"So the Jiang Family ended up raising an enemy," Jiang Yihua said, shrugging with a faint smile. "Before he was sent down to the countryside, my dad had a long talk with him and told him about his background."
"We weren't looking for him to repay our kindness, but we couldn't just let him be used by others, could we?"
"He played along well enough and acted grateful to our family, but only he truly knows what he was thinking."
"After all, my dad couldn't produce any evidence to prove his innocence."
"In his eyes, we're probably just hypocrites. On one hand, we felt guilty and had no choice but to adopt him. On the other, we treated him well as if giving alms to a beggar, just to maintain a good reputation."
"Regardless of what he thinks now, the Jiang Family has a clear conscience. It's better to just make a clean break. From now on, we'll have nothing to do with each other!"
