Upon hearing this, Chen Jing's face darkened.
He glanced at Zhao Anyang disdainfully, then whispered in Ji Xia's ear about the girl's background.
Hearing that she was one of Old Man Sun's estranged granddaughters, surnamed Zhao, Ji Xia looked at Zhao Anyang with a strange expression.
Zhao Anyang, the daughter of Old Man Sun's long-lost daughter, is not Chen Jing's destined partner from his previous life, but his benefactor?
She unconsciously took another look at the four people: two men and two women, all wearing jeans popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan, but with fitted short shirts on top, tied in a bow at the hem.
The two men, however, wore dark plaid shirts and denim shorts, their attire flamboyant and eye-catching.
Although the girl standing on the side was sweeter and more charming, Zhao Anyang was definitely in the center position, with two boys surrounding her and giving Chen Jing and his group an impolite look.
Seeing Chen Jing's obvious intimacy with Ji Xia, Zhao Anyang's face darkened visibly.
She raised her chin arrogantly: "I'm asking you, are you mute? When did you come to the city? Why didn't you go to see my mother?"
"What do you want with your mother? Are you bored and have nothing better to do?"
Chen Jing remained indifferent. Ji Xia tugged at his sleeve and explained with a smile, "Hello, last year when he was looking for your mother, he was actually doing it on someone else's behalf to find her relatives. It wasn't that he intentionally harassed your family."
"However, you can rest assured that the Sun family has already moved away, and he won't be bothering your family anymore."
"I didn't ask you, why are you being so nosy?"
Hearing her reason, and seeing Chen Jing naturally shield Ji Xia behind him, Zhao Anyang's anger intensified: "Why are you sticking your neck out for me when I'm talking to him? You like showing off so much? Why don't you go sell yourself?"
"Shut up, don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman!"
"Come on, hit me! I want to see if you have the guts!"
The two argued fiercely, and Zhao Anyang became increasingly arrogant and angry, looking at Chen Jing as if he were a heartless lover.
Unfortunately, Chen Jing couldn't see through her thoughts at all; he just found the girl inexplicably annoying.
He had never seen such an annoying girl before. Last year, she inexplicably brought people to beat him up, and this year she inexplicably blocked them here and started yelling and cursing.
What kind of lunatic is this? If you're sick, go to Qingshan!
Ji Xia stood behind them, looking dazed, quietly watching their bickering.
Chen Jing felt that the girl was willful, capricious, and unreasonable, and showed no respect whatsoever.
Ji Xia, however, sensitively sensed something amiss in the girl's heart. Was she feeling embarrassed and angry because her feelings had been dashed?
What did Chen Jing do to arouse the girl's interest?
Ji Xia unconsciously glanced at Chen Jing's simple casual clothes.
It's said online that money gives men courage, but it's not just money, it's also power. Power gives men even more courage than money.
Chen Jing, whom Ji Xia met last year, was just a good-looking country bumpkin.
Even now, though he's wearing the most ordinary shirt and casual pants, his skin is still as bronze as it was last year, yet he exudes an air of extraordinary presence and authority.
Come to think of it, last year they started a small workshop together, and in less than a year, their profits definitely exceeded 100,000 yuan.
Earning 100,000 yuan in the late 1970s—what does that mean? Perhaps some people can't even imagine that number in their entire lives.
Moreover, although it was a three-person partnership, Ji Xiangjun managed the branch factory in Jiangnan, while Ji Xia only focused on design and acted as a hands-off manager. Chen Jing always held sole power over the small workshop.
With money and power, one naturally has the confidence to face anyone. Chen Jing treated Song Wu of Huacheng and Song Laoda of the commune with normal attitude, so why would he feel any awe towards a little girl like Zhao Anyang?
Compared to Chen Jing's composure, Zhao Anyang was exasperated and frustrated by his disappointment.
She has had a relatively smooth life. Her parents and family have some influence, so from childhood to adulthood, no one has ever dared to embarrass her.
For more than a decade, Chen Jing was the first person to not take her seriously.
Logically, she should have loathed Chen Jing, and that's what she thought too.
But last year, when she led a few henchmen to try and take down Chen Jing, she was instead beaten up by Chen Jing herself, and a figure quietly appeared in her heart.
The young girl admired the strong.
Especially after being influenced by certain Hong Kong and Taiwan television programs, young girls often feel a mix of shyness and joy when faced with such a free-spirited, good-looking, and powerful man.
However, just as she was overjoyed to see him again, she discovered that there was another woman beside him, who was very beautiful and acted intimately with him in a natural manner.
Zhao Anyang felt betrayed and became furious.
The two stood outside the flower shop like sworn enemies from a past life, engaging in a fierce verbal battle that drew in all the passing customers, creating a large crowd around the shop.
The beautiful florist looked helpless and tried to persuade her several times, but to no avail.
Left with no other choice, she pleaded with Ji Xia with a wry smile, "Pretty girl, if you two have a grudge in private, why don't you find another place to talk it out properly, instead of having them all gathered here?"
Ji Xia nodded helplessly, putting away her desire to watch the show, and tugged at Chen Jing's sleeve from behind: "Jing, that's enough. Don't argue with girls like this in public, it'll make you a laughing stock."
"I'm just going to argue with him, what's it to you? It's none of your business!"
Before Chen Jing could even speak after hearing Ji Xia's words, Zhao Anyang lashed out at Ji Xia.
Upon hearing this, Chen Jing sneered repeatedly: "She's my lover, so what if she cares about me? I like it when she cares about me, what's it to you?"
"Your spouse? You're married?"
Chen Jing frowned: "What's wrong with me getting married at my age? My peers already have kids."
Seeing that there were too many people around, Chen Jing also felt that arguing with a young girl was pointless, so he turned around and walked into the flower shop with a cold face.
When Zhao Anyang heard that the two had gotten married, he felt a chill run down his spine. He glared at them angrily and left with his three friends, his face grim.
As they walked out of the flower market, her friend Fang Min nudged her with his elbow: "An Yang, so angry? Who's this man? Is he related to your mother?"
"What relative? He's just a country bumpkin from the countryside, a servant from my mother's family."
"Servants? There are still servants now?"
Fang Min raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Judging from his clothes, he seems to be doing quite well. He even found such a pretty girl as his wife. Where is he from?"
"Is it beautiful?"
Hearing her friends praise the woman's beauty, she felt a surge of anger: "You men are all like this, you can't resist a woman who looks alluring."
She complained, shoved her two friends aside, and stormed off.
Who doesn't like to look at pretty girls?
Fang Min muttered to himself, then suddenly remembered, "Hey, you haven't said where he's from yet."
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