Last Night’s Dude Is Nouveau Riche? – Part 5

Then he reached out a wrinkle covered hand to hold Ji Chicheng's own hand and walked towards the main door.

At this very moment, he was enveloped by an aura of a kind father. From behind, their silhouette was so concordant.

Large families like this one resembled emperors' harems from ancient times. The most well-liked one was bound to be a magnet for envy.

Ji Ruoqian, still reeling from the punishment of copying 100 ancient poems, stared at the door waiting for Ji Chicheng and Old Master Ji to leave. In a tart voice, she said, "Grandpa is as biased as it gets."

Lin Yanqin sneered, "Tsk. No matter how much he fancies him, he's just a mistress' son. How accomplished can he get?"

Otherwise, Ji Jingfeng would never have gotten cultivated as the heir.

With a look of contempt, she raised her chin as though looking down on Ji Chicheng. But she could not stifle the bitterness in her voice. It gave away the jealousy and grudge in her heart.

Earlier on, in the dining room, Ji Chicheng indirectly helped Yang Yufang twice. In the process, he imperceptibly proved the indulgence Old Master Ji showered on him. To say that she was jealous was an understatement.

"Grandpa!"

Just as the family of three sourly mumbled, from behind came the sound of someone greeting "Grandpa".

Startled, all three of their faces blanched.

"Where?"

Lin Yanqin cast her eyes left and right, then towards the door, but there was no sign of Old Master Ji.

Then she caught on and swung around. Ji Jingfeng and Yang Yufang came out from the kitchen side by side.

With her chin lifted, Yang Yufang pursed her lips smugly.

Lin Yanqin swept her eyes coldly past Yang Yufang. Then they landed on Ji Jingfeng's face. Staring at him, "You stupid boy. How dare you make fun of me."

Still distraught from the scare, her face had yet to recover its color.

Yang Yufang looked at her. Her lips curved into a smile as she said, "Big Sis-in-Law, it was merely a well-intentioned reminder from Jingfeng."

As she spoke, she reached out to hold Ji Jingfeng by the arm. The two headed for the staircase.

Having suffered defeat time and time again today at her hand, Lin Yanqin was resentful. Staring at Yang Yufang from behind, she coldly laughed, "Yang Yufang, do you've anything worth being cocky about? Do you think your son will undoubtedly become the Ji heir?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yufang halted in her steps. Turning her face slightly, she composedly replied Lin Yanqin, "Since women cannot inherit the Ji property, at least my Jingfeng stands a chance."

It meant that the two daughters she bore stood no chance at all.

"You…" Lin Yanqin was quite miffed. Yang Yufang was so proud it seemed like she was walking on air. She gnashed her teeth seething with rage, "In the future, even if your son becomes the Ji heir, with a mother who's a nightclub hostess like you, it'll be a disgrace for him."

At the sound of that, Yang Yufang's expression went stiff. She rigidly stopped walking.

Lin Yanqin knew she got Yang Yufang, where it hurt. It was utterly gratifying.