Chapter 33 Let's give them a chance to go to Thailand...
“The men of our Jiang family really are all cut from the same cloth…” Standing very close to Jiang Si, Jiang Miaomiao saw her own sharp smile reflected in her dark, inky pupils. “…A lineage of selfishness, self-righteousness, and egotisticalness!”
Jiang Si nodded in agreement: "But they just happen to control the Jiang Group. We have the same family background. If they rose to power through ability, I'll accept it. But if it's just because they have that extra little penis, I'm afraid I can't comply."
That's a really crude way of putting it; it doesn't fit the innocent, naive image that Jiang Si usually cultivates.
But Jiang Miaomiao felt the reasoning was sound: "Currently, medical technology is limited, and it's only increasing, not decreasing. Let's give them a chance to go to Thailand."
...
The two went to another place to choose dresses.
With Jiang Si, a local expert, and her connections, Jiang Miaomiao has no trouble finding a suitable dress.
After finishing their business, the two of them rode in the nanny van around eating, drinking, and having fun until they went home in the evening.
When attending important occasions, dressing formally is a basic etiquette requirement.
After meticulously applying her makeup and changing into her gown, Jiang Miaomiao went downstairs, intending to follow Jiang Zhengye to the charity gala. Suddenly, someone who had nearly driven Jiang to depression by her during the day, acting completely out of character, "floated" like a ghost to her side, muttering incoherently, "Showing off your arms and legs, can't you be a little more discreet when you're out in public? It's still early, are you trying to starve yourself to death by not eating dinner... If you eat well, you won't have to eat and drink recklessly outside, easily getting into trouble... Pretty boys love to lie, but ugly people are even more prone to revealing their true nature..."
Jiang Miaomiao looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Jiang Jie thought to himself: It's not that I'm concerned about her.
Feeling guilty under Jiang Miaomiao's gaze, he yelled, "What are you looking at, you big-headed ghost?!" and then angrily went back to his room.
"What?" Jiang Jiezhi turned back awkwardly as he reached the top of the stairs.
Jiang Miaomiao said, "My hands are a little itchy right now. Why don't you let me give you 10 spanks first? I'll be gentle since it's my first time spanking you."
"I'm talking to you nicely, what's wrong with you?!" Jiang Jiezhi ran away as fast as he could.
Jiang Miaomiao burst into laughter, then turned around and adjusted her dress in front of the mirror in the doorway.
She initially thought he was a delinquent teenager who skipped classes, went to bars, had early romances, falsified his grades, and swore constantly. But after being abused by her, he still wanted to sympathize with her and remind her of things. So he wasn't entirely hopeless.
"Is it ready yet?" Jiang Zhengye, who was waiting outside the door, couldn't wait any longer.
"Alright." The smiling face in the mirror instantly turned stern. As for the father, he was utterly wicked!
Jiang Miaomiao responded and went over.
She wore a white off-the-shoulder dress, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and her features were striking yet not seductive, resembling a noble tribute that could only be admired from afar and not touched.
A woman's appearance reflects her inner self; you can tell at a glance that she's more than just pretty.
"Absolutely top-notch!" Jiang Zhengye couldn't help but exclaim, then shamelessly boasted: "No wonder he's my son!"
***
The Hong Kong Charity Association is located at the Convention and Exhibition Centre in the city center.
The hall was spacious and bright, bustling with people, drinking and chatting merrily, exuding an air of wealth and luxury. Even the waiters carrying trays walked with an air of elegance, as if they were dancing ballet on tiptoe.
As Jiang Zhengye led Jiang Miaomiao into the hall, many acquaintances immediately approached him.
Upon seeing the radiant Jiang Miaomiao beside him, people couldn't help but whisper among themselves, wondering if Jiang Zhengye's taste for mature charm had changed. However, this young woman was indeed beautiful, and even those who mistook her for Jiang Zhengye's mistress still cast admiring glances at her.
"Old Jiang, we've finally found you. This young beauty must be your daughter, right?" Several middle-aged men in sharp suits laughed, clearly having made prior arrangements.
