Jiang Manting bit her lip and slid a bank card across the table toward Jiang Shuqin.
"Ms. Jiang, there are five hundred million in this card. If you’re willing to return to Grandfather’s side and spend time with him, all the money in this account will be yours," Jiang Manting said.
Five hundred million!
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes widened in shock—that was an unimaginable sum!
In the over twenty years she had been married to Lin Chang, she hadn’t spent even half that amount.
And yet, Jiang Manting had casually pulled out five hundred million as if it were nothing. Had the Jiang Family grown to such heights?
Ever since she had made sure Lin Chang could no longer father children—and left him impotent—he now only gave her a little over two hundred thousand a month. She didn’t dare spend too much when shopping, and the high-society women had gradually distanced themselves from her.
With five hundred million, she could buy whatever she wanted.
Jiang Shuqin was sorely tempted to take the card. But the moment she remembered the day her biological father had cut ties with her, she forced herself to pull her hand back.
No.
She absolutely could not accept this money.
If she took it, the Jiang Family would surely mock her behind her back.
Besides, she wanted nothing more to do with them!
No matter how much she longed for the money, Jiang Shuqin reluctantly tore her gaze away from the card.
"Your grandfather’s affairs are your own problem. Don’t come looking for me again. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me," Jiang Shuqin said coldly before grabbing her purse and walking away.
She wouldn’t willingly return to Jiang Liangjun’s side—not even if he knelt before her, begging for forgiveness and saying he regretted disowning her.
Jiang Manting watched Jiang Shuqin leave, her brows tightly furrowed.
It seemed Jiang Shuqin was dead set on refusing to see Grandfather. What was she supposed to do now?
Would she have to listen to Grandfather endlessly pining for her aunt every day?
Dejected, Jiang Manting returned to the Jiang Family.
Jiang Yutong had just arrived as well and immediately asked, "Well? Did Aunt agree to come?"
"No," Jiang Manting shook her head. "She said she’s already severed ties with the Jiang Family. I offered her five hundred million, and she still refused."
Jiang Yutong frowned deeply. "Grandfather is her own father. How can she be so heartless?"
Jiang Manting remained silent.
Jiang Yutong sighed. "I guess we’ll have to think of another way."
Jiang Manting’s frown deepened.
Another way?
But this was Grandfather’s psychological issue—was there really another solution?
Jiang Shuqin returned to the Lin Family.
She scoffed. "When they had no use for me, they never reached out. Now that he’s sick and I’m suddenly useful, they remember me."
"Hah. Since when does the world work that way?"
Lin Li happened to be in the living room and overheard her muttering. Curious, he asked, "Mom, what’s going on?"
Jiang Shuqin smirked. "Oh, just my so-called ‘family’—the ones who disowned me. They came crawling back, begging me to do them a favor."
Lin Li was stunned. "Mom, you still have family?"
Jiang Shuqin had never mentioned her parents before. He had always assumed they were long dead.
"That’s right," Jiang Shuqin said coldly. "But they don’t count as family anymore. I don’t have a father or brothers like them."
"Mom, who exactly are your father and brothers?" Lin Li asked.
Truthfully, Lin Li didn’t care about Jiang Shuqin’s family background. She was domineering and often acted like a shrew—her upbringing must have been poor, meaning her father and brothers were likely penniless nobodies.
They weren’t worth his attention.
He only asked to maintain the illusion that he cared.
"The Jiang Family," Jiang Shuqin said icily.
The Jiang Family?
Lin Li’s first thought was of Jiang Corporation. Though not among the top three wealthiest families in Xia Country, their political influence surpassed all others.
But there was no way Jiang Shuqin’s parents could be part of that Jiang Family.
Someone like her could never be the heiress of Jiang Corporation.
Jiang Shuqin continued bitterly, "Back then, I only took two hundred million to help Lin Chang grow his business. I was their daughter—was it wrong to take some money? And over something so trivial, they cut me off. Hah! Did they really think they could just dangle a carrot in front of me and I’d come running back?"
Never.
She would never return to the Jiang Family.
Even if they groveled at her feet, she wouldn’t go back.
Two hundred million?!
Lin Li’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
They could just casually hand over that kind of money? How wealthy were Jiang Shuqin’s relatives?
Even Lin Chang couldn’t produce that much in one go—and this was over twenty years ago!
Could it be… that Jiang Shuqin’s Jiang Family really was Jiang Corporation?
"Mom, which Jiang Family are you talking about?" Lin Li couldn’t help but press.
Jiang Shuqin: "Jiang Corporation."
His suspicions confirmed, Lin Li’s eyes widened in shock.
It really was the illustrious Jiang Corporation!
"Mom, why did they come to you?" Lin Li asked.
"It’s about Jiang Liangjun—my dear father. He’s suffering from dementia now. My brother’s daughter came to beg me to spend time with him, hoping it would help him recover," Jiang Shuqin replied.
"Mom," Lin Li urged, "maybe you should do as she says and visit him? After all, he is your father."
If Jiang Shuqin returned to the Jiang Family, he, as her son, would benefit from their connections.
Hah. Lin Xuan was nothing but Su Hua’s plaything. If he became a Jiang Family young master, Lin Xuan wouldn’t dare act so smug in front of him anymore.
"Absolutely not!"
The moment Lin Li spoke, Jiang Shuqin shut him down coldly. "I’ve already cut ties with them. I will never set foot in the Jiang Family again!"
Lin Li frowned.
Jiang Shuqin’s reaction was extreme. It seemed she was truly unwilling to reconcile.
If he pushed any further, he might only provoke her anger.
"Mom," he soothed, "if you don’t want to go, then don’t. Forget about the Jiang Family."
"Mom, you must be hungry. I cooked your favorite dishes myself—I even had a professional chef teach me. Try them."
"Alright." The coldness in Jiang Shuqin’s expression melted away. "Let me taste what my dear Li’er has made."
As she looked at Lin Li, her face softened with maternal warmth.
With a son and daughters as filial as hers, she didn’t need the Jiang Family to live well.
Hah.
So what if the Jiang Family had money and power now? Jiang Shuqin would never go back.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
