After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Chapter 741 - 731: When Was It Exposed?

Jiang Wenhu initially wanted to ask more about the situation of her younger uncle’s family from the elderly neighbor, but lost all interest upon learning that Jiang Wenjia had also co by.

She left her number with the lady to be inford when her uncle returned, put down the fruits she had brought, and quickly left with her family.

"Last night, on my way back to the hotel, I thought I was seeing things. Couldn’t believe it was really her, Jiang Wenjia! What does she want? To make my uncle a diator? My uncle never liked her, he was forced to leave the Imperial City back then because of her. How thick-skinned is she?"

The father and son silently followed behind, neither daring to speak.

"Have you both gone mute?"

The father and son quickly shook their heads in unison.

Jiang Runcheng looked at his wife’s slightly pale face, "Didn’t you just say that my uncle doesn’t like Jiang Wenjia? Even if they t, how could he possibly diate for her? I think there’s no need to worry; she’s just getting desperate!"

Jiang Wenhu nodded, then thought for a mont and shook her head, "Though it’s been years since I’ve seen Jiang Wenjia, I know well what kind of person she is. She never does anything without a benefit! If she wasn’t confident, she wouldn’t have co all the way here herself."

"What confidence could she possibly have?"

"If I knew, why would I be asking you two?" Jiang Wenhu sighed at her husband and son who exchanged helpless looks, "Let’s wait until we get back to the hotel. I’ll call Lingxi and have her think it over for . You two, no use!"

Jiang Runcheng and Jiang Lingxu: "..."

Half an hour later, Jiang Lingxi received the call: "..."

After hearing the new troubles from Jiang Wenhu, Jiang Lingxi pondered for a mont, "Jiang Wenjia likely just wants my grand-uncle to diate."

Jiang Wenhu: "Yes, that’s what I thought too, Xixi. But where does she get the confidence from?"

The father and son listening to the mother and daughter on the phone: "..."

The difference in treatnt is colossal!

"Could it be she wants to work on my grand-aunt? Didn’t Xiaoxi ntion sothing unusual about my grand-aunt’s situation when he returned? If Jiang Wenjia finds a chance to control my grand-aunt, then my grand-uncle..."

Before Jiang Lingxi could finish her speculation, Jiang Wenhu, unable to hold back, said, "Shaless!" She took a deep breath, "But, this is indeed sothing she could do. Jiang Wenjia and her mother, back then..."

Jiang Wenhu swallowed her words; these old affairs only worsen an already foul mood.

"I was going to ask the elderly lady next door about my grand-uncle’s situation over these years, but when I heard Jiang Wenjia ca too, I couldn’t control my emotions. Luckily, I exchanged numbers before leaving. I’ll call and ask her now."

"Call if anything cos up."

"Yes, yes, Xixi, you get busy. Are you in the car? Starting work so early?"

"No, today my manager is taking to have a al with a senior in the industry. We’re almost there; I’ll hang up first."

"Alright."

After hanging up, Jiang Wenhu called the number she just saved and glanced at her quietly sitting husband and son, "Xixi is so ticulous."

The father and son quickly nodded, "Yes, yes!"

Just go with the praise.

"Hello?"

Jiang Wenhu quickly picked up her phone, "Auntie Chen, it’s Wenhui. Is this a good ti? I’d like to ask about my uncle and aunt, you ntioned their situation is a bit peculiar, and sothing unpleasant happened before, if it’s convenient to talk about it?"

*

After hanging up, Jiang Lingxi looked into the rear-view mirror.

There was an ordinary-looking taxi trailing not too far behind.

If she didn’t have sharp eyes, she might not have noticed one taxi tailing her amidst many similar ones on the street.

The monitoring was set up yesterday, and surveillance started today—quite fast.

She pulled out her phone, took a picture of the taxi in her rear-view mirror, and sent it to Shen Yunqing.

With the caption: [Started]

Both of them were out today.

She was out for a al, while Shen Yunqing had been summoned by Curator Fu Yunchen to help out at the Yinhe Palace Museum.

Within a minute of sending the photo and ssage, Jiang Lingxi received a picture from Shen Yunqing.

The background was a corner of the Yinhe Palace wall against a clear blue sky, with a few workers busy repairing the wall in the corner.

One of them seed to notice being photographed and looked up at the cara.

Jiang Lingxi: [Quite multitalented.]

From driving a taxi to doing construction work.

[You get busy, I’ve reached the dining place.]

Shen Yunqing: [Alright.]

Inside Yinhe Palace.

As Shen Yunqing and Fu Yunchen entered the palace hall for restoration, one of the workers in the corner straightened up to peek in and then discreetly reported to his superior.

"Boss, I think Mr. Shen might have noticed ."

Wei Ke, receiving the report: "Be confident; drop the ’I think’ and ’might’.

The assigned surveillance team mber: "...Should I continue the surveillance?"

"Switching soone else should be fine; you keep it up."

The team mber: "..."

Getting caught yet continuing surveillance isn’t just nerve-wracking but exhausting—a rare experience indeed.

He felt like he didn’t want to do it anymore!

He thought for a mont and sent a ssage to other teammates assigned to the operation.

[How’s it going on your end?]

[All is normal.]

So, is it just him who feels crushed?

Jiang Lingxi and Tong Yue walked into a won-only service club.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure stepping out of the trailing taxi—not bad, female. Can’t deny the thorough considerations.

Tong Yue, oblivious, introduced as they walked, "This club was opened by Dong Wei after her marriage. It combines beauty, fitness, and dining, with mbership by invitation only. Without a card, you can’t enter, and this is my first ti too."

Upon reaching the reception, before Tong Yue could state her purpose, a welcoming attendant approached warmly, "Miss Jiang, Miss Tong, please, Dong Jie is inside with tea and snacks ready for you."

Jiang Lingxi gave a slight nod, and as she stepped into the reception room, she glanced back. She saw another attendant stopping the person behind them.

"That girl ca with , let her in to sit."

"Ah, understood," the attendant was montarily stunned, then nodded vigorously, "I’ll handle it right away."

After the attendant ran over, Tong Yue couldn’t help but look back, "Who is that, do you really know her?"

"Yes."

Just that she knows the person’s superior.

Satisfying her mischievous side, Jiang Lingxi happily stepped into the reception room.

It was just that being blocked by the club attendants initially, and then invited in as ’Jiang Lingxi’s friend’, left the surveillance team mber feeling rather teary.

When on earth was she exposed?