They all look different, but it's clear that they are on the same path as Jiang Zhengye.
They colluded with each other.
"That's right, can't you see we look like we were made from the same mold?"
Jiang Zhengye laughed heartily and pushed Jiang Miaomiao forward slightly to increase her viewing angle, then kindly introduced her: "This is your Uncle Shan, the second-in-command in the ocean shipping industry. This is Uncle Lin, who mainly deals in foreign trade. And these two are from the Song family..."
The second landlord, who had been eyeing Jiang Miaomiao with lustful eyes, was suddenly brought back to his senses by this address. "Why are you calling us 'uncle'? It makes us sound old. That's not appropriate. We're in our prime."
"Oh, then call him Brother Shan." Jiang Zhengye wasn't actually making a slip of the tongue. He was shrewd; he had just been testing the men's reactions, and when he heard Shan Lao Er say that, he immediately felt there was hope.
Brother, Brother? Jiang Miaomiao really wanted to vomit, but her expression didn't show it.
Compared to the second elder of the Song family introduced last time, these men of Jiang Zhengye's generation are indeed a little younger, but they are still men old enough to be her father! They are either divorced, widowed, or have been promiscuous and unmarried for many years. How could they possibly have the nerve to make a move on her, a virgin?
Jiang Zhengye nudged her secretly, signaling her to speak.
Jiang Miaomiao returned a businesslike smile and said as she wished, "Uncle Shan, you are all my father's business partners, which means you are my elders. How can I, a junior, knowingly disobey? How can I be disrespectful? There is an order of seniority! I must respectfully address you as 'Uncle' and learn the ways of business from you in the future."
Jiang Miaomiao's words were full of hidden meanings and sarcastic remarks; she seemed to have yet to meet her match.
Therefore, those uncles who had ulterior motives towards her, those with a sense of shame, should refrain from their advances. As for those like Master Shan, who was lecherous and stubborn, they shouldn't blame Jiang Miaomiao for being impolite.
The scene was a bit awkward.
Jiang Zhengye had no choice but to find an excuse to drag her away and lecture her: "This is the man I picked out for you, can't you talk about something romantic?"
Jiang Miaomiao said, "If you want to talk about romance, go barefoot in the snow of Northeast China. I only know how to beat people up, not how to coax them."
Jiang Zhengye glared at him and said, "You finally became famous and your status rose, can't you be a little more assertive and pretend to be gentle and virtuous? It's not too late to show your true colors after you get married. Even if you divorce, you'll still have money to split! What's that old Chinese saying? 'A moment of forbearance brings wealth and glory, a step back guarantees a profit...'"
Jiang Miaomiao said coolly, "Old Jiang, you always have philosophical insights that are different from ordinary people. So awesome~~~"
She clapped her hands three times, her gesture no longer perfunctory.
"Here we go again," Jiang Zhengye said, half annoyed and half disgusted. "Every time I pour my heart out to you about the secrets of wealthy families, you respond with this sarcastic tone. You really don't know what's good for you! You'd better shut up; you look more like a woman when you're silent!"
Jiang Miaomiao glanced away with a "hehe".
I happened to catch a glimpse of many familiar faces, including Han Cuo, Tu Jiaojiao, Xue Shaoyuan, Xiao Luolin, Ren Ziwei, and others.
However, after that class reunion, these people split into even more small groups, appearing harmonious on the surface but secretly distancing themselves from each other.
Ren Ziwei was the first to spot Jiang Miaomiao and immediately walked over.
As long as he doesn't act sloppy and speaks properly, he can still appear as a refined young nobleman. "Hello, Miaomiao, Uncle Jiang."
Jiang Zhengye naturally recognized the young master of the Ren family and asked suspiciously, "Do you know my unfilial son... Miaomiao?"
Ren Ziwei said politely, "Besides me, the other classmates with Miss Miaomiao in the third year of high school include Han Cuo, Tu Jiaojiao, Xue Shaoyuan, Xiao Luolin, and others."
