The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: 334 Fu Yunshen: She is my treasured beloved [2 more chapters]

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Huaping once again fell silent.

It was also with Fu Yunshen’s mention that she suddenly realized that the events of the past might have had hidden truths.

Yet, when she had asked Old Master Jiang several times back then, he had kept his mouth tightly shut.

Completely disappointed, she chose to never see him again.

It was only when Old Master Jiang passed away that she returned to keep vigil at his memorial service for several nights.

Before Ye Suhe appeared, the Jiang family was very happy.

“Tomorrow then,” Jiang Huaping murmured, “let me think it through properly.”

After the four of them finished dinner, Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen left.

Jiang Ran then huffed and puffed his way to wash the dishes.

After finishing, he saw Jiang Huaping sitting alone on the sofa: “Mom, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to school.”

Jiang Huaping looked up and waved him over.

Jiang Ran walked over to her.

Jiang Huaping touched his head and said softly, “Son, you must always remember, Dad and Mom will always love you, and for you, are willing to sacrifice everything.”

This sudden statement caught Jiang Ran off guard for the first time: “Mom?”

He was a little moved.

But before he could savor the feeling for three seconds, Jiang Huaping kicked him: “Go out and close the door behind you. Don’t come back today and disturb your mom’s rest.”

Jiang Ran: “…”

Damn it.

He shouldn’t have been moved.

**

As Su Lianghui wished, after the public opinion on Weibo exploded, Ye Suhe had Su Ruan and Jiang Moyuan quickly register their marriage.

The wedding was still being prepared, and it would be held at a later date.

After successfully marrying into the Jiang family and becoming the Matriarch of the House once again, Su Ruan regained her haughty demeanor.

After getting herself dolled up, she took a taxi to Jiang Corporation.

Su Ruan wanted to inspect the company.

She had wanted to do this for a long time, but back then, she couldn’t even enter Fu Corporation.

This time, finally, no one dared to stop her.

However, to Su Ruan’s surprise, she couldn’t even enter Jiang Corporation.

The employees in the lobby looked at her with disdainful eyes, as if she were a snake or scorpion to be avoided.

Jiang Moyuan wasn’t anything special, and Su Ruan was even less so.

“Stop me?” Su Ruan sneered, “I’m the Matriarch of the Jiang family. You stop me, and you want to get fired?”

“Madam Jiang, I’m so sorry,” the receptionist said with a mocking expression in her eyes, “Third Master is not only no longer the Executive Director, but he has also brought huge losses to the company. You have no right to enter.”

She really thinks she’s the Matriarch of the Jiang family?

Overestimating herself.

Su Ruan’s face twisted, “What did you say?!”

Jiang Moyuan is no longer the Executive Director of the Jiang family?

Then what was the point of her marrying him? Wasn’t it all in vain? _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

What was she after?

Two security guards stepped forward, and regardless of Su Ruan’s struggles, they threw her out.

Passersby stopped and pointed fingers at her.

This scene was all too familiar.

Humiliated, Su Ruan trembled all over; she couldn’t stay here another second and hurriedly took a car back to the Jiang family.

**

At this moment, at the Jiang Family Old Mansion.

Jiang Moyuan was sitting on the sofa, his whole person very dejected, having lost the air of his former glory.

He had never expected things to deteriorate so quickly.

Moreover, someone online had dug up the Jiang family’s poverty alleviation project, revealing that it was he who had brought Ying Zijin to the Ying Family.

He was one of the culprits behind turning Ying Zijin into a Living Blood Bank.

It was almost laughable.

He had never looked up to Ying Zijin before, but now, it was he who couldn’t reach her level.

The wheel of fortune turns; no one can escape it.

As Jiang Moyuan was lost in thought, the door to the villa was pushed open.

The person who came in was Jiang Huaping.

She was still dressed in a cheongsam, with high heels on, her eyes cold: “Jiang Moyuan, remember what I told you?”

Before Jiang Moyuan could react, Jiang Huaping raised her hand and slapped him across the face: “I told you, never lay a finger on Zijin, or I won’t let you off.”

Jiang Huaping’s slap was not light; Jiang Moyuan’s mouth was split by the blow.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression becoming terrifyingly grim: “Jiang Huaping, you’re courting death!”

“The eldest sister is like a mother; you don’t know your place,” Jiang Huaping slapped him again, “You better be thankful that the outcome isn’t what I thought it would be.”

Having said that, she didn’t look at Jiang Moyuan again and turned to leave the old mansion.

Outside the main door.