But when he looked a second time, the figure had disappeared.
There is a constant stream of vehicles coming and going on the road.
It was as if what happened just now was just an illusion.
Jiang Moyuan's eyes darkened.
He didn't think he was mistaken, but if it was really that person, why did he come to Shanghai?
Jiang Moyuan put out his cigarette, feeling troubled and even more irritable.
There was a knock on the office door at this time.
Jiang Moyuan came back to his senses, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and sat back in his seat: "Come in."
"Third Master." The secretary came over cautiously, "Miss Huaping is downstairs, please come down."
Jiang Huaping?
Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised to hear this name.
Although Jiang Huaping is his second sister, because Jiang Huaping went to the imperial capital very early, they are not familiar with each other and have no intersection.
What's more, they have the same father but different mothers.
Mr. Jiang had three wives in total. His first wife died not long after she married into the Jiang family. Jiang Huaping was born to Mr. Jiang’s second wife.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Although he didn't know why Jiang Huaping came, he went down anyway.
Next to the first floor of the Jiang Group Building, there is an open-air cafe where employees can drink coffee and have snacks for free during their breaks.
Jiang Huaping was sitting at the very outside.
She was wearing a celadon-colored cheongsam with a light green bracelet on her fair wrist, and her posture was quiet and elegant.
It was as if a curtain of misty rain was pouring down from the south of the Yangtze River, and the sound of rain was cold.
Jiang Moyuan sat down opposite her, crossed his legs, and asked in a distant tone, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Huaping put down her teacup, not caring about his attitude, and went straight to the point: "I heard that you brought the little girl Ying Zijin from Qingshui County to Shanghai?"
Jiang Moyuan's expression changed, a little cold: "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing, I just want to let you know that I like this little girl very much." Jiang Huaping raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "I am planning to adopt her as my goddaughter, and I can't bear to see her being wronged. If you bully her again, don't blame me for being rude."
The previous Madam Jiang was from Jiangnan, so Jiang Huaping also spoke in the soft Wu dialect, but she still had the murderous aura of Grandpa Jiang when he was young.
Gentle yet ruthless.
Jiang Moyuan's expression suddenly changed. After a while, he sneered, "I bullied her?"
He loosened his tie and said indifferently, "You have only been back in Shanghai for a few days. Don't take it as the truth. I don't want to argue with you. Lu Wei has always been the one who was bullied and wronged."
"She was taken to the Ying family as soon as she arrived. Was she wronged?"
Jiang Huaping smiled and said, "As long as you are happy, it's not your fault that you were born blind."
Jiang Moyuan's face became even colder. He didn't want to say another word and turned away.
Jiang Huaping was not angry. She seemed to be thinking about something and said to herself, "Fortunately, she is not my mother. Otherwise, I would doubt my IQ."
If it weren't for the online violence in the past few days, she wouldn't have been so idle as to come to Jiang Moyuan.
After all, she didn't have a good impression of Jiang Moyuan and his mother.
Mr. Jiang also passed away early, and she had even less feelings for the Jiang family.
Jiang Huaping poured another cup of tea and continued reading a fashion magazine.
——
Qingzhi Middle School was very efficient and the notice of Ying Feifei's expulsion came down quickly.
In order to make students learn from it, the principal posted it on the campus bulletin board and asked every class to read it.
Xiu Yu walked into the class with a stack of registration forms and threw them onto the podium: "The Art Festival is coming soon. See if you are interested in signing up. If not, sell it to the junk collector and buy a bag of potato chips for our father Ying."
As one of the top three schools in the country, Qingzhi Middle School pays great attention to the all-round development of students' qualities.
Even art festivals are held in a grand manner, with famous artists in the industry invited and large bonuses given to winning students.
For students who are talented in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music, dance, etc., the Art Festival is an opportunity that cannot be missed.
However, most of the students in Class 19 have no interest in this and will not participate in the choir competition.
Because the situation of Class 19 was too special, the principal couldn't say anything.
Ying Zijin was leaning back in a chair, resting with his eyes closed.
Xiu Yu came over and said, "Dad Ying, are you participating in the competitions at the art festival?"
Ying Zijin yawned sleepily: "No."
She went to Shaoren Hospital again yesterday and helped with a few cases.
