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.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
