Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 693: Is a Man’s Prime That Short?

Zhao Lang had never anticipated that the bravado he had shown earlier would come back to punch him in the chest that very night.

With a "boom," he started the car again, this time gunning it to 120 mph.

The words he sneered were torn to shreds by the wind sneaking in through the gaps in the windows.

But Jiang Li still made out what he was saying—

"Jiang Li, let me tell you, don’t even think about it."

"He Pingzhang is already 47 this year, he’s lost the ability to have children, he can’t provide you with offspring, let alone those advantages you just mentioned!"

Jiang Li: "...."

No way.

Is 47 really that old?

Is a man’s prime really so short? ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

However, Jiang Li also tasted some sweetness.

Right after she said those words, Zhao Lang drove to their house in less than ten minutes, nearly causing the security guards to call the police.

But when Jiang Li tried to twist open the car door several times and failed, she had no choice but to glare at Zhao Lang again.

"What are you getting so worked up about now?"

Zhao Lang’s face was terrible, but even so, he got out of the car to open the door for Jiang Li.

In the depths of the night, came the Crown Prince’s long sigh.

"There’s nothing in this world I’m more helpless against than you."

"Oh no." He added gloomily, "You’re the person I’ve been least able to deal with across seven lifetimes."

Jiang Li got out of the car, wrapped her coat tighter, and hummed softly, "Of course, I know a bit of spell casting myself. Young Master Gu should be careful, I still have your Four Pillars of Destiny."

"Do you have a Love Gu? I could use some of that."

Jiang Li: ?

"Forget it, I was joking." Zhao Lang closed the car door and handed her the bag, "Go home. If anything comes up, I’ll contact you."

Jiang Li took her bag and left without looking back.

Not until her figure disappeared from view did Zhao Lang open the car door and get back in.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the car was colder than the subzero outdoor temperature.

He scowled and pulled out his phone, dialing his assistant directly.

"He Pingzhang is still on Dragon Ridge Island, right? Tell him he doesn’t need to come back this year; just stay there."

Assistant: ?

"Should I inform the Family Head about this?"

Zhao Lang’s voice was very cold, "Aren’t my words effective enough?"

"Effective, effective, I’ll go handle it right away."

"And another thing." Zhao Lang gripped the card in his hand tightly, sneered again, his annoyance peaking, "Copy this address for Shang Shaobai and send it to the people in M country, tell them to go straight there and smash everything inside, as much as they can."

Assistant: ? ? ?

"This... Young Master, isn’t that illegal?"

"Heh." Zhao Lang casually crushed the card into pieces and threw it in the trash, "He wouldn’t dare call the police."

Along with the shredded paper in the trash bin was also that diamond ring.

...

Before entering the house, Jiang Li turned back to look.

Zhao Lang’s car was already reversing, then soon disappeared back into the darkness.

It was only when the sound of a wheelchair approached from nearby that Jiang Li snapped back to reality.

Jiang Cheng stared intently at the direction of the door, a look of discomfort on his face.

"Sister, the one who just brought you back... was it Gu Yu?"

"Yes, it was him." Jiang Li casually changed her shoes, "What about it?"

Jiang Cheng clenched his fist tighter, "Have you been with him all night?"

"No, I had dinner with someone else," Jiang Li said as she walked toward the living room, incidentally pouring herself a cup of tea.

Jiang Cheng followed her like a little tail, persistent and unwilling to leave her alone.

"Who did you have dinner with? Sister, why didn’t you take me with you?"

Hearing the plaintive voice, Jiang Li raised her head.

"What’s wrong? Didn’t you have dinner?"

"No," Jiang Cheng pouted. "Today there was nobody at home, and I felt too lonely by myself."

"Then why didn’t you call me?"

Jiang Cheng’s head hung even lower. "I was afraid of disturbing you, Sister."

"Next time, just tell me directly," Jiang Li took off her coat and then paused for a moment. "However, tonight was indeed special, and I couldn’t bring you with me."

"What happened?"

"Nothing much, just got proposed to."

"What?!"

A shrill scream cut through the living room, and this time Jiang Cheng simply stood up straight from his wheelchair, seemingly forgetting all about the pain.

"Proposed to?!" The aggrieved look on his face couldn’t be maintained any longer. "Who proposed to you? Gu Yu?!"

He knew that guy was up to no good, but he never imagined he would go this far!

Jiang Li looked at him. "Not him. Don’t make such a fuss; I didn’t accept it."

As she spoke, she showed several checks, revealing a sincerely cheerful smile.

"And I made almost ten million on the side."

She hoped that such things would happen more often so that she wouldn’t have to worry about money anymore.

Jiang Li took the elevator back to her room, while Jiang Cheng sat in the living room, unable to let go for a long time.

His sister was only 19?!

Who the hell dared to have designs on her?!

Jiang Cheng could not calm down even a bit and immediately called Ji Yanbai to get the restaurant’s name.

He then called the restaurant and, after sweet-talking the receptionist into a good mood, he stated his purpose.

"The young lady with the blue scarf, right? I remember her, she had dinner tonight in a private room on the second floor, the person who booked the room... let me check... Yes, it’s Mr. Shang..."

Jiang Cheng’s face immediately fell, and a few daunting, ominous flashes sparkled in his eyes.

Shang? Ha, how many people with the surname Shang are there in all of Jing City?

Shang Shaojing, huh.

Too busy watching Gu Yu, he had forgotten about this scumbag.

Jiang Cheng clenched his fists tighter. After thanking the receptionist, he picked up his phone and began tapping away at the screen.

Minutes later, a WeChat group named "Protect Jiang Li Squad" was created, and both Jiang Yan and Jiang Shixu were added to the group.

Jiang Yan: [? Who made this crappy group, I’m leaving.]

Jiang Cheng: [Sister got a proposal tonight.]

Jiang Shixu: [?]

Jiang Yan: [??? Are you just babbling nonsense cause you’ve got nothing better to do??? I still need to memorize lines, I don’t have time for your nonsense. And yeah, Jiang Li is at home, isn’t she? Tell her to call me back ASAP, why did she dump all my luggage at the film set? She doesn’t want me to come back???]

Jiang Cheng frowned and typed another line.

[I’m not talking nonsense. It’s true. I heard it from Sister herself, and I called the restaurant to confirm. It’s Shang Shaojing. If I’m telling even half a lie, may I score zero on the college entrance exam.]

Jiang Yan and Jiang Shixu both knew Jiang Cheng took his academic performance very seriously and would never joke about it.

If this wasn’t a joke—

Jiang Yan: [Damn it, where’s my knife? Jiang Cheng, go grab a knife from the kitchen, I’m going to the Shang family to carve up that little bastard Shang Shaojing right now!!!!!]

Jiang Shixu was almost in tears: [Did Sister accept? How could he do this.....]

Jiang Cheng: [She didn’t accept, but I always feel like this isn’t over. Listen to me—]

That night, the three men of the Jiang family reached an unprecedented consensus.