794 He Doesn't Care About You, But You Do
“Then who are you?” Ji Shiting sneered.
“I’ll get you another bowl of rice.” Old Liang turned around and left.
Ji Shiting clenched his fists as he watched him leave.
This place was too remote, and the few residents were all elderly. There were no young people at all, let alone access to electronic products.
His freedom wasn’t completely restricted, but he knew that Old Yuan was very cautious of him. Nothing he did could escape his eyes.
Besides, he didn’t know anything about the outside world, so he didn’t dare act rashly.
He didn’t even know what time it was. After all, he had been unconscious for a few days. He could only estimate that at least half a month had passed since his accident.
Half a month…
He couldn’t imagine how his grandpa and Ye Shengge would feel, especially Shengge…
He closed his eyes, feeling anxious.
Before long, Old Liang brought over a bowl of rice, which was filled with vegetables and fish.
He put the bowl of rice in front of Ji Shiting and cleaned up his bowl.
p-A- n-d-A-n-0-v-e-1、(c)om “Eat. Old Yuan won’t let you go,” he said.
In other words, it wouldn’t be of any use even if Ji Shiting refused to take his meals.
Ji Shiting opened his eyes and said calmly, “He doesn’t care about me, but you do.”
The scar on Old Liang’s face twitched again.
“Even so, I can’t help you,” he said. “Old Yuan saved my life. I couldn’t have betrayed him more than once.”
Ji Shiting’s pupils contracted.
Old Liang had admitted his identity.
Although Ji Shiting had already confirmed that he was Ji Ziliang, guessing was one thing, and hearing him admit it was another.
Ji Shiting hadn’t expected to reunite with him under such circumstances after more than twenty years. He was still alive. Why hadn’t he returned? Why did he refuse to contact him and his grandpa, and what had happened to him all these years?
Perhaps the scars on his face were the answer to those questions.
Ji Shiting resisted the urge to ask.
“Please tell Old Yuan that I know what he wants,” Ji Shiting said. “I can help him.”
Old Liang looked at him and nodded gently.
The Qingfeng Gang was a gang that had developed in the past decade. They were mainly active in the north, and were involved in smuggling activities and running gray-area businesses that were at the edge of the law. They had some connections with many high officials. Other than providing them regularly, they would sometimes do some dirty work for them in exchange for some convenience.
That was all Ji Shiting knew about them.
Because it wasn’t dangerous, the Qingfeng Gang hadn’t been suppressed yet. However, Old Yuan was obviously someone with ideas, so he wouldn’t be satisfied.
If he could feel his pulse, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to leave.
Before long, Old Yuan came to him.
“Mr. Ji, I heard you refused to eat. Is the food too low-quality for you?” He clicked his tongue.
“I know you want to change your career,” Ji Shiting said. “I can help you launder all your money and their sources. Three months is the limit.”
His children would be born in three months, and he couldn’t miss their birth.