Chapter 165 The Hatred of Killing His Son

"Thank you, Auntie."

Jiang Chenfeng had a good impression of this Old Auntie, noticing that she had been attending to the three of them since a moment ago.

The Old Auntie was at least fifty or sixty years old, yet she was still working here as a Waiter.

At her age, she should have been enjoying the happiness of family and a peaceful life!

Yet she was still here serving guests; it was likely because things were very difficult at home, right?

"You're welcome! This is just my job."

Deng Fanghua was polite on the surface, but in her heart, she harbored a deep-seated hatred.

She wished she could bite Jiang Chenfeng to death!

"I'll take these empty plates away first."

Deng Fanghua suppressed the hatred and anger in her heart and began to clear the empty plates from the table.

As she was clearing the plates, a sharp blade appeared in the palm of her hand.

The blade shimmered with a green light, coated with a large amount of lethal poison.

As long as this blade pierced Jiang Chenfeng's body, even if it didn't kill him instantly, the poison would surely finish him off!

But just at that moment.

A scream came from outside the private room.

The sound immediately caught everyone's attention!

Seeing all three of them looking toward the door, Deng Fanghua's eyes lit up as she seized this god-sent opportunity!

Just as she was about to launch a sneak attack, she saw Jiang Chenfeng turn his head back.

Jiang Chenfeng's sudden movement scared Deng Fanghua out of her wits, forcing her to pull back her strength.

Crash!

In her momentary lapse, Deng Fanghua knocked over several plates, causing them to fall to the floor and shatter into pieces.

Even her own body tumbled to the ground, nearly getting cut by the poison-coated blade.

"Auntie, are you okay?"

Seeing Deng Fanghua accidentally fall, Jiang Chenfeng quickly reached out to support her and helped her sit on a chair.

"I'm... I'm fine!"

Deng Fanghua's face twitched violently; she didn't want to have any contact with Jiang Chenfeng at all.

But she couldn't easily refuse his help, so she had to feign a look of gratitude!

"Auntie, you must be careful! You're getting on in years; what if you hurt yourself in a fall?" Jiang Chenfeng reminded her warmly.

Beside them, Qin Ruoxue looked at Jiang Chenfeng with a look of surprise.

Who would have thought that Jiang Chenfeng actually had such a helpful side?

Qin Ruoxue had always thought Jiang Chenfeng was just like her brother—a dandy who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.

Now it seemed she had somewhat misunderstood him!

"Thank you! I'll clean this up..."

Deng Fanghua grew increasingly angry and tried to get up to clean.

But she was stopped by Jiang Chenfeng, who said, "Auntie, the reason you fell must be because you're not in good health, right? I can see your complexion is poor; you must be overworked. Let someone else handle the cleanup!"

Deng Fanghua's face distorted slightly as she roared and raged internally.

Poor complexion?

Overworked?

Isn't it all because of you!

If you hadn't killed my son, would I, at my age, have to fly back from abroad on a ten-plus hour flight just to seek revenge?

Do you have any idea what kind of torture a ten-plus hour flight is for a sixty-year-old Elderly Person?

Deng Fanghua was on the verge of losing control of her emotions and had to lower her head, saying, "I haven't been feeling well lately. I've truly troubled the guests."

"It's no trouble at all, but Auntie, at your age, you should logically be retired at home. Why are you still out here doing such high-intensity work? Does your son not take care of you?"

Jiang Chenfeng didn't mean to make things difficult for Deng Fanghua; instead, he was genuinely concerned for her.

Working as a server at such an advanced age showed just how much pressure she was under in life.

Although Jiang Chenfeng was a Villain, he wasn't a Villain with a twisted psyche.

A Villain is only such in relation to the protagonist!

Characters who block the protagonist's path to rising are naturally Villains.

But Villains are human too!

Villains' lives matter as well!

Who says a Villain can't care about ordinary people?

Jiang Chenfeng felt great sympathy and pity for this Old Auntie in front of him!

Little did he know.

When he mentioned the word "son," Deng Fanghua almost couldn't contain herself and nearly went berserk on the spot!

This bastard really had to bring up a sore subject!

Wasn't her son killed by him?

"My son... is dead."

Deng Fanghua still managed to suppress her killing intent, but tears couldn't help but flow down.

"This... Auntie, I'm so sorry. I didn't know your son..."

Jiang Chenfeng showed a look of self-reproach and guilt, gently patting Deng Fanghua's shoulder to comfort her. "Auntie, the dead cannot be brought back. Please accept my condolences."

Being comforted like this by Jiang Chenfeng, the murderer of her son, made Deng Fanghua wail bitterly.

Feeling that Deng Fanghua was very pitiful, Jiang Chenfeng continued to console her, "Auntie, try to look on the bright side. Looking at your age, you're not much older than my mother, so your son probably wasn't much older than me, right?"

"If you're willing, Auntie, you can treat me as your son. That way, even if you don't have your biological son, you still have me!"

"Waaaah..."

Deng Fanghua cried louder and louder.

She wished she could beat Jiang Chenfeng to death!

This bastard was practically humiliating her on purpose!

Jiang Chenfeng continued to comfort her, "Auntie, really, don't be too grief-stricken. Your son's spirit in heaven wouldn't want to see you like this either!"

"Oh, by the way, was your son married? Since he was older than me, he should have been married, right? He must have given you a grandson already?"

"Waaaah..."

Hearing the word marriage, Deng Fanghua thought of Tang Yuanlong's severed manhood again and cried even harder.

Tang Yuanlong didn't even have a complete corpse when he died!

And now she had to be humiliated to her face by her son's murderer!

So hateful!

So despicable!

Deng Fanghua cursed Jiang Chenfeng in her heart, wishing she could curse eighteen generations of his ancestors.

She hadn't even held a grandson yet, and she was already a white-haired person seeing off a black-haired one!

If it weren't for Jiang Chenfeng, Tang Yuanlong would definitely have carved out a career and eventually married a dozen wives.

By then, she would have had a house full of children and grandchildren!

Why would she need to be in this state?

At such an advanced age, she had to personally come out to assassinate the man who killed her son!

"Auntie, I know you're sad, but stop for a moment! Just treat me as your own son and let's eat something together!"

Jiang Chenfeng felt more and more that Deng Fanghua was pitiful; he immediately pulled out some tissues and wiped away her tears.

He also poured a cup of tea for Deng Fanghua, placed it in front of her, and watched her drink it.

"Holy crap! Since when did Brother Jiang become so compassionate? Damn, even I'm moved to tears!"

Qin Yusheng felt as if he were meeting Jiang Chenfeng for the first time and secretly wiped his moist eyes.