make fried rice, but he actually complained about it in the end!"

Su Jiang's mouth twitched. With your cooking skills, it's hard for people not to complain about it.

But he didn't dare to say this, otherwise An Rou would fly directly to Beijing to beat him up.

The little devil of the An family is not kidding you.

"I don't know where my mom has gone recently. She's been so mysterious. I haven't seen her for several days. Every time I ask my dad, he says she's playing mahjong."

An Rou complained, "I'm not a child anymore. You lie to me every day. If you don't want me to know, just tell me. Why did you lie to me and say you were playing mahjong?"

Su Jiang laughed when he heard that, "It's hard to say. With Aunt Zhu's personality, she might really be playing mahjong."

"Hehe... Fortunately, she's not here, otherwise she'd be angry again if she heard you call her Aunt Zhu."

"After all, we haven't had our wedding yet, so it's not time to call her mom."

"Then why did you call her so annoyingly before?"

"I've already said that I was coerced by Aunt Zhu, and I'm a victim..."

The two seemed to have endless things to talk about, and by the end, An Rou's voice was clearly sleepy.

"Su Jiang... When are you going home?"

"If you don't come back, I'll go find you."

Su Jiang heard this, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "Wait a little longer, I promise to go back as soon as things are done here."

"Okay... Did you turn Hua Qing over?"

"Hello? Rourou, what did you say? My signal here is not very good suddenly..."

"Su Jiang, I'm going to sleep, good night!"

"Good night, wife!"

At this moment, his signal is good again.