Chapter 166 The Disguise is About to Be Exposed, the Jiang Family Calls Off the Engagement [2 Updates]
"..."
The person on the other end of the phone was caught off guard by this remark and fell silent for a moment.
Fu Yunshen wasn't in a hurry. He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window.
The sunlight was intense, as if it spanned many years.
After a very long silence, sound finally came from the phone.
"Theoretically speaking, it's possible, but the probability is zero," the other person said. "The world isn't what we see; there are indeed supernatural aspects to it."
Fu Yunshen gave a faint "hmm".
The other person continued, "Otherwise, there would be no alchemy, ancient medicine, or ancient martial arts. The end of science is theology, and even now, we still cannot answer all the mysteries of life."
“So—” Fu Yunshen looked thoughtfully at the post that had already received thousands of replies, “it does exist.”
"I said the possibility is zero. No matter how supernatural it is, we still need to be scientific."
Fu Yunshen looked languid, scrolling through the posts with his mouse, then scrolling to the bottom.
[1241st floor]: It's no wonder the original poster thinks that way. The sheet music for "Song of Florence" is practically nonexistent. If it wasn't Vera Hall herself, how would she know it?
Fu Yunshen's eyes flickered slightly.
yes.
He had been thinking about it for a long time ever since he heard Ying Zijin play "Holy War".
But everything needs evidence; his guesses were useless.
But you can't just ask the person directly about something like that.
Fu Yunshen pondered for a moment before preparing to post.
At this moment, a new post appeared.
This post was automatically highlighted in red, but it wasn't pinned.
All users with an account level of SS or higher have this privilege.
[@OnlyLoveMoney: Get out of here, get out of here! What do you mean by resurrection? That's utter nonsense. You say you don't have the sheet music? Sorry, we just sold it a while ago. Someone in China bought it too. You can ask some people on the forum; they bought it as well.]
Unless you're a new user, there's no user in the hidden section who doesn't recognize this ID.
This is the ID of the person in charge of the Laurent family.
Of course, this post was not made by the person in power.
After all, this person in power is only interested in money; he leaves everything else to his subordinates.
When an SS-level user posts, NOK's system will also alert all other users.
The forum immediately crashed.
[1st Floor]: Holy crap, a pro has appeared.
[2nd Floor]: Huh? The Laurent family has sheet music?
...
[77th Floor]: Is it strange that the Laurent family has musical scores? Vera Hall was an artistic giant patronized by the Laurent family's ancestors.
[78th floor]: ...I forgot who told me that the piano piece "Song of Florence" was written by Vera Hall specifically for the Laurent family.
[79th floor]: I see. That makes no wonder. It just shows that the Chinese performer is a genius.
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[109th floor]: Damn, as expected of your Laurent family, you can even sell this for money?
[110th floor]: You sold someone else's sheet music. I'm really afraid Vera will jump out of the ground and beat you to death.
The young servant who posted the message secretly wiped a bead of sweat from his brow upon seeing the reply.
If we don't say it this way, how can we cover it up?
That's how they'll get beaten to death.
The young servant breathed a sigh of relief as he logged out of the account.
I've finally finished what was asked in the letter and can now report back to my master.
Those people guessed correctly; it really was Vera Hall.
Unfortunately, this kind of thing can never be known to the outside world.
**
noon.
Jiang Moyuan hadn't finished his work when he received a call from the Jiang family's old residence.
It was an invitation from Old Madam Jiang.
Since Mr. Jiang passed away, Mrs. Jiang has moved into the Buddhist hall.
He devoted himself to vegetarianism and Buddhist practices, and rarely saw anyone else.
This was the first time in several years that Madam Jiang had called him.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Madam Jiang's tone was very unpleasant, but she didn't say anything on the phone, only telling him to come over immediately.
"Tell the others I have something to do, and the afternoon meeting will be postponed." Jiang Moyuan glanced at his watch and called his secretary over. "Be careful with that order."
The secretary nodded hurriedly, paused, and then whispered, "Third Master, Miss Lu Wei has been waiting for you outside for a long time."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Moyuan stopped pushing the door open.
The secretary lowered her head, unsure of what to say.
Yesterday's events were truly unexpected.
No one expected that an adopted daughter from the countryside would have a piano skill level that rivals that of top pianists.
Ying Luwei became a complete joke.
Not to mention the uproar online, where everything she had ever done was dug up.
On the surface, life seems peaceful and serene, but inside, they are extremely wicked.
She is not worthy of Jiang Moyuan at all.
"I understand." Jiang Moyuan said expressionlessly and walked out.
Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. When she saw the man come out, she wiped away her tears, rushed over and hugged him, her voice trembling with sobs: "Mo Yuan!"
The secretary who followed him out frowned.
In the past, this wouldn't have been a problem.
But now that Ying Luwei's reputation is so bad, and her proud piano skills are just a marketing ploy, how can she still have the nerve to stick to their Third Master?
The secretary spoke up unhappily, "Miss Luvia, you—"
The rest of the sentence was not said.
