Chapter 47 The Kid Wasn't Spoiled in Vain

With horns blaring incessantly on the road, Jiang Ran felt as if everything had come to a standstill.

The milk tea he was carrying fell to the ground with a "plop".

The secretary, who was waiting across the street, was dumbfounded.

When has Jiang Sanye of Shanghai ever been treated like this?

Jiang Moyuan could decide the fate of a small family with just a few words.

Who dares to mess with us?

Jiang Moyuan looked at the cola stains on his body and the bank card lying on the ground, his face cold and terribly grim. He squeezed out his voice through clenched teeth: "Ying, Zi, Jin!"

After replying to Fu Yunshen's last message, Ying Zijing put her phone back and put her hands in her pockets.

Her expression was indifferent, her eyes and brows were cold, and she was completely unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Jiang Moyuan.

Jiang Ran narrowed his eyes.

He grew up in the capital and only occasionally returned to Shanghai, so he didn't have much interaction with his blood-related third uncle.

But it is also known that because Jiang Moyuan has been fighting in the business world for many years, his aura is extremely imposing. Not to mention young girls, even adult men cannot meet his gaze.

But Jiang Ran clearly sensed that the girl's aura was like a deep, still current, which was terrifying.

Jiang Moyuan is incomparable.

"Four hundred thousand, to buy this Gerruti suit you're wearing, and to repay the scholarships I've given you over the years, with interest." Ying Zijing raised her eyes. "Please don't show your face in front of me again."

Jiang Moyuan laughed in anger upon hearing this: "What did you say?"

It was as if he was the one clinging to her.

"There are some things I forgot to tell Uncle Jiang last time," Ying Zijin smiled slightly. "I wish you and Aunt a long and happy marriage, and many children."

Upon hearing this address, Jiang Moyuan's back suddenly tensed.

"I don't know how I gave Uncle Jiang the wrong impression, making you think I have feelings for you." Ying Zijin nodded, maintaining her composure. "Let's make this clear now, so you won't be presumptuous in the future."

"I don't like you, and I don't want to see you. Please also ask your fiancée to leave me alone and give me some peace and quiet."

Whether before she woke up or during her slumber, Jiang Moyuan was nothing more than a stranger to her.

Perhaps the initial scholarship was just a student aid program, but bringing her to Shanghai clearly had a purpose—

They joined forces with the Ying family to provide Ying Luwei with a live blood bank.

Jiang Moyuan's gaze changed abruptly; it was the first time he had ever seen such emotion in a girl's eyes.

Indifferent and aloof, cold and detached, devoid of any feelings of admiration.

Either way, it gave him a feeling of being out of control.

I was a little out of breath, looked disheveled for a moment, and felt inexplicably cold inside.

“If I see Uncle Jiang again—” Ying Zijing yawned and tilted her head, “I’ll beat you up every time I see you.”

It's so annoying to have her say so much at once.

The secretary arrived just in time to hear those words.

He stared at the girl in disbelief, completely unable to comprehend it.

Isn't this second young lady of the Ying family always trying to seduce the third master and rise to power?

Playing hard to get?

The secretary glanced at Jiang Moyuan's expression and smiled politely, "I advise Miss Ying to think carefully before she speaks. If you do this, there will really be no way to make amends later."

Ying Zijing didn't bother to give them any more looks. She pulled the hoodie over her head and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Ran was still watching the show when he realized two seconds later that the two words were directed at him.

He didn't immediately follow up, but instead mocked, "I also advise you to save your breath. She doesn't even look at me, let alone an old man."

Although he hasn't acknowledged that this is their class's father, he can't let others step on his head, can he?

Where does that school bully's face go?

The secretary was utterly astonished that Jiang Ran would actually help Ying Zijing slap Jiang Moyuan in the face, exclaiming, "Young Master Jiang Ran, Third Master is doing this for your own good."

In terms of assets, Jiang Ran is naturally no match for Jiang Moyuan, who has worked hard for ten years.

However, in terms of status, Jiang Moyuan is really not as good as Jiang Ran.

Who arranged for Jiang Huaping to marry into a wealthy family in the capital?

"Damn it, are you all crazy? I just don't understand." Jiang Ran was also furious. "You're all presumptuous, pretending to be doing this for my own good. Who gave you permission to interfere? Do you even have the right to tell me what to do?"

That old woman from the Ying family is such a nuisance.

Jiang Ran ignored her and followed the girl.

Jiang Moyuan took a deep breath and used all his self-control to stop himself from chasing after them.

He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and said coldly, "Ying Zijin, you'll regret this."

Ying Zijin stopped and suddenly turned around.

She has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, which shimmer with a soft light when slightly upturned.

Despite her captivatingly vibrant colors, her indifferent gaze somehow gave off a chilling feeling.

"I'll give you those three words too." She lowered her voice and laughed, but the laugh was cold. "Don't regret it."

**

convenience store.

"Awesome, you're really awesome." Jiang Ran was finally impressed. "Aren't you afraid of Jiang Moyuan's revenge?"

Ying Zijing picked out some snacks: "Let him come."

"It's okay, I can help you if he comes." Jiang Ran was actually quite annoyed. "But why are you calling him Uncle Jiang?"

"Oh, just remind him he's getting old."

"..."

Jiang Ran's mood suddenly improved: "Quick, quick, I just helped you, now fight me."

He thought Ying Zijing still wouldn't agree, but to his surprise, she nodded.

"Let's go now." Jiang Ran reached out to pull her along. "We can go back and eat fried chicken after we're done."

But he couldn't catch it; someone intercepted him halfway.

A slightly hoarse voice, tinged with laughter, was low and alluring: "No, our kids can't fight."

"Who are you? Mind your own business..." Jiang Ran looked up, but his words caught in his throat, his face darkening. "What, it's you?"

Fu Yunshen took a bag of snacks from a high place for the girl, but didn't answer.

Ying Zijing hadn't expected him to come so soon: "Didn't you say I'd come find you in a bit?"

"It's alright, I have plenty of time anyway," Fu Yunshen said nonchalantly. "You guys keep playing."

He was already near the city center when he received a message from Jiang Moyuan, and he came over because he was worried that something might have happened to her.

I never expected the kid to be so ruthless.

Jiang Ran started to shoo people away: "Then why aren't you leaving? Don't disturb the young people's lives."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the girl handed him the whole bag of snacks she had bought, and then nodded: "I'll go with you now."

Fu Yunshen was taken aback, then raised his peach blossom eyes: "No need, it's still early."

"It's nothing," Ying Zijing said casually. "There are many of them."

You are all alone.

Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly smiled.

The child wasn't spoiled for nothing.

He was moved, like an old father.

Jiang Ran watched the two of them leave him behind: "..."

grass.

He became withdrawn.

**

After receiving a major demerit, Ying Feifei was forced to transfer to a regular class.

But because everyone in the second year of high school knew what she had done, the entire new class ostracized her, and she was on the verge of a breakdown.

Ying Feifei was extremely resentful, but she had no choice but to swallow her anger.

Life at home was also difficult, and Ying's father was very dissatisfied with her.

Ying Feifei clenched her fingers and forced herself to write the self-criticism.

But just then, a text message from an unknown number popped up on her phone.

There was no text, only a photo.

(End of this chapter)