It wasn't tricky for her, but it was tiring.
Her body is still too weak at the moment. Having had blood drawn so many times in a year, it is difficult to recover overnight.
As a result, she was very sleepy during this period of time.
If the ability of divination is used too many times, the body will be damaged.
Fortunately, it is the 21st century now, and there are not as many disasters as in ancient Europe.
"It's right not to go." Xiu Yu nodded and said, "It's just like this calligraphy competition, the first place only gets 100,000 yuan, isn't this just a waste..."
Before she could finish her words, a registration form in her hand was taken away.
The girl opened her eyes, her eyelashes still stained with mist, and her voice was low and hazy.
"Yes, I will go."
Xiu Yu: “…”
She was incredulous: "No way, father Ying, are you so short of money?"
"We're in need of a vacancy." Ying Zijin picked up the pen and began to fill out the application form.
She had too many things to buy. Just one rare medicinal herb cost over 10 million yuan, but there was still no demand for it.
You can earn 100,000 yuan just by writing a word, which is easier than treating an illness.
Don’t miss it.
Xiu Yu scratched his head: "Father Ying, what do you want to report?"
She came closer out of curiosity and saw that all the items on the registration form were checked except for the events that required physical presence, such as dancing and singing.
Xiu Yu: “…”
Damn, is this still a human being?
She found that she might have underestimated their father Ying's strength.
Xiu Yu lowered his gaze and said, "Father Ying, you know how to paint?"
Oil painting is a type of Western painting that originated in Europe and was later introduced to China.
In order to cultivate their sentiments, most wealthy and famous ladies learn Chinese painting.
There are very few people who can paint in oil.
"Yeah." Ying Zijin said casually, "I learned it from Qinuo before."
Hearing this name, Xiu Yu was silent for a while, and then she said sincerely: "Dad, you are so humorous."
She doesn't like studying, but she is quite interested in art and knows a lot of famous people in history.
Kino Feng was an artist in ancient Europe. He was very famous and left behind many paintings.
His style is unique and no one has imitated it yet.
But he has been dead for hundreds of years and his bones have turned to ashes.
Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows and shook his head regretfully.
These days, no one believes the truth.
"Okay." Ying Zijin signed his name.
She calculated that she could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars with just a little effort, so she developed a strong liking for Qingzhi.
A very generous school.
very nice.
Xiu Yu sighed quietly: "Father Ying, tell me honestly, is there anything in this world that you can't do?"
"Hmm?" Ying Zijin looked up and said lazily, "That's quite a lot."
"for example?"
Ying Zijin nodded: "For example, I don't know how to make delicious cookies."
“…”
Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for him.
He has to compare himself with this pervert, Ying's father. No wonder he became autistic.
Comparing yourself with others will only make you angry.
Xiu Yu collected the registration form and handed it to the Art Group office.
——
Ying Luwei was sitting in a milk tea shop outside the Qingzhi school gate, feeling anxious.
Today is March 15th, and the trial will be the day after tomorrow.
Although she has perfectly cleared herself, isn't Ying Zijin suing her fans tantamount to slapping her in the face?
How would her friends view her?
Moreover, several parents of underage fans accused her of maliciously instigating the fans and threatened to sue her, but she settled the matter with money.
Ying Luwei frowned, feeling very unhappy.
She always felt that something was wrong since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time.
Could it be that she pushed too hard, causing Ying Zijin, such a quiet and introverted person, to explode?
But she had to force it, because the longer the night, the more trouble she would have, and she was always afraid that something might happen.
"Mom, what should we do?" Ying Luwei pursed her lips. "Xiao Jin refuses to withdraw the lawsuit, and we can't get through to anyone. If the court really goes to trial, the Ying family's reputation in Shanghai will be..."
Like Zhong Manhua, what Old Madam Ying cares most about is face.
For the sake of face, other unimportant things can be sacrificed.
Hearing this, Madam Ying's face darkened: "Wei'er, don't worry, this matter will never go to court."
"But..." Ying Luwei hesitated, feeling embarrassed, "We can't even see Xiaojin."
She really didn't expect that Ying Zijin would have the courage to move out of the Ying family without taking anything.
How can I survive if I leave the Ying family, without money and power?
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