The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 348 - : 335 Get out of Jiang Family! [3 updates]

Chapter 348: 335 Get out of Jiang Family! [3 updates]

Jiang Chengjun also had a copy in his hands, and he directly flipped to the last page.

He had never felt any affection for Jiang Moyuan; he couldn’t bring himself to like him, nor could he say he hated him.

He had no talent or interest in business, so when Old Master Jiang left Jiang Corporation to Jiang Moyuan, he was indifferent about it.

Shanghai City University provided excellent benefits for professors, including a villa, so Jiang Chengjun didn’t return to the Jiang Family Old Mansion.

But he simply couldn’t accept that the Jiang family had been occupied by an outsider for so many years.

However, both paternity test reports yielded the same result.

The last sentence was written very clearly in black and white.

——After our center’s assessment, Jiang Chengjun/Jiang Huaping has no blood relation with Jiang Moyuan.

Jiang Huaping’s expression turned cold in an instant, her fingertips turning pale from gripping the document too tightly, “Xiao Yunshen guessed right; he’s really not Dad’s son.”

What on earth was going on?

Even if Old Master Jiang was senile, he wouldn’t leave Jiang Corporation to an outsider.

Old Master Jiang had passed away thirteen years ago, and at that time, Jiang Moyuan was only sixteen.

The shareholders of Jiang Corporation had originally intended to have Jiang Huaping take over, but they couldn’t withstand Old Master Jiang’s will.

Fortunately, the sixteen-year-old Jiang Moyuan had already shown remarkable business acumen, and with the backing of a few shareholders who had always been with Old Master Jiang, they successfully stabilized the corporation.

Later, those old shareholders also passed away one by one, leaving only three behind.

At the age of twenty-four, Jiang Moyuan officially became the Executive Director of Jiang Corporation.

This year, Jiang Moyuan was twenty-nine.

No one had ever questioned Jiang Moyuan’s capabilities, and no one had suspected his lineage.

Even Jiang Chengjun and Jiang Huaping, who disliked Jiang Moyuan, had never considered the possibility that Jiang Moyuan wasn’t of Jiang Family blood.

If not of the Jiang Family, why then would Old Master Jiang give Jiang Corporation to Jiang Moyuan?

Or could it be that Old Master Jiang himself was not aware?

“Huaping, we must tell the uncles about this,” Jiang Chengjun felt the anger rising, “Ye Suhe must have done something.”

“Let’s go,” Jiang Huaping suppressed a cold laugh, “To the company first.”

**

The affairs of the Jiang family had nothing to do with Ying Zijin.

She didn’t follow along; instead, Fu Yunshen came to pick her up to take her home.

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Just as Ying Zijin settled into the passenger seat, her cell phone rang, and she answered the call, “Hello.”

“Divine Doctor!” The voice on the other end was very excited, “I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Ji Qinglin.”

Ying Zijin fell silent.

She genuinely didn’t remember this name.

“My dad is Ji Feng,” Ji Qinglin added, anticipating her reaction, “He had late-stage gastric cancer; you operated on him.”

“Ah, I remember now,” Ying Zijin recalled, “Is something the matter?”

Because of Wen Fengmian’s influence, she naturally remembered Ji Feng.

However, she had been so busy these past days that she hadn’t visited Ji Feng.

“Nothing serious, I just wanted to thank you personally,” Ji Qinglin said, “I really can’t thank you enough. Although there are still many cancer cells in my dad’s body, he has indeed gotten much better and his mobility has improved.”

They specifically visited three top-tier hospitals for examination, and the doctors were all astounded by the findings.

In Ji Feng’s body, the cancer cells and other cells had reached a peculiar equilibrium.

It was this balance that allowed Ji Feng’s body to regain mobility.

Nonetheless, his cancer persisted, and hospital tests would still return a result of advanced gastric cancer.

This was nothing short of a medical miracle.

Ji Qinglin continued, “When will you have time? We’d like to invite you to a meal as there’s really no way to repay your kindness.”

“Sure,” Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, “Actually, I have something I want to ask you as well.”

Wen Fengmian didn’t bring up the past, and naturally, she wasn’t going to press him about it.

“Great,” Ji Qinglin’s voice could scarcely conceal his excitement, “We’ll be staying temporarily in Shanghai City; you can decide on the time. I would really like to have a meal with you, too.”

At that moment, Fu Yunshen turned his head, his peach-blossom eyes lifting as he suddenly called out, “Yaoyao.”

Hearing a young man’s voice, Ji Qinglin paused momentarily on the phone and hesitated.

Fu Yunshen raised his hand, his voice lazy, “You have a leaf stuck in your hair.”

When he lowered his hand, there indeed was a completely dried yellow leaf in his palm.

Ying Zijin gave him a glance and said nothing, replying to Ji Qinglin, “Next week is fine; I’ll have the hospital director give you the details.”

Watching her hang up the phone, Fu Yunshen’s gaze deepened, and he spoke again, “If you have time, would you also consider getting a paternity test done?”

Ying Zijin hesitated for a moment.

She knew he was referring to a paternity test between her, Zhong Manhua, and Ying Zhenting.

