Chapter 246: The Arrogant Jiang Family

The next day, 8:00 AM.

Wealthy Manor 118.

After breakfast, Nanrong Wanqing pushed her wheelchair to Ling Chen’s bedroom and gently knocked on the door. However, after several knocks, there was utter silence inside, without any response.

Seeing this, she felt puzzled. Normally, Ling Chen got up quite early. Why was he still not around today? As she thought this, she pushed the door open and called out, "Ling Chen, I..." Before she could finish, she saw that the bed was empty and the blanket was neatly folded.

"Where is he?"

"Wanqing." At this moment, Su Lin walked down the stairs, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning. Passing by the dining table, she picked up a cup of milk and walked over to Nanrong Wanqing, peering into Ling Chen’s room, and asked, "Are you looking for Ling Chen for something?"

"It’s nothing."

Su Lin teased: "Cousin, just one night without seeing him and you’re already so eager?"

Hearing her teasing, Nanrong Wanqing’s pretty face blushed slightly and said, "Don’t talk nonsense."

"Today’s Saturday, the company has a day off, I guess he’s out having fun. Wanqing, since you’re also free, how about we go shopping later?"

Nanrong Wanqing hesitated for a moment, and was about to agree when she saw Liu Kun walking in quickly from outside, his expression stern.

"Miss, Young Miss."

"Uncle Liu, is something the matter?"

"Visitors have arrived at home, you’d better go and see."

"Who are the visitors?"

"The Jiang Family from Yangcheng."

Upon hearing Liu Kun’s words, the expressions on Nanrong Wanqing and Su Lin’s faces changed immediately.

Su Lin frowned slightly and asked, "The Jiang Family and Nanrong Family usually don’t have dealings, what are they here for?"

"I’m not sure, but I think their intentions are not benign. Miss, besides the Jiang Family, Miss Jiang is also here, and the old master is currently receiving them."

"Auntie?" Nanrong Wanqing’s eyes showed a complex look as she nodded lightly, "I understand. Uncle Liu, Lin, let’s go and meet them together."

The three of them arrived outside the main house’s living room. Before even entering, they heard a haughty voice saying, "Old man, get out of the way. I’m not interested in wasting words with you. Hurry up and call Nanrong Wanqing out."

Hearing the Jiang Family’s words to her grandfather, Nanrong Wanqing’s pretty face immediately turned frosty, utterly cold.

She pushed her wheelchair, accompanied by Liu Kun and Su Lin, into the living room, and her gaze was immediately caught by a young man. The youth, in his twenties, was wearing a casual striped black-and-white suit, his short hair dyed white, handsome in appearance, but exuding a vibe not matching his age—not maturity, but a bizarre air that was unsettling.

Besides Jiang Han, there were also two robust men in suits standing by his side, positioned behind him, hands behind their backs, expressions grave.

Noticing her arrival, the young man’s lips curved slightly, giving her a half-smile as he nodded to himself: "They say that Nanrong Wanqing of the Nanrong Family is a golden flower of East Sea City, with impeccable beauty. This is truly not a lie, a pity that she’s disabled."

"Shut up!" Liu Kun angrily said: "This is the Nanrong Family’s house, keep your mouth clean. Don’t be rude to Miss."

The young man didn’t even give him a proper glance, disdainfully saying, "You are nothing but a butler, a dog of the Nanrong Family. What right do you have to speak to me? I personally came to your Nanrong Family, which is already giving you enough face. So let me remind you, when you speak in front of me, show some respect. Aside from Nanrong Wanqing and Nanrong Hao, it’s better for everyone else to keep their mouths shut; otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."

"If that’s the case, then our Nanrong Family doesn’t need your Jiang Family’s grace. You can leave now," Nanrong Wanqing said coldly.

The youth scoffed, "It’s only because you, Nanrong Wanqing, are speaking. If it were someone else, they wouldn’t even have the chance to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of their life."

Seeing the conversation charged with animosity, Jiang Ying quickly intervened, "Alright, we are all family, why must this be so stiff?" As she spoke, she approached Nanrong Wanqing and whispered, "Wanqing, his name is Jiang Han, the son of your second uncle, your cousin."

"Little aunt, I need to correct you. Before the Jiang Family acknowledges her identity, we’re not family," Jiang Han said coolly.

Nanrong Wanqing seemed as if she did not hear his words, looking at Jiang Ying, expressionlessly said: "Auntie, why is he here?"

"He is here on behalf of the Jiang Family to discuss some matters with you," Jiang Ying spoke, barely concealing her nervousness, whispered, "Wanqing, listen to your aunt. Whatever demands he makes, try not to refuse them. It’s for your and the Nanrong Family’s benefit."

"Auntie, are you asking the Nanrong Family to bow down to the Jiang Family?"

"Sigh, it’s not about bowing down, it’s for your family’s good. Wanqing, please, whatever you do, do not offend the Jiang Family; otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear."

"Have you all finished talking?" Jiang Han impatiently said, "Nanrong Wanqing, I am here under the Family Head’s order, to take you back to the Jiang Family in Yangcheng. Not just you, but also Nanrong Hao—you both must come with me."

Hearing his uncompromising tone, Nanrong Wanqing felt indignation. She coldly said, "Over these years, I have tried to contact the Jiang Family multiple times, but was always ignored. Now you just show up at my Nanrong Family’s home, disrespectful and demanding. Why should we follow you? Since the Jiang Family doesn’t consider the Nanrong Family as anything, why should I bother with you?"

"Wanqing..." Jiang Ying looked anxious.

Jiang Han curled his lip, "You don’t have to go. But don’t blame me for not warning you: if you don’t leave with me today, henceforth, the Nanrong Family will be erased from East Sea City."

"Hmph! Such arrogance," Nanrong Yong squinted his old eyes and said, "Back then, your Jiang Family couldn’t bring down our Nanrong Family, and you won’t be able to now either. Go back and tell that old scoundrel not to set his sights on my granddaughter. If he dares touch Wanqing and Nanrong Hao, I won’t let him off even at the cost of my old life."

"Old fool, how dare you insult my grandfather?" Jiang Han’s expression turned cold, his gaze sinister.

"Enough!" Nanrong Wanqing’s face was like frost. She sharply said, "Jiang Han, our Nanrong Family doesn’t welcome you. You may leave now."

Jiang Han’s lips turned up, he coldly chuckled: "Little aunt, don’t blame me for not giving you face. Since they’re unwilling to cooperate, then I can’t help it." With that, he raised two fingers, signaling to the two men behind him.

Jiang Ying hurriedly said, "Jiang Han, let’s talk this over. No matter if you acknowledge it or not, she is still your cousin."

"Little aunt, you better step aside. Don’t force me to take action against you."