Jiang Moyuan showed no pity as he pushed Ying Luwei away and pulled his arm out of her embrace.
Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up. Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment, then looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling: "...Mo Yuan?"
“We’re not officially engaged yet, just in a formal engagement.” Jiang Moyuan’s gaze was devoid of its usual warmth, replaced by cold indifference. “The company is a public place, so please be mindful.”
After saying that, Jiang Moyuan didn't even look at Ying Luwei's expression. He took the suit jacket from the secretary and strode away.
The secretary escorted Jiang Moyuan to the door, then turned back to Ying Luwei with an apologetic smile: "Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family will not."
His polite yet contemptuous tone was no different from when he spoke to Ying Zijing before.
Ying Luwei's face turned deathly pale instantly: "What...what do you mean?"
The secretary didn't say anything more and had someone escort Ying Luwei out.
**
When Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist hall, Old Madam Jiang was kneeling on a prayer mat with her back to him, worshipping Buddha.
A few minutes later, Madam Jiang slowly stood up: "Moyuan, there's something I think you should know."
Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's wrong?"
With a cold expression, Madam Jiang threw a letter in front of him: "Someone delivered this to the Buddhist hall early this morning. Take a look for yourself."
Jiang Moyuan took the envelope and spent a full ten minutes reading what was inside.
His body suddenly tensed up, and for the first time, he felt stiff.
How could such a thing be possible...?
"The Jiang family doesn't need a morally corrupt matriarch like this." Old Madam Jiang sat down and took a sip of tea. "I was never satisfied with her to begin with. There are so many socialites in Shanghai, couldn't we find someone who isn't sick?"
She sighed, "But I can't stop you from liking her. If you insist on continuing to like her, then—"
"This matter is up to Mom to decide," Jiang Moyuan interrupted Old Madam Jiang. "I will listen to Mom in everything."
"Alright, alright." Madam Jiang finally smiled. "After all, this engagement was arranged by your father. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to back out in person. I'll help you."
Jiang Moyuan pursed his thin lips slightly.
For some reason, he felt a sense of relief.
"I'll visit the Ying family another day," said Madam Jiang. "Although I don't know who sent the letter, they must know about it by now."
"In this matter, the Ying family is also a victim. Poor Xiao Xuan, such a thing actually happened to her."
Old Madam Jiang had met many people, but she had never seen anyone as vicious as Ying Luwei from such a young age.
Jiang Moyuan's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
He knew about the truth about the real and fake heiress of the Ying family, and he also knew that the one Ying Luwei stole and threw away was Ying Zijin.
That's why he felt inexplicably angry and regretful just now.
However, the Ying family did not intend to make this public, so there was no need for him to tell Old Madam Jiang.
**
After school in the afternoon, a group of students from Class 19 went to attend Ying Zijin's victory celebration banquet.
When they arrived at the hotel they had booked, they were all shocked.
I thought it was just an ordinary luxury restaurant, but I never expected it to be Han Court.
There were at least eighty people attending the celebration banquet today, which is equivalent to the number of guests Han Pavilion hosts in a month.
The younger brother was very excited. He lowered his voice and asked, "Father Ying, are you having an affair with the owner of Han Pavilion?"
Even the powerful families in the capital ignored Han Pavilion. If the host hadn't spoken up, they wouldn't have come without a reservation.
Ying Zijing paused, glanced thoughtfully at the man talking to the waiter, and said unhurriedly, "It's not as bad as a one-legged affair."
The younger brother looked bewildered: "Huh?"
"At most one hand."
"..."
The younger brother scratched his head, deciding to give up on thinking about it: "Whatever, I'm not the one bleeding today, I'm going to eat my fill."
He swaggered in and jumped up and down happily.
"Tsk, although I don't have much of a appetite, Han Ge is indeed a top-notch restaurant." Xiu Yu put his hand on Ying Zijin's shoulder. "But since you love to eat so much, shouldn't you find someone who can cook in the future?"
Ying Zijing glanced at her and shoved her hand away.
"..." Xiu Yu shifted her gaze to Weibo, and as she looked, she suddenly shouted, "Quick, look at Weibo! Ying Luwei! Something's happened to her again!"
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I recommend the novel "Boyfriend's Malice Value Reading" by Cirrus White Rabbit.
Just as Song Xiwu had dealt with the scumbag boyfriend and bitch and was about to get promoted and receive a raise, reaching the pinnacle of her life, her joy turned to sorrow, and she was suddenly dragged into the deadly world of the examination hall.
The system wants her to remove her husband's malicious value!
Song Xiwu: "..."
He just became single again and then immediately gave her a husband?
At their first meeting, the man was so handsome he seemed like a god, gazing at her with tenderness and deep affection: "Xixi, nothing is more important than you."
[Ding~ Attention student, your partner's level of malice towards you is 88%, they absolutely loathe you!]
Song Xiwu: "..."
Ah, I can't afford to love it!
(End of this chapter)
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