However, when he took a second look, the figure had already disappeared.
There was an endless stream of cars on the road.
It was as if it was just an illusion.
Jiang Moyuan's eyes darkened.
He didn't think that he was wrong, but if it was really that person, why did he come to Hu City?
Jiang Moyuan extinguished the cigarette, his mind heavy, and he became even more irritated.
At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.
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 carefully walked over, "Miss Huapin is downstairs, please go down."
Jiang Huapin?
Hearing this name, Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised.
Although Jiang Huapin was his second sister, because Jiang Huapin had gone to the capital a long time ago, they were not familiar with each other and did not have any interactions.
Moreover, the two of them had the same father but different mothers.
Old Master Jiang had a total of three wives. His first wife had passed away not long after she married into the Jiang family, and Jiang Huapin was born to Old Master Jiang's second wife.
Jiang Moyuan frowned.
Although he didn't know why Jiang Huapin was here, he still went down.
Beside the first floor of the Jiang Group Building, there was an open-air cafe where employees could drink coffee and eat snacks for free during their breaks.
Jiang Huapin was sitting at the outermost area.
She was dressed in a celadon cheongsam with a light green bracelet on her fair wrist. Her posture was quiet and elegant.
It was as if a curtain of misty rain had poured down from Jiangnan.
Jiang Moyuan sat down opposite her, crossed his long legs, and said in a distant tone, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Huapin put down his teacup, not caring about his attitude, he went straight to the point: "I heard that you brought that little girl Ying Zijin from Qingshui County to Hu City?"
Jiang Moyuan's expression changed, and was a little cold: "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to inform you that I like this little girl very much." Jiang Huapin raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, "I was planning to take her in as my goddaughter, and I can't bear to see her suffer. If you bully her again, don't blame me for being impolite."
The previous Old Madam Jiang was from Jiangnan, so Jiang Huapin also spoke in a soft voice. However, in her bones, she still had the murderous aura of Old Master Jiang when he was young.
Soft and ruthless.
Jiang Moyuan's expression changed. After a while, he sneered, "I bullied her?"
He loosens his bow tie and looks indifferent. "You just came back to Hu City a few days ago. Don't listen to what you say. I don't want to argue with you. The one who is bullied and wronged has always been Lu Wei."
"She was taken to Family Ying as soon as she arrived. Did she suffer?"
Jiang Huapin laughed, "It's good that you're happy. After all, it's not your fault that you were born blind."
Jiang Moyuan's expression turned even colder. He didn't want to say another word and turned to leave.
Jiang Huapin was not angry. He seemed to be deep in thought as he muttered to himself, "Fortunately, we are not the same mother. Otherwise, I would have doubted my intelligence."
If it hadn't been for the online violence, she wouldn't have been so bored as to look for Jiang Moyuan.
After all, she didn't have a good impression of Jiang Moyuan and his mother.
Old Master Jiang had also passed away early, so she had no feelings for the Jiang family.
Jiang Huapin poured another cup of tea and continued to read the fashion magazine.
**
Qing Zhi High School was very efficient, and the notice of Ying Feifei's expulsion was quickly sent out.
In order to give the students a warning, the principal specially posted it on the school bulletin board and asked every class to watch it.
Xiu Yu walked into the class with a stack of registration forms, and casually threw it on the podium: "The art festival is coming soon, see if you guys are interested in signing up, if not, sell it to the trash collector, and then buy a bag of potato chips for our Papa YIng."
As one of the top three schools in the country, Qing Zhi High School paid great attention to the all-round development of students.
Even if it was an art festival, it would be held on a large scale. It would also invite famous artists in the industry and give large bonuses to the students who won the prizes.
For students with talent in painting, calligraphy, carving, music, dance, etc., the art festival was an opportunity that could not be missed.
However, most of the students in Class 19 were not interested in this and would not participate in the choir competition.
Because the situation in Class 19 was too special, the principal couldn't say anything.
Ying Zijin was leaning against the chair and resting with her eyes closed.
Xiu Yu walked over: "Papa YIng, are you participating in the competition of the art festival?"
Ying Zijin yawned sleepily. "I'm not going."
Yesterday, she went to Shaoren Hospital again and helped to look at a few cases.
