Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 848 - 254: Midnight
[Rushing with all might, finally made it before twelve o’clock~]
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Chapter 254 [Midnight]
In the evening, Lu Sisi went to the room on the second floor, accompanied Lu Xiuting and ate something, chatted for a while.
When Lu Sisi came out of the room, Chen Yan observed her closely; there was nothing unusual in Lu Sisi’s expression.
He was sure that Lu Xiuting didn’t dare to say anything in front of Lu Sisi.
However, even if she did, it wouldn’t matter.
Chen Yan had already prepared——if that stupid woman dared to play such a trick, Chen Yan’s countermeasure was simple.
He would pretend to "cure" Lu Xiuting and then tell Lu Sisi: Look, this is your mom’s true face!
Making Lu Sisi lose the last shred of trust and expectation toward this mother.
It was time to switch to the backup plan: revealing the truth has no harm, no hope left means no more disappointment.
Luckily, Lu Xiuting didn’t play dumb again, which is good, at least the backup plan doesn’t need to be implemented.
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It must be said, Lu Xiuting did have some manipulative skills to charm Yang Jiaming back in the day.
Chen Yan gave her three days, and she really accomplished it. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
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After Yang Jiaming left that day, as the anger gradually subsided on his way, he regretted it in his heart.
People like him are indeed selfish and self-interested, so being provoked by Lu Xiuting in person, driven by dignity and pride, he clashed head-on with her.
But the pride burned for no more than half an hour; once it burned out, the loss over interest made him completely calm down.
Expelled from the Yang Family, disowned, losing inheritance rights...
This is no joke.
If it were a legitimate descendant, Yang Jiaming believed the old man wouldn’t be so harsh, even if he issued the order.
The problem is, he is not a legitimate descendant, he is—a son of a concubine.
The patriarch of the Yang Family is an old-fashioned person, believing in the idea of having many descendants for prosperity.
He himself had several women, from a young age, Yang Jiaming knew there were four mothers in the family.
Unfortunately, his biological mother was the second wife.
Being the second means, there are still the third and fourth underneath; compared to freshness, his mother had already lost favor, couldn’t compete with the third and fourth.
Compared to others—he seems to have nothing worthy of comparison either. Mediocre ability.
He, as a son of a concubine within the Yang Family, was like an accessory, tasteless to eat but a pity to discard.
But truly anger the old man, losing it would be losing it.
As a not very favored son of concubine, when the old man kicks the bucket one day, according to asset distribution, he wouldn’t have to worry about several tens of millions—don’t bother thinking about more.
The two sons under the main wife, both turned out to be capable; one already became management in Yang’s enterprise, preparing to take over the old man’s role——actually already in charge, just lacking the title.
The other also has solid ability, took family money to invest and started a company outside, involved in new industries, surprisingly about to go public.
If the old man passes away, it is imaginable, being such a son of a concubine, if unable to inherit the estate——in the future the branch in Jinling and factories, family might send people to take over.
The family trust, if he doesn’t have a share...
Yang Jiaming sat in the parking lot, slammed the steering wheel hard.
That night, he tossed and turned in bed holding his phone.
In WeChat, the line "let’s talk again." was typed and deleted, deleted and typed again.
Can’t pull down his face!
Today’s eruption of anger already tore off the last bit of facade between them.
Now going back to this woman to discuss, the anger he vented today would have been a joke?
Yang Jiaming regrets in his heart!
Not regretting today’s anger.
But...
Regretting how he was blind back then, mind muddled, enchanted by this woman, and married her?!
If he hadn’t married her into the family back then, it wouldn’t matter if he stayed single all his life.
After all, there is no pressure, the old man doesn’t care about his marriage; even if not married, playing all life, dreaming of great wealth is out of the question, but there would be no worry about spending money.
Had women outside, even had kids, could do that, the family didn’t care about kid status, children born out of wedlock, the old man didn’t care at all—that’s how he himself came about.
"Damn it! How could I have married in a daze back then! Now my entire fate is actually in the hands of such a gold-digger!"
Holding this regret, Yang Jiaming drank a little at home, only fell asleep groggily in the later part of the night.
When waking up, his head ached badly, he barely turned over, took his phone beside the pillow for a look.
The time was already twelve thirty, there were four missed calls on the phone.
One was from that woman outside.
One was from the company.
And two were unknown numbers.
Yang Jiaming thought for a bit, called back the company, casually handled a matter neither too important nor urgent.
He was reluctant to return that woman’s call, it’s just another act of coaxing and pleasing. At this moment, Yang Jiaming had no mood to appreciate these.
As for the unknown numbers, who knows what advertising promotion they might be.
Yang Jiaming got up, drank a glass of water, the dry mouth from hangover was relieved, then he finally calmed his mind, sat on the sofa at home to re-think.
The inheritance rights, he absolutely cannot lose.
Lu Xiuting, that woman now staunchly posing, whether she truly dares to divorce or not...
Yang Jiaming’s own judgment is the latter. That woman, Lu Xiuting, divorced from him, what would she be? Where would she dare to divorce?
