Chapter 677: Chapter 677: Worshiping Sister While Avoiding Them
“You should learn from your sister; she’s made her own fortune and is now the wealthiest in our family.” Lin Manru made no attempt to hide her favoritism, “When you can be like her, I’ll give you all the money.”
Jiang Yan seed to finally catch on.
That’s right, Jiang Li was now a billionaire!
He imdiately sat down next to Jiang Li, who was already at the dining table, and grabbed her hand, lavishing her with flattery.
“Great sister, that car is really cool. You’ve got five hundred million now, so just give a few million to seal the deal and I’ll take you for a spin.”
However, Jiang Li’s response was even colder than Lin Manru’s.
—”No money, but you can have your life.”
“Damn it, Jiang Li, do you have to be so stingy? You have five hundred million now; what’s wrong with giving a little?”
Before he could finish his rant, he got a sharp kick to the shin, causing him to cry out in pain.
When he turned around, it was Jiang Cheng.
Pushing his wheelchair, he pretended to accidentally roll towards him again. After Jiang Yan dodged, Jiang Cheng looked surprised and apologetic, “Sorry, big brother. I’m still not used to this wheelchair; it’s hard to control. Did I hurt you?”
Bullshit!
Jiang Yan cursed in his heart.
The brat had just steered his wheelchair up a step with ease!
He definitely did it on purpose!
But the pain was so intense that he couldn’t even swear out loud.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Cheng offered a slight smile, “Also, big brother, could you move to another spot? I want to sit here; it’s easier for to get out.”
Jiang Yan was just about to tell him to get lost when he saw the little guy pouting with a look of grievance.
Sure enough, the next second, Lin Manru slapped him on the head.
“Are you deaf? Jiang Cheng is still healing and you’re bullying him?”
What Jiang Yan never understood all these years was why his mother was so protective of this bastard son, but since she had spoken, he didn’t want to make the atmosphere at ho too awkward. He could only scowl and take his bowl to the opposite side.
At that mont, Jiang Zhao Yuan was coming down the stairs.
Jiang Cheng, with sharp eyes, spotted him and imdiately started his routine performance.
“Grandpa, why don’t you give my brother this year’s New Year’s money in advance? Brother wants to buy a car but has no money; he was just asking sister for so.”
Jiang Yan across the table: ??????
Jiang Cheng, you want to die?!
He imdiately stood up, “I didn’t, Grandpa! Don’t listen to his nonsense!”
Jiang Zhao Yuan’s expression had already turned cold. “Another car? Don’t you already have one? As expected, you just can’t save money. Forget about your New Year’s money this year!”
“And if I hear again that you’re asking your sister for money, you can just get out!”
Jiang Yan: !!!!!!!!!
He was wrongly accused!
Wait a minute.
How co even the old man was siding with Jiang Li now?!
“Stop arguing, stop arguing, the food is here, let’s eat.” Shen Lan, carrying plates from the kitchen, tily interrupted the brewing “battle”.
Following that, the servants also brought the als to the table, one by one.
The dinner was ticulously arranged by Lin Manru, no different in standard than a festival feast.
Later, the elder even asked for a bottle of treasured wine to be brought up from the cellar.
Before the bottle could be opened, Shen Lan called a halt.
“Dad, Shi Xu just finished class, and since it’s lively here, I’ll give him a call and have him eat with us.”
Jiang Zhao Yuan nodded, “Call him. It’s a good ti to see how the kid is doing these days.”
Jiang Shixu, who had been tipped off early, had already found a quiet corner to enjoy his packed al.
He had even changed into new clothes, reverently placing his phone in front of his lunch box.
When Shen Lan’s video call ca through, he quickly picked up.
However, upon seeing the big table full of people on the screen, his brain instinctively went numb, and his hands and feet began to shake.
“Hel…hello everyone…..”
Jiang Shixu’s voice was as small as a mosquito’s, and no one heard it clearly.
Only Jiang Li smiled and said, “Shixu, good evening. The food at your training camp looks good, even braised pork!”
Hearing Jiang Li’s voice, Jiang Shixu imdiately relaxed a lot and said with a shy smile, “Yea…yeah, it’s not bad, sister…..”
Tai Fan, worried that he hadn’t co out for dinner, followed along.
From a distance, he saw him hunched in a corner, reverently opening his lunch box and placing it on the stool in front of him, then softly calling, “sister” to the phone screen.
Tai Fan’s heart clenched, and his nose tingled as he sighed and wiped away tears.
This child Shiguang really was sothing, longing for his sister yet secretly paying tribute behind their backs.
Better not to disturb him.
…
The Jiang family enjoyed this al imnsely.
Although not everyone was present, the atmosphere was better than any New Year’s they’d had before.
He could rember that every past al either ended in argunts or in awkward silence.
But this ti, laughter and cheerful voices finally emanated from their house.
And even the old man seed to have grown much younger at the sight.
Hundreds of ters away, in a building corridor, Jiang Mingyu, like a rat in a sewer spying on happy humans, peered through binoculars at the lively dinner in the Jiang family’s restaurant.
As he watched, two hot tears fell.
How wonderful it would be if he were there too.
At that mont, he began to regret his stubborn pride from years ago.
He had made up his mind.
Since Jiang Li and the others were all back, it was ti for him to reunite with them!
Staring as the Jiang family’s restaurant gradually emptied, Jiang Mingyu finally headed ho.
After opening the door to the villa, he was hit by a strange sll and realized he had left his lunch uneaten on the table.
Could it be that An Jing hadn’t co today?
Strange, she hadn’t asked for leave.
Worried sothing had happened, Jiang Mingyu sent An Jing several ssages but got no response.
He was imdiately anxious and made a few phone calls.
Just as he was about to make a third call, the doorbell rang.
Jiang Mingyu rushed to the foyer, only to discover that it wasn’t An Jing at the door, but the landlord.
He opened the door and peeked out, “Hell…hello, may I help you?”
The landlord smiled warmly, “You’re Mr. Jiang, right? I’ve co to collect the rent; you need to pay next month’s.”
Jiang Mingyu suddenly rembered and hurriedly invited the landlord in, all flustered.
“Pl…please, have a seat in the living room for a mont, I’ll go get…get my bank card.”
With that, he ran to his bedroom and opened the drawer where he kept his docunts.
—But it was empty.
Jiang Mingyu thought he had mistaken the location, but even after turning the bedroom upside down, he couldn’t find a single bank card.
Sothing was wrong; he had clearly kept everything in his room.
Thinking about the landlord waiting in the living room, he quickly returned, his face full of apologies, “I’ll…I’ll transfer it to you online, how much is it?”
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