The next day.
The four of them sat together for breakfast, thinking about last night's events. Rui Rui deliberately asked Jiang Nanfang.
"Mommy, how did things go with Grandpa?"
"Didn't you say that day he took something of yours and wouldn't give it back? Has he returned it yet?"
The children were indeed more conscientious than Zhan Beijue, remembering what happened that day.
Jiang Nanfang glanced at the cold-blooded and heartless Zhan Beijue, and comforted Rui Rui.
"You don't need to worry about grown-ups' matters. Mommy has her own ways of solving them. You just go to school with peace of mind, and Mommy will tell you when it's all settled, okay?"
"Mommy isn't going to his house alone again, is she? Grandpa has no martial ethics and isn't a proper father. Don't go find him again."
"What if he gets violent with you... We don't want to see Mommy get hurt."
The children were so considerate from the moment they opened their eyes, which warmed Jiang Nanfang's heart and made her nose sting.
She kissed Rui Rui on the forehead and said, "Don't worry, Mommy won't do anything reckless. Mommy knows how to protect herself best."
After breakfast, she sent the children to school. Jiang Nanfang didn't say another word to Zhan Beijue and they parted ways immediately for their respective companies.
In the car, thinking about yesterday's news report, Zhan Beijue personally took out his phone and searched for it.
Before Jiang Nanfang even reached the company, she received a call from Zhou Jinxiu.
The matter had been settled.
The incident of Jiang Zhenjun, the unscrupulous boss who wronged his employees, had now reached the top of the trending search, urging her to go and see it.
Jiang Nanfang pulled the car over and opened Weibo. As expected, she saw that the topic had already garnered over 300 million clicks.
All netizens were furious and condemned Jiang Zhenjun for being an irresponsible boss towards his employees. Major marketing accounts also rushed to repost, capitalizing on the traffic.
In an instant, Jiang Zhenjun's entire past was dug up and exposed.
Even how he started his business, how he treated his ex-wife, and how he ended up with his Indian wife were all revealed, leading to widespread mockery and condemnation online.
With such immense pressure from public opinion, Jiang Zhenjun must have been as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. It was the perfect time for negotiation, and Jiang Nanfang certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.
There were no major issues at the company today, so she could go later.
She drove to the Jiang family villa and discovered that the entrance was even more garish than yesterday.
Not only was there paint on the ground, but a lot of feces had also been thrown, along with many eggs and vegetable leaves.
The once beautiful gate was now dirty and smelly, smeared with all sorts of mess.
Even the ornamental trees in the yard were covered in filth.
Evil gets its just deserts.
Seeing this, Jiang Nanfang felt nothing but refreshed.
She heard people arguing loudly inside the house. The door was unlocked.
Jiang Nanfang kicked the door open with her foot. Just as she was about to go in, Jiang Zhenjun ran out of the house.
After just one day apart, he had shaved his head.
With a handsome hairstyle to accentuate it, he looked quite young.
Suddenly sporting a bald head, paired with a dark sleepwear and a troubled expression, he instantly looked like a middle-aged man.
Seeing her, Jiang Zhenjun was furious: "Jiang Nanfang, how dare you show your face here!"
"Don't you want to see me? Don't you want to talk to me about the inheritance?"
Jiang Nanfang looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"I knew it! It was you!"
"I'm your own father! To treat me with such despicable methods, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Jiang Nanfang sneered: "Don't forget how you treated my mother, and how you treated me back then."
"Divine retribution? If the Thunder God's eyes were truly that bright, you would have been struck down eight hundred times already. What do I have to be afraid of?"
Jiang Zhenjun: "You!"
"Don't think I'll be scared of you just because of this! There's nothing to talk about! I'd rather burn all of this or donate it than give you a single cent!"
"You're going against me? Dream on!"
Jiang Nanfang knew he wouldn't give up that easily and said coolly.
