Chapter 483 Boss Ying is just an ordinary person [2 updates]
Ji Yihang was still talking to Ji Li: "Xiao Li, I told you I can go by myself. You stay inside and keep your mother company."
“Dad, this is the ancient martial arts world.” Ji Li disagreed. “At least I know a little bit of fighting. What if something happens to you, a weak scholar? There are many guards on the second floor.”
Ji Yihang had no choice but to agree.
In reality, he was just going downstairs to get a map of the city of Justice.
The guards of the Ji family did not recognize Ji Yihang, nor did they specifically listen to the conversation between the two. They roughly knew that the father and daughter were probably outsiders invited by a certain family.
The Ji family can only be considered a medium-sized family in the ancient martial arts world. If you really want to rank them, they can't even get into the top 30.
Therefore, the Ji family only received one private room, unlike other families who received four or five.
The three great ancient martial arts families are even easier to choose from.
But Ji Yiyuan knew perfectly well who Ji Yihang was. He simply couldn't believe his eyes and exclaimed, "What are you doing here?!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Yihang was taken aback, turned his head, and his expression turned cold: "If you can be here, why can't I?"
Ji Li poked her head out from behind Ji Yihang: "We're here because you're such a fortune teller."
Ji Yihang recounted everything that Ji Yiyuan had told him back then.
Ji Li also wanted to ask—how did you know that their God of War could send out invitations?
"No!" Ji Yiyuan was frantic, his eyes bloodshot and red. "You shouldn't be here! How could you be here?!"
Even he could only sit below, so why should Ji Yihang get a private room?
Ji Yihang ignored him and pulled Ji Li, saying, "Xiao Li, let's go."
Ji Yiyuan tried to rush forward, but was stopped.
“I told you to show respect to the people in the private room.” The guard frowned. “They’re not going to argue with you, so stop wasting your breath. Do you want to keep the head of the family and the mistress waiting?”
These words startled Ji Yiyuan, and he had no choice but to follow the guards to another private room to pay his respects to the head of the Ji family.
"May I ask, Your Excellency?" After serving tea, Ji Yiyuan knelt down again, trembling, "Have you also sent someone to train Ji Yihang?"
He couldn't ask such a question, because that would be questioning the head of the family and challenging authority.
The Ji family is neither as peaceful as the Lin family, nor as low-key as the Yue family.
The Ji family's style is exactly the same as the ruthless Xie family. If it weren't for their lack of strength, they would definitely be even more ruthless than the Xie family.
The Xie family at least forbids its members from killing each other, but the Ji family can, without needing to issue a death match invitation beforehand.
But Ji Yiyuan was really unwilling to accept this. He really wanted to know how Ji Yihang got in and how he was able to get into the private room that the Ji family only had one of.
Sure enough, as soon as he asked this question, the Ji family head's expression immediately darkened.
A cold snort fell, and an imposing aura instantly arose.
Ji Yiyuan's body trembled uncontrollably, feeling as if his bones were about to break. He frantically begged for mercy: "Patriarch, spare me! Patriarch, spare me!"
"Forgive me for being so ignorant as to dare to make such remarks."
As Ji Yiyuan said this, he felt even more aggrieved.
As a modern person, every time he comes to the world of ancient martial arts, he has to learn a lot of ancient etiquette and refined language.
Fortunately, the head of the Ji family did not pursue the matter further, but simply waved his hand and said, "Take him out."
After the guard clasped his hands in a salute, he didn't give Ji Yiyuan a kind look this time and carried him out.
After the door to the private room closed, the butler spoke: "Master, this Ji Yihang is of the same generation as Ji Yiyuan, but his merits are not high, and his laboratory level in the branch family is only B."
"Oh." Upon hearing this, the Ji family head lost interest.
He has so many family members who need his care, so why should he bother with these other matters?
The steward clearly knew: "But Wen Fengmian is his brother. He just returned and has already entered the top fifty of the merit list."
Patriarch Ji asked with some doubt: "Wen Fengmian?"
“Yes, it’s the original Ji Fengmian,” the butler said. “He faked his death, escaped the Ji family, changed his surname, and is now back.”
"He dares to change his surname? Who gave him that right?" The head of the Ji family's eyes flashed with sternness. "Find a time to bring him to the ancient martial arts world under the guise of receiving him."
Outside the world of ancient martial arts, practitioners are hesitant to make a move, but things change once they enter.
The Ji family excels at making Wen Fengmian disappear without a trace.
No matter how powerful a defector is, the Ji family has no need for him.
The butler nodded in agreement.
**
On the right side of the second floor, right in the center of the private room, hangs a wooden plaque that reads "Qing Ping Le".
Ying Zijin lit the incense burner inside and placed it next to Wen Fengmian.
