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"I mean, that family has no conscience. They have money, over a hundred million, yet they still hold onto my little compensation!" Jiang Xiaojuan walked away...
Noticing that the few women chatting with her had slightly strange expressions, and not even offering polite responses, Jiang Qingyu turned her head and saw Jiang Maoqiang and his daughter Jiang Xiaoya passing by.
In terms of neighborly relationships, there are two main rules to maintain good relations:
First, never speak ill of others in front of them;
Second, don’t give anyone a handle to grab onto. Gossip doesn’t count as evidence unless it’s caught in the act or there’s undeniable proof like being wanted by the police.
So, Jiang Qingyu effortlessly put on a smile and approached them. As for those women, she had long stopped caring about their hypocrisy.
Although Jiang Xiaojuan was being held in the capital to "work off debts" because of her, it didn’t stop that family from being money gods. They had just built a new villa and without blinking an eye, gave it to the eldest brother's family who took care of their parents, and even rented out land for free to the second brother's family.
For every nephew and niece who wanted to continue their education, the money could come from their family, along with "hardship fees" for Sister-in-law...
Basically, no one in the village wanted to climb up the social ladder anymore. However, with Jiang Xiaojuan's example, most had given up on that idea. Plus, with Gao Qingzhen keeping watch, not many could take advantage.
"Maoqiang brother, what are you all doing?" Since their familial ties had long been distant, Jiang Qingyu could only address him this way.
"Aren't we about to leave?" Although Jiang Maoqiang was reluctant to see this woman, since they ran into each other, he couldn’t avoid it and naturally had to exchange pleasantries. "There’s nothing useful left at home; I’m taking this stuff to her uncle. He works in the same field!"
"Oh, I see..."
Before the woman could steer the conversation further, Jiang Maoqiang waved his hand. "Sorry, but we have things waiting at home. I need to make this quick; we can talk later!"
With that, he led Xiao Ya away as if their home would catch fire if they were late.
"Look at them! Look!" Jiang Qingyu's expression immediately fell. "What kind of people are these? Just because they have money they think they're so great!"
A few women nearby, whispering to each other, heard Jiang Qingyu's inquiry and stifled their laughter in response.
Jiang Qingyu didn't know how to react. Watching the father and daughter walk away, she could only harbor a few resentful thoughts in her heart.
...
Unlike Jiang Yizhou's family, who were experiencing a significant change in their lives at that moment, Jiang Yizhou himself was perhaps more concerned about his interactions with his family, or maybe he just didn't want to take a flight. Regardless, he needed to focus on completing the setup of Ailumies Venture Capital, so he wasn't feeling as anxious.
Family—though bound by the undeniable fact of blood relation, Jiang Yizhou had accepted his parents and sister well enough in this life. However, he was inherently a solitary person, and living with his parents often felt uncomfortable for him.
Due to the deep influence and constraints imposed by his parents in his previous life, although he had never resented them, being far away from them—far enough that they couldn't come and impose restrictions on him—was the only way for Jiang Yizhou to feel a bit of relaxation and a sense of self.
This was also why he had been unwilling to accept his parents' goodwill and return home to develop in his past life.
It was indeed quite sad that he needed pure space to dilute the oppression formed by over a decade of education from his parents, especially his mother. Each lesson from her was an irrefutable fact that bound him tightly, like a robot.
Like a robot programmed with various rules, it might wonder why it should follow them. It would—until it no longer regarded its creators as gods. But Jiang Yizhou couldn't do that; those were the parents who had wholeheartedly given him life and raised him without question.
Gods and beings like Cang might very well not exist. Even if they did exist, humanity's existence would be nothing more than a tool for them or simply a speck of dust.
As for his parents, Jiang Yizhou was their beloved child. There was no other reason; simply because he was their son, they tried their best to provide him with a good life and proper guidance...
Even now, those iron rods of teachings that had once tightly bound him began to fade away with the passage of time. Although he felt sorry for his past parents, he had already returned to flesh in this life. The correct teachings now became the framework supporting Jiang Yizhou's sudden transformation from poverty to wealth.
Money acted like an amplifier, magnifying Jiang Yizhou's repressed nature, boldness, and eccentric personality tenfold. Song Rushi was clearly a victim of this imbalance in Jiang Yizhou's character; fortunately, she seemed not to oppose their relationship at present.
Jiang Yizhou's intention to passively confess was merely a self-correction on his part. Unfortunately, the person he hinted at conveying the truth to Ding Zhengnan misunderstood.
At this moment, he found himself in a café that was neither near the company nor close to the newly purchased house.
Across from him sat the composed Lu Feiyan.
Jiang Yizhou felt that he had made his intentions clear enough; he just needed to be straightforward with Ding Zhengnan, and then he would wait for Ding Zhengnan to confront him. What a great plan!
In the end, he was like the male lead in a harem, adhering to the principle of "three nos." If Ding Zhengnan was willing to accept the situation, that would be best; if not, he would let go. But why couldn't she just follow through honestly instead of coming to confront him?
"Jiang Yizhou, do you have something you can't say? I’ve talked to Ding Zhengnan about your feelings for her, but why are you still getting so close to Sister Song? Even going to and from work together..."
Lu Feiyan knew that this man was more receptive to gentle persuasion than harsh confrontation. Instead of directly accusing Jiang Yizhou and Song Rushi of cohabitation, she took her time analyzing the situation. Out of respect, she couldn't bluntly state the facts.
"If Ding Zhengnan finds out, how heartbroken do you think she will be? Jiang Yizhou, I'm approaching you as an elder of Ding Zhengnan. Either keep your distance from Song Rushi and stop doing things that can be easily misunderstood, or I will have no choice but to inform Ding Zhengnan and let her cut ties with you!"
Jiang Yizhou knew he wasn't a devoted person, so he always wanted to express his true feelings to Ding Zhengnan. However, if he were the one to say it, it would make him seem like a scumbag. If the girl discovered it herself, Jiang Yizhou could relieve himself of the guilt.
He had to admit that while his actions might not appear scummy on the surface, they were indeed quite despicable.
"I understand what I'm doing, Lu Jie. I hope you fulfill your responsibilities and don't engage in matters outside your duties; that's all futile effort!"
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