Chapter 81 No one has the right to let Wenjiu get angry

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"Why?" Wenjiu held him back: "Aren't you here to get something? Why are you leaving when you haven't got anything yet?"

"I'll come back another day to get it." Jiang Yanci looked at Wenjiu and coaxed him gently:

"You're already very tired today, I'll take you back to rest first."

He had contacted the Zhou family before coming, and their attitude was not bad. They also promised him that they would give him the things after he came to the door today.

That's why he couldn't wait to bring Wenjiu here today.

That way, as soon as he got the things, he could give Wenjiu the gift that his mother prepared for his future daughter-in-law.

But he didn't expect that the Zhou family had played such tricks for so many years and still hadn't gotten tired of it.

His mother was from the Zhou family, and he was naturally a junior of the Zhou family.

For the sake of his mother, he could tolerate any way the Zhou family tried to intimidate him, and even broke his promises again and again.

But no one has the right to let Wenjiu get angry.

Jiang Yanci grabbed Wenjiu's wrist and said again: "Let's go."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but Wenjiu did not move.

Her eyes fell on Jiang Yanci's hand around her wrist. In the past ten minutes of waiting, he had nervously clenched the hand that was not holding hers countless times, and then nervously loosened it.

Wenjiu didn't know what made Jiang Yanci, a high-ranking person who was not surprised by anything, so uneasy, but Wenjiu knew that what Jiang Yanci wanted to get...

today! He must get it.

She gently broke free from Jiang Yanci's hand and turned to look at him who had already taken a step forward:

"Now, answer me a few questions."

Jiang Yanci's lips trembled slightly, as if he had guessed what Wenjiu was going to ask.

Sure enough, the next moment, she asked: "Is the thing you want to get very important to you?"

Jiang Yanci's hands curled up again involuntarily, and he nodded: "Very important... That is,"

Before he finished speaking, a thin layer of misty red appeared at the corners of Jiang Yanci's eyes.

There was a sob in his voice that he himself did not notice: "Yes, my mother's, relics."

Jiang Yanci said the word "relics" very softly, so softly that Wen Jiu almost didn't hear it clearly.

Back then, the young Jiang Yanci returned to China with the ashes of Jiang Yanci's parents. However, before leaving the airport, the Zhou family broke in and took away all of Zhou Zaixi's ashes and relics.

At that time, the people in power in the Jiang family hoped that even Jiang Yanci would die abroad, so how could they help him leave everything that belonged to him.

Later, in order to get back Zhou Zaixi's ashes, Jiang Yanci supported the already declining Zhou family more than once, otherwise the Zhou family would not be able to keep the huge Zhou mansion in front of them.

However, in addition to the ashes, there were some things that Zhou Zaixi said he would leave for Jiang Yanci.

Therefore, Jiang Yanci paved the way for the Zhou family again and again, but the Zhou family kept making excuses and did not give him all the things he wanted.

One of the purposes of Jiang Yanci's visit to Beijing this time was also here.

Wen Jiu did not comfort the person in front of him, but walked to his side, turned around and looked up at the reception room in front of him, and asked the second question.

"The person who took over the power of the Zhou family was your grandpa?"

Jiang Yanci was silent. The word "grandfather" was not unfamiliar to him before his mother died.

During the holidays, his mother often brought him to this house to accompany Zhou Hua'an. In order for him to have fun,

Zhou Hua'an even asked someone to open up a piece of open space in the backyard for him to use. It was for this reason that Zhou Zaixi would feel at ease to leave the things prepared for Jiang Yanci at the Zhou family.

After all, compared to the Jiang family in civil strife at that time, the stable Zhou family was more worthy of Zhou Zaixi's trust.

But after Zhou Zaixi's death, the word "grandfather" was already very unfamiliar to Jiang Yanci.

Zhou Hua'an has not seen Jiang Yanci, his grandson since then, and even the relics of Zhou Zaixi that were exchanged were sent to Jiang Yanci.

Thinking of this, even though Jiang Yanci had long been numb, he still couldn't help but feel a little sad.

He nodded: "Yes."

Wen Jiu's family members all loved her, but there were also some who didn't love her and even wanted her dead.

Therefore, Wen Jiu was not too surprised that the Zhou family and Jiang Yanci had such a close relationship.

It's just... she felt that the closed door in front of her was a bit annoying.

Wen Jiu patted Jiang Yanci's hand: "Jiang Yanci, have they stood you up many times?"

Seeing Jiang Yanci's decisive turn and walk away, Wen Jiu could guess that this was not the first time he had experienced this.

"Yeah." Jiang Yanci nodded again, and Wen Jiu's keen observation once again amazed him.

"In that case, I won't be polite." Wen Jiu finished speaking and walked forward quickly.

When she stood in front of the closed door of the reception room, Wen Jiu kicked it without hesitation.

"Bang!" After a loud bang, Wen Jiu covered her ankle that was shaken by the reaction force and grimaced in pain.

The kicked door did not move at all.

Jiang Yanci looked at Wenjiu, who was jumping on one foot with an exaggerated expression, and the smile in his eyes overflowed. The dark clouds in his heart were silently pushed away by her.

"What are you doing?" Wenjiu glanced at him, her eyes were fierce, and signaled:

"Kick~"

"Yes!"

Jiang Yanci stepped forward, raised his foot under Wenjiu's gaze, and used force!

With a buzzing sound, the closed door in front of him fell to the ground.

At the side door, Jiang Yanci's eyes met with a group of people who rushed over in a panic after hearing the noise.

He raised his eyebrows and curled his lips playfully: "Sorry, I can't control my strength."

"Pretend~" Wenjiu muttered softly, folded his hands and raised his feet to step over the steps in front of him and walked in.

"Jiang Yanci, who let you in! How dare you!" The person who ran over from the side door asked directly.

"I let you in." Wenjiu, who had already walked to the main seat, turned around and sat down elegantly by holding down the skirt behind when Zhou Zhilin looked over.

Seeing her action, Zhou Zhilin didn't care what Wenjiu said, and hurriedly stopped her angrily: "You are not allowed to sit down, get up!"

Unfortunately, when Zhou Zhilin finished speaking, Wenjiu had already sat steadily on the chair.

The girl raised her fair and slender right leg and placed it on her left knee. Her hand on the armrest rose and fell from time to time. She looked at the layout of the room leisurely, as if she didn't see Zhou Zhilin who was furious in front of her.

Being ignored to this extent, Zhou Zhilin could no longer restrain his anger.

He waved to the people around him, "Please ask this lady to get up."

"Uncle touches my people in front of me. Do you think I will still bow my head this time?"

Jiang Yanci stopped in front of the person Zhou Zhilin called, and the coldness in his eyebrows was as cold as ice.

To be honest, although Zhou Zhilin had heard of his nephew's bad reputation, Jiang Yanci always backed down in front of them in the past, so Zhou Zhilin really had no fear of him.

But today, seeing the hostility in Jiang Yanci's eyes, Zhou Zhilin couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He couldn't help but emphasize: "This is the Zhou family, I am your uncle!"

"Yes~" Wenjiu's voice came from behind Jiang Yanci: "You are his uncle, not my uncle."

"Jiang Yanci, come here."

Wenjiu called out, and the man's cold eyebrows softened. He ignored Zhou Zhilin's ugly face in front of him and walked to Wenjiu.

Wenjiu pursed his lips at another table across the tea table, and said: "Sit down."

Jiang Yanci was amused by her matter-of-fact tone, and then sat down beside her with a smile on his lips.