Late is Not Late

Ji Wan thought Zhou Zechuan was a light in her life. She willingly hid her brilliance and entered into a secret marriage with him for two years, content to be his kept woman. However, she didn'...

Chapter 8: People Should Be Content (Cultivation)

Chapter 8: People Should Be Content (Cultivation)

"The Ji family was at its peak before, but Ji Lin was very cold and aloof, just like his old man. We were just ordinary friends, not very familiar with each other."

"But Ji Lin's ability is not inferior to his old man's. It's a pity that he died young."

However, one cannot help but sigh when mentioning the Ji family. When the old man of the Ji family was still alive, the Ji family was very glorious, not to mention that they could cover the sky with one hand.

But it is also a well-known company, and the industries under its name are leaders in the industry.

The old man of the Ji family, Ji Guangchen, Ji Wan's grandfather, was a prominent figure in his time. He could single-handedly turn the entire Yucheng upside down.

My grandmother Wen Ning is a leader in the fashion and modeling industries.

My uncle Wen An is quite famous in the academic world, especially in astronomy.

However, the Wen family is a low-key family, so this is all we know about it. We don’t know how far it has developed now, and it seems that the Wen family has not been in Yucheng in recent years.

It is really sad that such a glorious family fell into decline so quickly.

"After the Ji family incident, Ji Lin disappeared. It's still unknown whether the information is reliable."

"Second brother, the affairs of the Ji family are quite complicated, so you should stay out of it. However, his sister is a beauty."

When mentioning Ji Wan, Chi Wenyan curled the corners of his lips and chuckled: "Yeah."

When Feng Hao saw this scene, he felt more and more puzzled. Could it be that his second brother really fell in love with that girl Ji Wan?

But it's just a vase. Not only can it not help, it might even become a burden.

Second brother can’t be so confused, I thought to myself, but I didn’t dare to say more.

If you ask too many questions, especially asking Chi Wenyan, he will get terribly angry.

The two of them were drinking, and outside the bar there was a pair of eyes silently staring at the scene.

"Third Master, the Second Young Master went to a banquet after going to Yucheng."

The portly man in a white Tang suit, leaning on the sofa and smoking a cigar, laughed when he heard this.

"What have you been doing?"

"Zhou Zechuan arranged a welcome banquet for the Second Young Master. All the guests were young masters from Yucheng. They were all scoundrels and not good people."

"This kid, I told him not to hang out with these bad friends, but he just won't listen."

"That's what the Third Master said."

"Never mind, it's fine to hang around there forever. The most important thing for a person is to be content!"

The word "contentment" can be emphasized, as if to emphasize something, and one can vaguely hear a kind of sarcasm.

"Okay, you guys take good care of my good nephew there, and tell me if anything happens."

"yes."

It was dark at night. Ji Wan was looking at the Ji family's stocks in his bedroom. Looking at the horrific data, he rubbed his forehead with a headache.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't anxious. She couldn't just watch the Ji family's property fall into the hands of outsiders.

He turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair to rest. He glanced at the photo frame on the table, paused, then sighed lightly and reached out to take the photo frame.

In their family photo at that time, her grandparents sat in the middle, her mother was holding her young daughter on one side, and her brother was standing on his father's knees on the other side. Although he was also young, his expression was the same as her grandfather's, always with a poker face. She always called her brother a poker face, which made her brother unhappy.

He also corrected her righteously, saying that at this age one should not show emotions on one's face.

Come on, how old was he then?

Ji Wan couldn't help but smile, but the more he smiled, the more bitter his smile became. His white fingertips rubbed against those familiar faces.

He sighed softly and said, "Grandpa, Grandma, Mom and Dad, I will find my brother, I will!"

After saying this, his anxious heart gradually calmed down.

At this moment, the sound of a door opening came from behind, and Ji Wan's expression changed.