Jiang Zhengye was taken aback for a moment, then asked her in a low voice, "What school did you attend in your senior year of high school? How come you know so many rich kids?"
Jiang Miaomiao replied, "Old Jiang, compared to their family, are you very poor?"
“Not bad, but I don’t believe they’d be interested in a tomboy like you!” Jiang Zhengye said bluntly, but then thought that maybe some of them were really masochists? Since they didn’t like his business partners, they could only reluctantly accept these rich kids.
So Jiang Zhengye made an excuse to leave, leaving Jiang Miaomiao and Ren Ziwei alone.
Ren Ziwei repeatedly pondered the conversation between the father and daughter, and teased, "Class beauty, no wonder Tu Jiaojiao and the others mistakenly thought you were Jiang Zhengye's mistress. Look at what you were saying just now, you sound like some kind of sworn enemies."
Jiang Miaomiao didn't take it seriously: "Just say we're in the orthopedics business."
"Even self-deprecation doesn't have to be this bad," Ren Ziwei chuckled.
Ren Ziwei reminded her, "Class beauty, aren't you focusing on the wrong thing?"
Han Cuo has always been the center of attention, so his every move at this moment naturally attracts everyone's attention.
As everyone knows, Young Master Han is no pushover!
Ren Ziwei took a sip of wine, savoring its delicate aroma, and said gloatingly, "Class beauty, let me make this clear first, I'm just a spectator who enjoys watching the show."
Jiang Miaomiao: "So you mean you're not taking sides?"
He thought for a moment, and before Han Cuo arrived, he added, "I can make an exception if there's money to be made. I'm a businessman now."
“Deal! I’m a businesswoman too!” Jiang Miaomiao replied. She was trying to lay out her strategy; as for how big the board would be, that depended on how bold she was.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Cuo and his followers walked up to him.
When Han Cuo clearly revealed that his target was the beautiful and unfamiliar Jiang Miaomiao, many people at the scene were extremely surprised. Even Jiang Zhengye and the men who were trying to become his sons-in-law of the same age were whispering among themselves.
Master Shan frowned and asked Jiang Zhengye, "Your daughter actually knows the young master of the Han family?" How could someone who knows the only son of the Han family agree to a marriage alliance with someone of their uncle's generation?
"Hehe. They were just classmates in high school," Jiang Zhengye replied awkwardly.
How did he know before he arrived?
He didn't even give Jiang Miaomiao living expenses, so how could he know which high school she attended or who she knew?
Compared to other fathers who hope their daughters will become successful or marry into wealth, Jiang Zhengye has always been different.
He had a very low opinion of Jiang Miaomiao, so he begged her not to follow the example of other rich young ladies and try to make a move on Han Cuo. Swan meat is not something a frog like her can eat!
There were indeed quite a few young ladies in the crowd staring intently at Han Cuo, among whom Song Xiyan, the young lady of the Song family, was the most prominent.
She had just returned to the country, but her behavior was completely different from Jiang Miaomiao's. She searched all the young and promising men in Hong Kong and had already included Han Cuo in her list of targets!
Her method is to control the world by controlling the best men.
...
Han Cuo and the others walked up to Jiang Miaomiao and Ren Ziwei.
"Hello, class beauty."
“Miaomiao, Ziwei, my little cutie.”
...
They used different names for each other, but they all had a very familiar attitude towards each other.
Jiang Miaomiao smiled back politely, leaving no room for criticism.
But when she saw Han Cuo suddenly approach and try to whisper in her ear, just like last time at the bar, she immediately took two steps back without making a sound.
Seeing this, Han Cuo reluctantly stood still, extending his right hand from his pocket, "Miao Miao." His other hand remained in his pocket.
This posture, which others might make look like thugs, he exudes a leisurely and noble air; good looks truly make anything go well.
Jiang Miaomiao reached out and squeezed it, but her palm suddenly itched. It was Han Cuo secretly tickling her palm with his finger.
She calmly withdrew her expression, asked a waiter for a warm, damp towel, and then wiped her hands three times in front of Han Cuo.
