Official Career Storm-Chapter 1434

"Scoundrel!"

After Song Guanchao left, Jiang Xiuwen cursed aloud.

If the Old Madam Jiang wasn't still here, he'd have overturned the table already.

In contrast, the Old Madam Jiang didn't get angry, she even had the mind to drink tea.

"Mom, that Song Guanchao has gone too far!"

Jiang Xiuwen was very angry. As the legitimate son of the Jiang Family, he had led a smooth life from childhood.

Yet in front of Song Guanchao, he repeatedly hit setbacks.

Today, he invited Secretary Zhou, initially to establish a relationship.

Everything was going smoothly; Secretary Zhou was quite interested in Jiang Yiren.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yiren would definitely become Secretary Zhou's woman.

With this relationship, the Jiang Family would have a real backer in Jiangzhou City.

Moreover, Secretary Zhou was very young, yet already the top leader in Jiangzhou City.

As long as nothing unexpected occurs, entering the Provincial Committee in the future is almost a certainty.

But now, all these plans were disrupted because of Song Guanchao's interference.

Jiang Xiuwen hated him to the bone.

"Quiet."

The Old Madam Jiang said softly.

She put down the teacup and calmly said, "Invite Secretary Zhou again tomorrow."

Jiang Xiuwen said, "But Yiren she..."

The Old Madam Jiang interrupted, "Let Yan Yan come over tomorrow."

Jiang Xiuwen's whole body shook.

Jiang Yan was his daughter.

"Mom, this..."

"Is there a problem?" The Old Madam Jiang's murky eyes looked over, Jiang Xiuwen gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, Yan Yan is still young."

He could accept sending Jiang Yiren to Zhou Zheng as a mistress.

Because Jiang Yiren was not his daughter.

But Jiang Yan was his biological daughter!

Though, being Zhou Zheng's mistress wouldn't be considered a grievance.

But ultimately, it was a mistress that couldn't be on the public stage.

If it gets out, it would be so shameful.

"It's settled then."

The Old Madam Jiang stood up, grabbed her cane, and walked out.

In the private room, only Jiang Xiuwen and a few younger generations like Jiang Zhiwen remained.

Jiang Zhiwen and the others carefully glanced at Jiang Xiuwen, whose face looked contorted, and then looked at each other, all prudently staying silent.

The Third Uncle's mood was evidently not right at the moment, and one might unwittingly ignite his fury.

...

Song Guanchao left the restaurant with Jiang Yiren, and after getting in the car, seeing her low spirits, he knew what was on her mind.

Jiang Yiren had always led a smooth life, deeply loved by the elders in the family.

Today, because of Song Guanchao's appearance, she almost had a fallout with her family.

Of course, she felt upset inside.

Song Guanchao didn't speak; he drove onto the road, and half an hour later, the car stopped by the lake.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and then handed it to her.

Looking at the cigarette before her, Jiang Yiren, who was initially sad and distressed, suddenly felt like laughing.

This guy, what was he sometimes thinking?

Who offers women cigarettes?

"I don't smoke."

"Oh."

Song Guanchao smoked himself.

After smoking half a cigarette, Song Guanchao said, "Do you think that tonight was too much?"

Jiang Yiren looked at the lake view outside the window, saying nothing.

Song Guanchao said, "Do you know why your grandmother and your third uncle invited Zhou Zheng to dinner tonight?"

Jiang Yiren still didn't speak.

With her intelligence, it was impossible not to know, only unwilling to say or face it.

Her weak character made Song Guanchao a bit irritated.

"Your grandmother and your third uncle want to send you to Zhou Zheng as a mistress."

"They're trying to sell you."

Jiang Yiren lowered her head, with tears glistening in her beautiful eyes.

"Are you very upset?"

"What is there to be upset about?"

"In their eyes, you're just a commodity for trade."

"Your parents are the ones who raised you, not them."

"Do your parents know about tonight's matter?"

"I think they don't know, if they did, and still agreed, then I can only say your parents are beasts too."

"I speak bluntly, if my words make you uncomfortable, bear with it, because I can't change."

Song Guanchao threw away the cigarette butt at random and said, "You should learn from your cousin, that is, Qu Xiangru."

"Look at her, long recognized your family's true colors, so she never pretends with them. They exploit Qu Xiangru, and Qu Xiangru exploits them in return, everyone exploits each other, whoever comes out on top depends on who is more cunning."

"For now, it seems that the old hag is slightly inferior to Qu Xiangru."

"As for you, after tonight's incident, you've roughly had a fallout with the old hag."

"Of course, if you want to apologize, they'd definitely take you back."

"But think it through, once you return, what awaits you is surely not the kindred ties. You'll still be treated as a commodity for trade."

Song Guanchao's words were straightforward and harsh, Jiang Yiren had never directly encountered such a situation before.

She certainly knew right from wrong, but encountering it suddenly made it hard to face.

"Crying?"

Seeing her shoulders gently tremble, Song Guanchao sighed helplessly and asked, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."

Jiang Yiren sobbingly provided an address.

At nine in the evening, Song Guanchao drove to a high-end residential area.

This wasn't the Old Madam Jiang's villa district; this should be her parents' residence.

Jiang Yiren wiped her tears and said, "Can you accompany me upstairs?"

Song Guanchao grabbed the car keys, "Let's go."

Escorting a Buddha all the way to the West, he had already fallen out with the Jiang Family anyway, so he wasn't afraid of further conflict.

After entering the elevator, Jiang Yiren adjusted her mood.

Upon exiting the elevator, other than her eyes still being swollen, everything else was much better.

She walked to the door, entered the password, and opened it.

The living room was bright, a beautiful woman was sitting on the sofa with a facial mask on.

A handsome middle-aged man was standing on the balcony smoking and making a phone call.

The beautiful woman glanced this way, "Yiren, weren't you attending a dinner event with your grandmother tonight? Why are you back so soon?"

The beautiful woman bore some resemblance to Jiang Yiren, in her forties but looking very young, with a well-maintained figure.

Jiang Yiren walked over, barely holding back her tears, but upon hearing the woman's inquiry, they poured out again.

Song Guanchao rolled his eyes beside her; this woman just knew how to cry.

Damn it, earlier agreeing for him to handle the situation here, she was supposed to let him touch her, was this promise still valid?

The beautiful woman just noticed Song Guanchao, then heard her daughter crying.

She quickly walked over, concerned, "Yiren, what's wrong?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Jiang Yiren, standing tall at one seventy-five, now acted like a child, burying herself in the woman's arms, sobbing and unable to speak.

The woman looked towards Song Guanchao, Song Guanchao said, "Say thanks."

Beautiful Woman: ???

Song Guanchao said, "Without me, your daughter would have been tricked into bed already, so, should you say thank you?"

The beautiful woman's face changed dramatically, she immediately helped Jiang Yiren sit on the sofa, then said, "Mr. Song, please have a seat."

She at least understood some manners, not yelling out insults like other Jiang family members.

Able to communicate normally, that's good.