“There’s no need,” Ying Zijin said lightly, “Strangers. A waste of time and money.”

Ever since the ties with the Ying family were severed, she had nothing to do with them.

As for what Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua thought, that was their business.

As long as they didn’t cross her path, she wouldn’t mind letting a few more people end up crippled.

“Mm,” Fu Yunshen said indifferently, “that’s fine.”

Leaning back in her chair, Ying Zijin rested.

“By the way, don’t even think about walking away this time,” Fu Yunshen lifted his hand, his slender fingers hooking a strand of her hair, “Why did you look at me with that kind of eyes this afternoon? Where did I offend a little friend like you?”

At that moment, he had truly felt a murderous intent.

“What kind of look?” Ying Zijin looked at him, still devoid of any emotion.

Not even a single change in expression could be captured.

She glanced at her hair and then at his hand.

Fu Yunshen paused, raising an eyebrow.

He let go of her hair, laughing, “Just like that.”

He had forgotten.

Their family’s little friend had always been ruthless.

When she flattered him, it was genuine, and if she really wanted to hit him, she would do so without hesitation.

He was overthinking.

Perhaps when one likes someone, both inferiority and narcissism coexist, coupled with the desire to give her the best.

Slowly does it, he was in no rush.

**

Evening.

Jiang Family Old Mansion.

Jiang Moyuan, of course, had heard the commotion outside the old mansion that afternoon.

Seeing Su Ruan still looking lost and disoriented, he spoke coldly, “Stop putting on the face of a resentful woman, if you want to act, get out and do it.”

If it hadn’t been for Su Ruan’s scheming against him, things would not have turned out the way they did.

“You want me to get out?” Su Ruan certainly did not give him a pleasant look, “Jiang Moyuan, don’t forget, we’re legally married.”

Being demoted from the position of Executive Director was something she hadn’t expected.

But Su Ruan could barely accept it.

After all, Jiang Moyuan still owned a significant amount of shares, and she would not have to worry about her future livelihood.

“Or is it that you’re still thinking about Ying Zijin?” Su Ruan said with a scornful expression, “Don’t indulge in wishful thinking; she doesn’t even spare you a glance.”

These words instantly ignited Jiang Moyuan’s nerves.

His face became terrifying, “Say that again?!”

“What, not had enough?” Su Ruan sneered, “I said you’re really pitiful. You like Ying Zijin, but it’s a pity she doesn’t even look your way and finds you disgusting.”

“You say, how can you compare with Fu Yunshen? You can’t compete with his looks or power, tsk tsk, Jiang Moyuan, you really are—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Jiang Moyuan abruptly advanced, his large hand grabbing Su Ruan’s hair and slamming her into the corner of the wall, “Shut your mouth!”

There was a “thud,” and Su Ruan’s head hit the wall hard, seeing stars.

Su Ruan had not expected Jiang Moyuan to lay hands on her. She screamed immediately, struggling desperately, “Dad! Dad, save me!”

Upon hearing the shouts, Su Lianghui, who was discussing matters with Ye Suhe in the study, hurried down, his face changing instantly, “Jiang Moyuan, let go of Xiao Ruan!”

Jiang Moyuan glanced at Su Ruan coldly and released her, “Don’t let me hear that kind of talk.”

Su Ruan fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.

“That’s enough.” Ye Suhe also came down from upstairs, speaking indifferently, “She is now your wife, and if outsiders were to see this, there would be trouble again.”

“Xiao Ruan, don’t be mad,” Su Lianghui tried to calm her, “the most important thing now is to solve the problem; you need to work together.”

Su Ruan cried continuously, refusing to respond.

“You see the situation now,” Ye Suhe twirled her Buddha beads and looked at Su Lianghui, “I need funds to manage, otherwise, I can’t acquire the scattered shares.”

Hearing this, Su Lianghui frowned.

He did have some money left, but he didn’t want to take it out.

But without doing so, Jiang Moyuan would have no way to return to the position of Executive Director.

In the end, Su Lianghui compromised, “Fine, I’ll transfer the money to you right away.”

After receiving the thirty million transferred by Su Lianghui, Ye Suhe finally showed a smile.

Just as she was about to go upstairs to prepare, the door of the old mansion was violently kicked open.

The newcomers were a dozen shareholders, along with Jiang Huaping and Jiang Chengjun.

Following them, a group of media with cameras had also arrived.

“What are you doing?” Ye Suhe’s face darkened, “Old Master Jiang left this mansion to me, you have no right to come in, now, please leave.”

Even if Jiang Huaping and Jiang Chengjun were Old Master Jiang’s own children, so what?

Didn’t they still have a home they couldn’t return to?

“Leave? Ye Suhe, you’ve got some nerve!” An old shareholder lifted the document in his hand and slapped it against Ye Suhe’s face, “Take a look at what you’ve done!”

He then raised his head, looking at Jiang Moyuan with a cold sneer, “Jiang Moyuan, you are not a blood descendant of Old Master Jiang. You have ten minutes to pack your things and get out of the Jiang Family!”

“Click, click—” It was the sound of camera shutters snapping.