It was not difficult for her, but it was quite tiring.
Her body was still too weak at the moment. She had to draw blood so many times in a year, and it was not something that could be made up overnight.
Therefore, during this period of time, she was very sleepy.
If she used her divination ability too many times, her body would be damaged.
Fortunately, it was the 21st century now, and there were not as many disasters as in the ancient Continent O.
"You're right not to go." Xiu Yu nodded and clicked her tongue: "Take this calligraphy competition for example, the first place is only 100,000 yuan, isn't this just to send …"
Before she could finish speaking, one of the registration forms in her hand was taken away.
The girl opened her eyes, and her eyelashes were still wet. Her voice was low and hazy.
"Okay, I'll go."
Xiu Yu: "…"
She was in disbelief: "No way, Papa YIng, are you that short of money?"
"Yes, I am." Ying Zijin picked up a pen and began to fill in the registration form.
There were too many things that she wanted to buy. Just a rare medicinal herb cost more than ten million yuan, and there was no market for it.
She could earn 100,000 yuan just by writing a word, and it was easier than treating a disease.
It would be a waste if she did not want it.
Xiu Yu scratched her head: "Papa YIng, what do you want to sign up for?"
She came over curiously and saw that other than dancing, singing, and other competitions that required one to show up, all the registration forms had been ticked.
Xiu Yu: "…"
Damn, is he still human?
She realized that she might have underestimated Papa YIng's ability.
Xiu Yu looked down: "Papa YIng, you even know oil painting?"
Oil painting was a type of Western painting. It originated from Continent O and was later introduced to Hua.
In order to cultivate their temperament, most of the rich and famous ladies learned Chinese painting.
Those who knew oil painting were few and far between.
"Yes," Ying Zijin said casually. "I learned from Chino in the past."
Hearing this name, Xiu Yu was silent for a while. After a while, she said sincerely: "Dad, you're so humorous."
She did not like to study, but she was interested in art. She knew many famous people in history.
Chino Feng was an artist during the ancient Continent O period. He was very famous and left behind many paintings.
His style was very unique, and no one could imitate him.
However, he had been dead for hundreds of years, and his bones had turned to ashes.
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows and shook her head regretfully.
These days, no one would believe the truth.
"It's done." Ying Zijin signed her name.
She calculated that she could earn hundreds of thousands just by doing some work, so she had a good impression of Qing Zhi.
It was a very generous school.
How nice.
Xiu Yu sighed faintly. "Papa YIng, tell me honestly, is there anything in this world that you can't do?"
"Yes?" 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 biscuits."
"…"
Xiu Yu looked at Jiang Ran, who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic for him.
Why did he have to compare himself to Papa YIng? No wonder he became autistic.
Comparisons were odious.
Xiu Yu kept the registration form and handed it to the art team's office.
**
Ying Luwei sat in a milk tea shop outside Qing Zhi's school gate, feeling anxious.
Today was March 15th, and the court hearing was the day after tomorrow.
Although she had perfectly cleared her name, if Ying Zijin sued her fans, wouldn't it be a slap to her face?
What would her friends think of her?
Moreover, a few parents of underage fans accused her of maliciously instigating fans and said that they wanted to sue her, but she forced them to settle it with money.
Ying Luwei frowned and felt very unhappy.
She had a feeling that things had become a little strange ever since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital.
Could it be that she had pushed too hard and caused Ying Zijin, who was a quiet and introverted person, to explode?
However, she had no choice but to push her. She was afraid that something would 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 her. If the court really goes to trial, in the future, Family Ying's reputation in Hu City …"
Like Zhong Manhua, Old Lady Ying cared the most about her reputation.
For the sake of her reputation, she could sacrifice other unimportant things.
Hearing this, Old Lady Ying's face darkened. "Wei 'er, don't worry. This matter will definitely not be brought to court."
"But …" Ying Luwei hesitated and was in a difficult position. "We can't even see Xiao Jin."
She really didn't expect Ying Zijin to have the courage to move out of Family Ying without taking anything.
After leaving Family Ying, how could she live without money and power?
----- Digression —
This chapter is 3000 words long.
I'm stupid. I'm starting to fight again. Can we pass this time?
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