Chapter 13: Uncle, don’t you like it? (1/2)

Chen An wasn’t concern about Ding Sheng realising anything awry. Even if he did decide to investigate him, he will only find that ‘Chen An’ is just a normal man in his thirties who couldn’t be any more ordinary.

As for how he would wash the money in his hands clean, Chen An have his ways. Shanghai isn’t a place that lack opportunities to launder money and one good example would be betting.

There are people who specialises in collecting winning lotteries. All Chen An had to do was to buy a winning lottery and then claim the money to have an explanation for the sudden amount of cash in his disposal.

Just like normal, Chen An got ready to leave for 'work’ after eating breakfast. His cover to Chen Yang was to tell him that he had a job as a security guard in an upscale residential area. This lie also conveniently explain away the nights when he didn’t return home.

The crafty fox habitually leave wiggle room in his lies; he also habitually place limited trust in the people around him.

Lu Feng’s betrayal is an inerasable shadow over his heart.

'Uncle, wait!’ Chen Yang suddenly shouted after his departing uncle.

'Yes?’ Chen An paused by the open door as he eyed the nearby youth rummaging through his bag. While he knew Chen Yang is a good-natured kid, he nevertheless still kept a measure of cautious distance between them.

With a small bag in his hands, Chen Yang scampered over. And as though he was feeling too bashful to say anything, he merely handed the bag over to Chen An before murmuring haltingly, 'Uncle, I just got my pay. Please take this.’

'What is it?’ Chen An was stumped for a moment. While he knew that Chen yang was schooling, he certainly didn’t know that Chen Yang was working a part-time job as well.

He was indeed baffled at first; Why did Chen Yang chose to stay off-campus instead of inside? Was it because it would be more conveninent for work?

'Open it up.’ Chen Yang could barely contain his excitement, like a child waiting to receive words of praise, his face held only anticipation as he looked at Chen An.

And in that moment, his innocent and pure gaze reminded Chen An acutely of his brother. Years ago, when they were still making a name for themselves, they often could not eat the dishes of their hometown. So then, in order to make Chen Zhang An happy, Chen Zhang Le would venture out to Chinatown on his own to learn how to cook.

The first time Zhang Le made him a table of Chinese dishes, he had looked at Chen An with the same face of eagerness that Chen Yang have now.