The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 338: 326 Humiliate Scum, Jiang Moyuan You’re Worthy? [3 More]_2

Nie Chao really wanted to see what Fu Yunshen looked like when he got emotional, and even more so, he wanted to see this man go crazy and lose control.

He had developed this little bit of morbid curiosity recently.

A few minutes later, he received a leisurely reply.

“I’m relieved, that’s her son.”

“???”

Nie Chao ran his hand through his hair, feeling more and more that the decade-long romance he had pursued was a waste.

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How could he, an elite who had been aware of love since elementary school, be any less comprehending of young love than an ascetic monk of twenty-three years?

**

Ying Family ancestral home.

Ye Suhe finished receiving the report.

“Jiang Ran?” She twisted her eyebrows, set down her teacup, and said indifferently, “I actually forgot about this kid.”

She had never taken Jiang Huaping seriously.

Jiang Huaping had married well, having moved to the capital.

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However, the previous Old Madam Jiang had kept things too secretive, and Jiang Ran still took his mother’s surname, which left Ye Suhe unaware of Jiang Huaping’s in-laws’ family name to this day.

She had specifically checked the major and medium-sized clans in the capital, and none of them were marriage partners with Jiang Huaping.

This proved that it was one of the smaller families, on the same level as the Jiang Family.

Ye Suhe estimated that it might even be inferior to the Jiang Family.

Major clans really value bloodlines, so how could they allow a son to take his mother’s surname?

But because she had to consider the old shareholders of the Jiang Corporation, she had never done anything to Jiang Huaping.

“What a pity, Madam Ying,” said Ye Suhe as she stood up and wrapped herself in her overcoat. “We couldn’t bring the person over today, but this marriage is definitely going to be settled.”

Jiang Moyuan hadn’t asked her for anything over the years. This one request of his, of course, she intended to fulfill.

Ying Zijin was not of legal age to marry, but that’s only within Hua Country. In other places, one could marry at sixteen.

She had plenty of ways to make it happen.

After Zhong Manhua saw Ye Suhe off, her face turned cold: “I think the Jiang Family has really gone mad. If this engagement really happens, I don’t know what the outside world would say.”

The fiancé of a young aunt marries her niece instead?

What would outsiders think?

“Madam, I think this might be a good thing.” The butler considered his words, “Now that Miss Luwei is gone and we’ve been at loggerheads with the Jiang Family, their willingness to propose marriage is a sign they must still offer greater benefits to the Ying Family. According to what Old Madam Jiang said, it was Third Master Jiang’s own wish, so surely it will bring more advantage to our Ying Family.”

Zhong Manhua furrowed her brows: “Let the Jiang Family handle this themselves, we shouldn’t get involved in this mess.”

Ye Suhe had calculated her moves well; Zhong Manhua wouldn’t fall for it.

**

In the evening, Ying Tianlv returned to the Ying Family to retrieve something.

He would only come back if absolutely necessary, no longer frequenting his family home.

Having come down from the study, Ying Tianlv didn’t want to stay a second longer and prepared to leave.

However, as he passed the kitchen, he overheard a conversation.

The voices were not at all concealed, and he could hear them clearly.

In the kitchen, it was the butler and two servants.

“I tell you, marrying into the Jiang Family would be the fortune of eight lifetimes that the Second Miss could never cultivate,” chuckled the butler. “A country girl like her really doesn’t deserve to be the Matriarch of the House. She even dares to be unwilling.”

“She’s still putting on airs as if she’s some Young Lady. If it weren’t for Third Master Jiang taking her back, she would have to spend her life in that poor county. If the Second Miss had any merit, wouldn’t her parents care for her? It’s all because she’s useless.”

Having said that, the butler laughed, left the kitchen, and turned around, only to face the icy expression of Ying Tianlv.

His hand shook in fear, nearly spilling the cup: “El… Eldest Young Master…”

It had been a long time since the Eldest Young Master had been back. Why today…

“Eldest Young Master?” Ying Tianlv’s gaze was ice-cold, “Do you even remember you’re a servant? Hmm?”

The butler, realizing Ying Tianlv had heard his earlier comments, showed no sign of fear.

This wasn’t his first time speaking this way; he had grown used to it, and Zhong Manhua hadn’t said anything.

Immediately adopting a respectful demeanor, the butler said: “Eldest Young Master, Madam is outside. Please take a seat on the sofa and wait.”

Ying Tianlv sneered: “Is this how you usually talk out of line? A servant like you, do you even consider if you’re worthy?”

The butler’s hand shook again, taken aback.

Although Ying Tianlv didn’t address him as uncle, he always treated him with the respect due to an elder, and he had never been spoken to in such a manner before.

“Stop packing. You’ve been eating, wearing, and using what belongs to the Ying Family,” said Ying Tianlv indifferently. “Leave your clothes and shoes behind, and get out now. An insubordinate servant like you is not needed in the Ying Family.”

The butler’s mind buzzed, utterly shocked that Ying Tianlv would dismiss him on the spot: “Eldest Young Master, you’re… you’re joking, right?”

Ying Tianlv was unmoved: “Leave it all, get out. Also, check what he has embezzled over the years.”

The latter remark was aimed at another servant.

Now truly panicked, the butler fell to his knees: “Eldest Young Master, please don’t drive me away. I know I was wrong, I really do. I should never have spoken ill of the Second Miss.”

He raised his hand and slapped his own face fiercely, trembling: “Eldest Young Master, please give me another chance. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

Ying Tianlv lost patience. He stepped forward, not caring that the butler was nearly fifty years old, and grabbed him by the collar.

The butler went pale, sweat breaking out on his forehead, his breathing tight: “Eldest Young Master!”

“Brother?”

From behind came the surprised voice of Ying Yuexuan.

The butler sighed in relief, as if he’d seen a savior: “Young Miss, please persuade the Eldest Young Master. I only said a few words, and he wants to dismiss me.”

He had watched Ying Yuexuan grow up, and they had a good relationship.

Ying Yuexuan called him uncle, and she would bring him gifts wherever she went.

As long as she intervened, he would surely be able to stay.

Could the position of the Second Miss in Ying Tianlv’s heart surpass that of the Young Miss?