Chapter 70 True Face

In the past, He Xing would never have said such a thing. Although it was what he was thinking, he was always someone who knew how to keep things to himself.

Today, after being provoked by the actions of the Jiang family, Zhang Jing almost swallowed the fat meat that was about to fall into his mouth. He was filled with resentment and couldn't help but vent his dissatisfaction.

“Young Master He, I still don’t understand why merchants are considered lowly. Those merchants have money and live much better lives than the farmers in the village.”

Lin Yuesha continued to add fuel to the fire, providing Jiang Huai with a perfect opportunity to see He Xing's true colors.

“There are plenty of wealthy families out there, but in front of scholars, they’re treated like dogs, practically wagging their tails and barking.”

He Xing looked arrogant. People are divided into high and low, noble and lowly. He was indeed not as rich as the Jiang family, but he had status. At least, he did not have to kneel down to the county magistrate.

Money is nothing; only power is what makes someone superior.

It's true that the Jiang family did him a favor, but are they really that selfless? I doubt it.

From the moment He Xing entered school, his teacher determined that he was a promising student and that as long as he focused on his studies, he would surely achieve great things in the future.

His father is gone, and Jiang Huai is trying to win him over. As a businessman, he can't do things in vain; he still has some ulterior motives.

"In short, I have a sincere heart for Baozhu. If there is any disturbance in the manor, please find a way to inform me."

A servant from the manor came over, and He Xing deliberately turned down the volume. Jiang Huai, who was in the corner, didn't hear this.

"Master, you're here! Madam is looking for you!"

When the servants of the Jiang household saw Jiang Huai, they hurriedly delivered the message.

Jiang Huai was about to stop him, but his servant was faster. He was a businessman and often used to reading people's hearts through details.

He Xing's words just now made Jiang Huai feel as if he had been splashed with ice water, a chill that went straight to the bone.

He did all this without any guilt towards the Ho family.

He Xing's father's death was an accident. Jiang Huai's men had already signed a life-or-death contract. Going to the barbarians to transport goods was inherently risky, and those who went with him knew this. It was not Jiang Huai who forced them.

Afterwards, the Jiang family paid the full amount of compensation due to the He family, showing them the utmost kindness and generosity.

He Xing's words showed no gratitude towards the Jiang family, and even implied that Jiang Huai was selfish and using him. This deeply saddened Jiang Huai, who felt he had raised an ungrateful wretch all these years!

"Uncle Jiang."

He Xing's eyelids twitched when he saw Jiang Huai, realizing he had misspoke and becoming anxious. Had Jiang Huai overheard what he just said?

He Xing tried his best to control his emotions and acted in a friendly and natural manner.

In terms of interpersonal skills, ten He Xings couldn't compare to Jiang Huai. How could a junior possibly see through Jiang Huai's thoughts?

“I was looking for Baozhu, thinking she had come to the front yard.”

Jiang Huai strode forward with a smile on his face and said, "Nephew, you're not with Baozhu."

He Xing observed Jiang Huai's expression discreetly and, finding nothing amiss, relaxed and smiled, saying, "I thought Uncle Jiang was in the front yard, so I came to check on him and ran into Sister Lin, exchanging a few words with her."

Jiang Huai pretended not to know, not mentioning the rearranged study. He Xing wisely didn't point it out, only mentioning Lin Yuesha.

"That little girl, Yue Sha, is making her own food."

Jiang Huai didn't say much and led He Xing straight to the backyard.

As soon as the two left, Jiang Baozhu emerged from the corner, smoothing her chest with her hand. Those unbearable memories, which happened in her previous life, still affected her constantly.

Jiang Baozhu was still unable to calmly face He Xing; she was afraid she would lose control and swing her knife at him.

None of this has happened yet, and she still has time to change her fate. Jiang Baozhu reminds herself that it's not worth dying for scum.

Are you avoiding Young Master He?

Lin Yuesha straightened up and gently patted her back with her hands. The original owner of the body was truly delicate; she would get backaches and leg pains after doing even a little work.

Jiang Huai gave her ten days. After ten days, the Jiang family would take a new batch of produce to the barbarian tribes to sell.

"A question you already know the answer to."

Jiang Baozhu took the hairpin from Lin Yuesha and weighed it in her hand, saying, "He Xing is rarely so generous. This silver hairpin is worth at least two months' worth of his expenses, worth ten or eight taels."

"Should we confiscate it?"

Lin Yuesha didn't like the butterfly-shaped silver hairpin; she only liked silver. The hairpin could be exchanged for ten taels of silver, enough for her family to eat eggs for a very long time. She was truly reluctant to hand it over.

"Keep what I gave you; we might really have a chance to trick He Xing."

In his past life, the Jiang family fell into He Xing's hands, becoming stepping stones for his official career. Over the years, his father has given He Xing a lot of money; it's time to reclaim some of it.

Upon hearing that someone had been swindled, Lin Yuesha immediately agreed, but she still had some doubts. He Xing was not as simple as he seemed; he was malicious and might sabotage her behind her back. She had to be careful.

"Miss, what are you doing here? Young Master He and his mother have already gone home!"

Xiao Xi ran all over the Jiang residence, panting heavily, and said, "Young Master He is very disappointed that he didn't see you."

Jiang Baozhu nodded, then her expression instantly turned blank.

Good riddance. Next time He Xing comes to the mansion, I must show my face, lest He Xing notice something and become desperate.

Today's harvest was quite fruitful; at least Lin Yuesha made a contribution. He Xing's few words of heartfelt confession were all heard by Jiang Huai.

In the main room of the Jiang residence, Jiang Huai was sighing. After all these years, even a dog develops attachments, let alone a person.

"Leaving aside Baozhu's marriage, I almost treated Hexing like my own son."

Feeling choked up, Jiang Huai confided in Madam Xu.

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