"I've already hired a lawyer. Your meager fortune isn't even enough to compensate the workers. I wasn't expecting to get anything anyway."
"Since you're so fearless and insisting on this, then we'll see each other in court. It's a pity, I actually wanted to leave you with a shred of dignity."
"Husband, what's there to say to her? She's a ruthless, ungrateful wretch. We shouldn't have raised her; we should have beaten her to death!"
Zeng Jiahui, hearing the commotion, suddenly ran out of the house.
Who would have thought the couple was so affectionate, even sporting matching buzz cuts.
Her beautiful curly hair was nowhere to be seen, and she wasn't wearing any makeup today. Appearing with a bald head and a bare face, her comical look almost made Jiang Nanfang laugh.
"After one night, are you two feeling so much pressure that all your hair has fallen out?"
"You wretch, it's all your doing! You actually sneaked into our house while we were asleep and shaved my head! You're simply asking for death!"
Saying this, Zeng Jiahui stomped on the dirty debris and rushed to the door, reaching out to grab Jiang Nanfang.
"Husband! Pull her inside and shave her head too! She's your elder, and she's made me suffer such humiliation. If you don't avenge me today, I won't live! This is too much!"
Jiang Nanfang nimbly dodged her, casually plucked a piece of vegetable leaf from the door, and threw it at her face.
"Get lost, don't touch me. Be careful, or I'll slap you. Don't provoke me."
"Husband! Did you see that? Come and help me!"
Jiang Zhenjun gritted his teeth and was about to step forward when another person with a shiny, bald head ran out of the house.
"Mom, leave it to me!"
Jiang Xingchen had also shaved his head...
Seeing the three of them acting so abnormally, as if their nerves had been stimulated and were malfunctioning, Jiang Nanfang felt a little panicked.
Even with her martial arts training, she was no match for the three of them combined.
It seemed her visit today was a bit hasty, and a tough battle was inevitable.
With her son backing her up, Zeng Jiahui boldly cursed.
"You little wretch, just as shameless as your mother! If I could handle her back then, I can handle you today! You want to fight me? If I'm not doing well, you won't either. Come in here! Let me beat you to death!"
Jiang Nanfang was used to being scolded since childhood; she didn't care how others insulted her.
But when it came to her mother!
Hadn't she suffered enough?
And this usurper had the nerve to curse her mother?
Regardless of how many people there were, Jiang Nanfang rolled up her sleeves and grabbed Zeng Jiahui, ready to fight her.
At the critical moment, outside the door, a row of gleaming black cars suddenly stopped in unison.
Although the people didn't show up immediately, judging by the brand new and uniquely designed, leading global limited edition sports car, one could guess who had arrived.
Zhan Beijue.
What the hell was going on between him and Jiang Nanfang?
They had made such a huge scene back then, so how come after a few years apart, they were inexplicably reconciled?
All the bodyguards alighted and stood neatly in two rows by the car doors.
The car door was opened, and Zhan Beijue, wearing sunglasses, walked out of the car with a somber expression.
With such an imposing presence, Zeng Jiahui was so scared that she couldn't move upon seeing him.
The ground was dirty, with nowhere to step.
Seeing that the CEO's shoes were about to get dirty, A Cheng hastily took off his jacket and placed it in front of Zhan Beijue's feet.
Everyone followed suit, one after another, laying out a path of clothes for Zhan Beijue to walk to the main entrance.
Zhan Beijue, with a blank expression, walked onto the clothes and gestured towards Jiang Nanfang with his chin.
"Jiang Nanfang, come here."
Jiang Nanfang's shoes were dirty, but seeing Zhan Beijue personally come to support her and avoid a major fight, she quickly turned and walked over.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhan Beijue, he looked at Jiang Zhenjun and lightly parted his lips.
"Everything you see now was orchestrated by me. If you think this warning isn't enough, I don't mind adding some more significant blows."
"How about it? Have you had a night to consider? Can you do as she says?"