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I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 69: He Is Your Son
When Zhou Ye was with Kang Naixin, his mind was constantly flooded with memories of his time with Shen Zhiyao.
Then he thought about how close she was with Jin Fan, and how she hadn’t even glanced his way just now.
’Damn it! How could that woman move on so fast!’
In the grand hall on the first floor of the Jin family’s residence, a dozen or so relatives and friends had already gathered, chatting happily.
Jin Fan’s arrival didn’t attract much attention.
When relatives got together, it was mostly just to brag about their own families.
"Our Jin Hui is about to start at New University. He’s always been a good student, so I’m sure he’ll make a splash there with everything he’s learned!"
"Jin Hui was born to be a scholar. Not like our Jin Yi, who just wanted to be an idol. She earned over three million yuan at such a young age, and she recently made a few hundred million from acting."
"But neither of them are as impressive as Nai Xin. I heard she won several more ’Best Actress’ awards this year!"
The elders discussed how outstanding their children were, while the younger generation talked about where they had recently traveled, what they had seen, and how many connections they had made.
Among them was a refined, scholarly-looking man with glasses named Jin Yong. He was Jin Fan’s uncle.
He used to think Jin Fan was a fool with more money than sense, someone he could easily swindle a lot of money from.
Later, when he heard that Jin Fan was a cursed lone star who brought misfortune to anyone associated with him—to the point that even Jin Huai Zhong kept his distance—Jin Yong was smart enough to put some space between himself and Jin Fan as well.
He hadn’t planned on paying Jin Fan any mind today, but the breathtakingly beautiful woman standing beside him made his eyes light up.
"Xiao Fan, you’re back!" he said with a smile, greeting him as if he were the master of the house.
"And who is this beautiful lady?"
Jin Fan was a man too, so he naturally knew what Jin Yong was thinking. He snorted. "She’s your ancestral grandma!"
Jin Yong frowned. "Jin Fan, what’s gotten into you now? I was just asking! Did I do something to offend you? Why are you cursing at me!"
The commotion quickly drew the attention of the nearby elders, who all turned to look.
"What’s going on?"
The one who spoke was Jin Fan’s aunt, Jin Yong’s wife.
Jin Yong played the victim, complaining first. "I saw Xiao Fan brought a friend over, so I just wanted to ask who she was. Who knew he’d start cursing at me right away!"
Jin Fan was annoyed, but he really hadn’t cursed at him!
She was the ancestral grandma he had acknowledged. According to seniority, Jin Yong should also call her ’ancestral grandma’.
But, as it happened, none of the elders had a good impression of him. His aunt, in particular, immediately scowled. "Jin Fan, we’re all family, and we haven’t seen each other in a while. Why can’t you get along with everyone? Why start cursing the moment you arrive?"
The other relatives chimed in:
"No wonder your father ignores you! If I had a son like you, I’d ignore you too!"
"Listen to your aunt. Be a little more obedient, and learn from your cousins! Your dad will only start to like you once you make something of yourself!"
"Ugh! Why waste your breath on someone like him? If you could make something out of worthless mud, it wouldn’t be called worthless mud!"
"A good-for-nothing like him is just a magnet for trouble. No wonder you’re not favored at home. Even your own father can’t be bothered with you!"
Kang Naixin also jumped in, playing the peacemaker. "Cousin, the elders are only trying to teach you for your own good. Why don’t you understand? If you just yield a little and apologize, this can all be over, right?"
Usually, Jin Fan couldn’t be bothered to argue with these elders and never debated right or wrong with them.
But his ancestral grandma was here today. He couldn’t continue to be a weak and incompetent person in front of her.
So, Jin Fan cast aside any pretense of family decorum. "You say I’m worthless mud that can never be shaped? How much better are your own children?"
"Without my dad, could Jin Hui have gotten into New University?"
"And Jin Yi, if my dad hadn’t gotten you a spot to debut with Yuanqi Entertainment, would you have become an idol? If my dad hadn’t poured resources into you, would your acting fees be that high?"
"And you, Kang Naixin! If Yuanqi Entertainment hadn’t thrown countless resources at you, promoting you for over a decade just so you could finally win a ’Best Actress’ award, what do you have to be so proud of? Without my dad, you’d be less than nothing!"
His words ripped away the relatives’ last shred of dignity, leaving them all furious and embarrassed.
But the problem was, everything Jin Fan said was the truth, and they couldn’t refute it.
Just then, Jin Huai Zhong came down from upstairs.
"What’s going on? Who’s causing a scene in the hall?"
The aunt played the victim again. "Jin Fan is getting more and more out of line! Even his uncle and I can’t control him anymore! Jin Yi and Jin Hui were trying to speak up for him, and he just started attacking everyone!"
The other relatives all chimed in to agree.
Kang Naixin, in her typical manipulative, "green-tea" fashion, tried to placate Jin Huai Zhong. "Uncle, Jin Fan is still young and immature. Please don’t get angry because of him!"
Jin Huai Zhong snorted. "He’s in his twenties and you still call him young?! He comes back and throws the whole house into chaos. It would have been better if he’d just died outside!"
"Dad, how can you only listen to their side of the story? Can’t you see they’re all ganging up on me?" Jin Fan retorted, refusing to back down.
Jin Huai Zhong said coldly, "If everyone is ganging up on you, then that just means you’re the problem!"
"I’m the problem?! Fine, I’ll leave then!"
Saying this, Jin Fan angrily turned to leave, but Shen Zhiyao blocked his path. "If you really leave like this, then it truly will be your fault."
Shen Zhiyao turned and walked slowly toward Jin Huai Zhong.
Jin Huai Zhong hadn’t noticed Shen Zhiyao before. Seeing her now, he subconsciously assumed she was Jin Fan’s date.
But this time, his date not only had a cool and detached temperament but also an exceptionally powerful aura. Even standing before Jin Huai Zhong, she showed no fear, and there was a hint of shrewd wisdom in her eyes.
"Who are you?" For the first time, Jin Huai Zhong was curious about one of Jin Fan’s companions.
"Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is, who is your son?" she returned his assessing gaze coolly.
Jin Huai Zhong found her question ridiculous. "Jin Fan? Who else could he be? Of course he’s my son!"
"Oh, so he *is* your son! You casually believe a few words from others but won’t give your own son a chance to explain. Anyone who didn’t know better would think *they* were your children!"
Given Jin Huai Zhong’s status, a man who had dominated the business world for years, everyone had always flattered and fawned over him. This was the first time anyone had dared to lecture him!
Jin Huai Zhong’s face instantly darkened.
At a time like this, he didn’t even need to speak. There would naturally be a dog to bark for him.
"How insolent!" It was Jin Fan’s uncle, Jin Yong, who spoke. "The Jin family’s affairs are not for an outsider like you to meddle in! Get out!"
Shen Zhiyao sneered, her gaze fixed on him. "Jin Fan’s uncle? Jin Yong? You used the resources Jin Huai Zhong gave you to get a job at Jin Corporation, earning tens of millions a year. But you have no gratitude. You’ve been using your position to embezzle funds from the Jin family’s projects, transferring the money to your daughter’s name to fund her dabbling in the entertainment industry!"
’He’d always been so secretive about these things. How could this woman possibly know?’ A wave of fear washed over Jin Yong as he heard Shen Zhiyao’s words.
"You’re full of shit!" he roared at Shen Zhiyao, then hurriedly turned to Jin Huai Zhong to explain. "Third Brother, you can’t believe her one-sided story!"
Jin Fan’s second uncle also stepped forward to add, "..."