Han Cuo, though not annoyed, smiled and asked the waiter for a hot, damp towel. Following her example, he wiped his hand, which he had just shaken with hers, four times.
Holy crap!
Bystanders, unaware of the secret affair between the two, could tell from the sheer number of times they rubbed hands together that they harbored a grudge.
"What were you two old classmates talking about just now?" Chen Shi'an was Han Cuo's childhood friend, and the two families had a deep business relationship. He was also one of Han Cuo's strongest partners.
Ren Ziwei replied languidly, "What could a man and a woman talking about when they were alone together?"
Chen Shi'an, unfazed, raised an eyebrow and said, "Now that we have the numbers, why don't we go a little further and explore the topic more freely?"
We're all in the same circle; everyone knows the other person might talk nonsense, but they're actually quite serious.
Most of them are heirs to family businesses. The less serious ones, like Tu Jiaojiao's circle and Jiang Bainian's circle, are self-organized groups of playboys and foolish second-generation heirs.
The circles don't merge.
Jiang Miaomiao said, "Hong Kong is a big city, but it's also quite small that a charity gala can bring everyone together. If we meet again in business, please be lenient with each other. After all, in the business world, there are only partners with shared interests, not deadly enemies."
Her implication was quite clear, and most people had no objection. However, Han Cuo said, "But we have so many business partners, it doesn't matter if we lose one or two."
Jiang Miaomiao retorted, "What if we don't care about losing one or two business partners, but gaining one or two more who secretly sabotage us?"
Han Cuo smiled and said, "I don't care."
"Then let's give it a try," Jiang Miaomiao said with a smile.
"Not afraid at all?" Han Cuo nodded, a meaningful look in his eyes. "Then let's really give it a try."
"So many people, this is really lively!" A soft, delicate voice interrupted.
Everyone turned to look, and there was Song Xiyan leading two young ladies over. She greeted everyone by name in a familiar manner, and when her gaze fell on Jiang Miaomiao, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Could someone introduce me to this young lady? She looks familiar, but I just can't quite remember her."
"This is Jiang Miaomiao, the eldest daughter of Chairman Jiang of the Jiang Group," Chen Shi'an replied casually.
Song Xiyan clapped her hands immediately, realizing, "So this is Miss Jiang who almost married my second grandfather. No wonder she looks familiar. Hello, Miss Jiang. If my second grandfather hadn't just passed away, we would be relatives."
Her words were laced with mockery and disdain, and everyone present understood. The two young ladies who had followed her both covered their mouths and chuckled.
Han Cuo, however, did not react much to what he heard.
Instead, Ren Ziwei and Chen Shi'an frowned secretly, not at Jiang Miaomiao, but at the arrogant Miss Song in front of them.
They felt sorry for Jiang Miaomiao but also respected her. At least she could stand cleanly in front of them in this environment and use her unchanging intelligence to fight back against them, unlike someone like Song Xiyan.
But Song Xiyan was oblivious; she only believed that her youth and beauty could make most men submit to her...
Jiang Miaomiao slightly shifted her eyebrows and carefully examined Song Xiyan.
She smiled faintly, "I recognize Miss Song at a glance, but your figure seems a little worse than when you were dancing in the bar last time. I remember that night you were wearing a crop top, and your chest, your waist, and the way you swayed with every step—all the men in the room had their eyes light up and their voices hoarse. Especially the way you straddled Mr. Han's lap and swayed so alluringly…tsk tsk, even I, as a woman, was captivated. So, honestly, since I almost became your grandmother, even if I didn't, I'm still willing to cherish the younger generation. You're probably sleeping late and eating a lot these days; your dark circles are too heavy, and your belly is too obvious. You need to go to bed early, get up early, and pay attention to your diet."
*Pfft, pfft.* Forgive them, these young people couldn't help but chuckle.
Many eavesdroppers nearby chuckled, but they couldn't help but frown when they looked at Song Xiyan. Judging from Jiang Miaomiao's description, no normal girl would be so promiscuous, let alone a well-known young lady.
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