The Storm

Qiao Qiao and I shopped until six o'clock.

Fu Hansheng still didn't know my plans for that night, so I didn't tell him. Instead, I carried my 'fruitful harvest' and went straight to my mother's villa.

There was no one in the living room.

I changed into my gown and even put on delicate makeup.

When I went downstairs again, I heard a shout from the side hall. I recognized it as my paternal grandmother's voice.

She became a widow in her thirties and relied on farming in the countryside to support my father, Jiang Xu.

My dad worked hard and finally got into a good university. After he graduated, he met my mom in Lin City.

My mother was the only daughter, and the Zhao family had many assets. Since my maternal grandfather doted on my mother very much, he took care of my father by extension and focused on developing him.

My dad became a man of influence just by being a son-in-law who lived in my mother's maiden home.

After my maternal grandparents passed away, my mother was no longer in the mood to manage the company. My father became in charge of everything.

My father was a profit-minded person. Back then, when I married into the Fu Family, he was the one who added fuel to the fire.

However, I didn't want to argue about any of that.

"Little Lan, you've been in the Jiang family for so many years. Why don't you even have this bit of respect? Right now, who has the final say in the family? It's my son! If I told you to monitor someone, you'd better listen to my orders!"

Grandma's voice was harsh.

My mother and I had never spoken to Aunt Lan in that tone before.

My paternal grandmother had lived like an aristocrat and basked in the Zhao family's glory for so many years. She spoke arrogantly, and I didn't like her from the bottom of my heart.

"Auntie Lan."

I stepped forward in my high heels and appeared in the side hall with a frosty expression.

"Big Missy!" When Aunt Lan saw me, she instantly smiled as if I was her life-saving straw. "You're back."

Grandma's expression froze, and she glared at me with her muddy eyes. "Didn't you see me talking to her? Don't you know how to respect the old? I'm your elder!"

"In the Zhao family, my mother has always been the one calling the shots. Auntie Lan only listens to my mother's orders. Grandma, if you have nothing better to do, you can also learn to dance in the park from the other old ladies."

My gaze settled. My words had underlying meanings.

When Grandma heard this, she instantly exploded and wailed as if the sky had collapsed.

"Look! Jiang Ran, what are you saying?! Without my son, how could your mother live like a pampered princess? And you, your surname is also Jiang! This isn't the Zhao family, but the Jiang family!"

As I listened to her distort the truth, my disgust grew.

She was a classic example of someone who would not admit to receiving benefits.

Aunt Lan came over and took my hand. She shook her head at me. "Missy, stop it. It's all my fault."

"You're not wrong. My mother is too soft-hearted. She allowed anyone to move into this villa."

My gaze grew icier.

Grandma's eyes were scarlet. She glared at me, as I was her enemy.

"You! What did you say? Jiang Ran, you're deliberately trying to trigger me, aren't you? You'll be happy if you anger this old fart to death, right?! I've always felt that you lack manners since you were young. You can't even compare to Little Yu!"

I calmly said, "Then find your Little Yu. Ask her to buy you a big house and jewelry. Jiang Yu is so powerful, she should have the ability to do so."

After a few triggering words, Grandma's pent-up usual dissatisfaction with me completely burst forth.

She first rounded up all the servants in the house. Then, she scolded me in front of everyone.

I didn't want to argue with her. I grabbed the hem of my dress and was about to leave when she gave me a tight slap across the face.

But this slap made me livid.

"Are you going to do whatever you want just because you're old? Won't you stop until you stir up some trouble in this family?"

Grandma was so irritated that she fell to the ground. She pointed at me and cried, "You have no conscience! You're as ungrateful as your mother! You don't even care about the good of others!"