The incense in the incense burner was prepared using ancient medical techniques and has a calming effect; it is very effective.
“Dad, you’re the one looking at your ex-wife—” Ying Zijing paused, “…?”
It's unreasonable to call her an ex-wife.
In reality, Wen Fengmian and this woman were not married.
They were together in Qingshui County, where the local customs were backward. In the last century, when people in the county got married, they only needed to bow to heaven and earth in the presence of two families.
Without a civil affairs bureau, you don't even need to get a marriage certificate.
Wen Fengmian said calmly, "It's her. Her name is An Roujin."
So much time has passed, and he has now confirmed Wen Tinglan's thoughts.
Regardless, Ying Zijing is his daughter and Wen Tinglan's older sister.
Some things can be discussed openly.
"Back then, she saved my life." Wen Fengmian coughed. "When I escaped from the island, my body was severely damaged by the DEATH poisonous fog. I was able to leave successfully only after finding an abandoned fishing boat."
"After several moves, I went to Qingshui County. Although the conditions there were very poor, the air quality was acceptable. Although I left the Ji family, I still had my own assets, which totaled about three million."
"When I arrived in Qingshui County, I was very hungry. She gave me a bowl of porridge and said she would take care of me."
Ying Zijing pressed Wen Fengmian's hand, closed her eyes briefly, and a mist rose from the corners of her eyes as she looked back at the past: "But you don't know, she has actually been following you for a long time, and has always known that you are the genius of the Ji family, waiting for you to return."
An Roujin was not a member of the Ji family and was unaware of the Ji family's style.
All she knew was that the Ji family was powerful in the capital and held a significant position internationally.
Therefore, it was assumed that Wen Fengmian would receive many honors after returning.
“Yes, I can see that. The clothes she was wearing were not up to the standard of living of an ordinary person, but I didn’t want to go back to the Ji family at the time.” Wen Fengmian smiled, his gaze lingering. “Yaoyao, I’m not a saint. The experiment failed and caused so many innocent casualties. I was also deeply affected and was depressed for a few years.”
"At first I asked her to leave, but she wouldn't. Later—"
Wen Fengmian paused for a moment, then said without going into details, “After the children were born, I didn’t want them to suffer, so I gave them the money. Later… we had Yuyu.”
"You know the rest. Not long after she gave birth to Yuyu, she left with all the money."
He had no romantic feelings for An Roujin, only gratitude, and therefore didn't care about money.
But all the affection was exhausted when An Roujin turned against Wen Tinglan.
Ying Zijing propped herself up on her elbows and thought for a moment: "Dad, your own daughter?"
Wen Fengmian paused for a moment: "She didn't take the child away, she just went with him. I don't know why she didn't send the child back, but she showed me photos when she came back that time, and the child was doing very well."
Ying Zijing didn't ask any more questions, and said with unusual seriousness, "Dad, don't worry, Xiaolan and I will always be here, we won't leave."
“I was wrong too,” Wen Fengmian sighed softly. “I was really useless back then.”
“You said it yourself, you’re not a saint.” Ying Zijing lowered her eyes. “Things will get better in the future.”
She will protect her family.
**
On the other side.
An Roujin sat in the private room for half an hour, feeling bored, so she went downstairs for a walk.
On her way to the garden behind the restaurant, she met a young man.
The young man, who had been looking at his phone, put it away after seeing her and bowed to her, saying, "Greetings, Madam."
Seeing that even a martial arts practitioner was so respectful to her, An Roujin's vanity was successfully satisfied, and her pent-up frustration dissipated instantly.
She recognized the young man; he was a member of the Ji family.
An Roujin smiled and asked, "Tianhao, what are you looking at?"
“The auction was boring, so I downloaded a few variety shows before I came.” Ji Tianhao respectfully handed over his phone.
On the phone screen is the logo of "Youth 202".
It happened to be the second performance episode, where Ying Zijin was there to support Yun Heyue.
The light shone on the girl's face, revealing a breathtaking beauty.
An Roujin's smile froze instantly.
"You also think she's very beautiful, right?" Ji Tianhao noticed the change in An Roujin's expression. "I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful person outside."
One reason why most ancient martial arts practitioners look down on the outside world is that the feng shui of the ancient martial arts world nurtures people, and both men and women have extremely good looks, far beyond what ordinary people can compare to.
"She's quite pretty." An Roujin snapped out of her reverie. "You've taken a liking to her?"
Ji Tianhao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Madam?"
An Roujin covered her lips with a handkerchief and coughed twice: "If you like her, then take the initiative. She's just an ordinary person, and you're a martial arts practitioner. Using other methods isn't a big deal."
She knew exactly what Wen Fengmian cared about more than a decade ago.
Destroying one more is no big deal.
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