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Chapter 1274 - 880 Style Remains (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

Chapter 1274: 880 Style Remains (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

All the other cars sped away quickly, but this unique Mercedes-Benz business car inevitably caught everyone’s attention.

"Shu Rui, is that your friend?"

Xu Siyi asked softly.

The other party had just made a phone call.

Moreover, those rich second-generation kids had all arrived in sports cars.

"Yeah."

Li Shuru responded briefly, "You all should know her too."

They also knew her?

Xu Siyi and the other women exchanged glances, all equally baffled.

The driver of the business car opened the door and stepped out, then quickly made his way to the back seat and bent down to open the door.

Afterward.

The confused Xu Siyi and the other women were momentarily stunned, inexplicably feeling that the woman stepping out of the car looked somewhat familiar.

Li Shuru walked forward.

"Isn’t she... the one from Shu Rui’s birthday last time..."

It was indeed the quick-witted beauty Zheng who immediately recognized her.

With her reminder, Xu Siyi and Guo Ran immediately remembered.

Exactly!

Wasn’t she the brash socialite who smashed that blood diamond at Shu Rui’s birthday party back then and even demanded 80 million yuan in compensation?!

Before they could fully process this revelation, Jiang Chen also stepped out of the car after that socialite.

Even though the nature of their current relationships was a mystery to these women, just seeing Jiang Chen was enough for Xu Siyi and the others to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Perhaps without even realizing it, they had grown to associate Jiang Chen with a sense of reassurance.

"Sister Qianqian."

Li Shuru walked up to her and greeted her with a smile, and Shi Qianxi responded in kind, her expression warm and amiable.

This scene of harmony made Jiang Chen’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Not to mention how completely unexpected it was for Xu Siyi and the others— even he himself felt a bit at a loss.

Seeing Li Shuru glance over, Jiang Chen quickly explained, "I just needed to ask her something."

"What’s going on?" Shi Qianxi inquired.

Li Shuru concisely explained the situation.

Jiang Chen remained silent, quietly listening and observing the array of luxury sports cars nearby.

Although he didn’t understand why his girlfriend had chosen to call Shi the Witch, since Shi Qianxi had been brought into the matter and even arrived in person, it wasn’t his place to intervene.

The course of events was straightforward and not particularly complicated, and Li Shuru wasn’t the type to exaggerate or lie about anything. She relayed everything factually and impartially, including her own actions of transferring money and smashing the car.

Hearing his girlfriend speak so boldly, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

Shi Qianxi’s eyes also momentarily lit up as she looked at her newly designated god-sister, appearing more and more fond of her.

She had to admit.

This girl.

Had a bit of her own commanding presence from back in the day.

Though there were still some subtle differences.

If it had been her, would she have paid by transfer?

After listening to Li Shuru’s account, Shi Qianxi turned her gaze toward the group of rich second-generation kids.

"Whose car is that?"

She pointed to the mangled SF90.

"Mine."

Du Jiahui, suppressing a strange, inexplicable sense of heaviness in his heart, raised his voice to reply.

Jiang Chen looked toward the owner of the car.

Shi Qianxi, looking sharp in her formal attire, glanced at him for a moment. She clearly didn’t recognize him, and then asked casually.

"Who’s your mom? Or who’s your dad?"

As the words hit the air.

The street instantly fell silent.

Du Jiahui froze in place, completely stunned.

Calling for reinforcements—

That would have been normal.

Everyone knows a few contacts here or there.

But what he never expected was that every woman he encountered today turned out to be more overbearing than the last.

Your mom or your dad.

Truly—

—A direct hit to the jugular.

The smashed car was honestly no big deal; after all, the payment had already been transferred. But to ask outright about someone’s parents—this was utter disdain.

Even though the other party was dressed in business attire, it was clear to see she wasn’t much older.

Du Jiahui’s face darkened, and he was about to respond with equal sharpness, but someone suddenly and forcefully yanked at him.

The retort "Who the hell are your parents?" got stuck in his throat.

Du Jiahui reflexively turned his head.

It was the guy wearing the Richard Mille, staring at Shi Qianxi intently with a solemn, even grim expression.

"What are you doing?"

Du Jiahui shook off his arm.

"That’s Sister Qianqian."

"Sister Qianqian?"

Du Jiahui repeated, confused.

"Tsk... That really might be Sister Qianqian!"

"You mean the one from Jin Hai?"

His voice trembled nervously.

Du Jiahui looked at those around him, perplexed, and then furrowed his brow.

He noticed that all his so-called brothers, for reasons he couldn’t comprehend, were inexplicably backing away, leaving him isolated. The pity in their gazes was unmistakable, almost as if they... felt sorry for him.

"Who is this Sister Qianqian anyway?"

For all their privilege, none of these rich kids were fools. Du Jiahui sensed something was off.

"You’ve been abroad all this time and haven’t returned for long. Sister Qianqian is the sole heir of the Shi Family from Jin Hai. If you’d come back a few years earlier, you might’ve been aware of her, but she’s now officially in charge of Jinhai Industry."

The sister may leave The Jianghu.

But The Jianghu still tells the sister’s legends.

The rich second-gen sporting the Richard Mille at least showed some loyalty. However, that was all he said before also stepping back.

Now things were crystal clear.

Moments ago, Du Jiahui had been surrounded by friends. Now the space around him was completely empty, as if he were carrying a contagious plague, leaving him utterly alone.

Du Jiahui stood in a daze, involuntarily swallowing hard.

Having spent so much time abroad, he truly had no prior dealings with this Sister Qianqian. Nor was he aware of the incredible feats she had once accomplished. But as someone from the East Sea, there was no way he hadn’t heard of Jinhai Industry.

"Are you deaf? Or do you not have parents?"

Shi Qianxi spoke up again.

Though she had left The Jianghu, her commanding presence had not diminished in the slightest.

Her "god-sister" had called her out for support for the first time. Out of both duty and emotion, she was determined to perform well.

Perhaps because of the sweltering heat or simply standing too long in the street, beads of sweat began to form on Du Jiahui’s forehead.

He finally understood the well-meaning intention behind his friend stopping him from speaking earlier.

He couldn’t answer her.

He absolutely couldn’t answer her.

Giving his parents’ names would only drag them into this mess.

Watching this absurd scene unfold, delivery man Xiao’s face was a picture of disbelief.

Could this really be a case of one mountain towering over another?

Shi Qianxi didn’t press further on whether he was deaf, mute, or possibly an orphan without parents. Instead, she instructed the driver to call in the traffic police.

"Have a tow truck brought over. Since none of them seem to want their cars anymore, send them straight to the shredding plant. That’ll clear up the traffic."

The traffic police officer, drenched in sweat and stammering, was at a loss for what to do.

Shi Qianxi surveyed the crowd. "Does anyone have any objections?"

A gaggle of carefree, privileged second-generation rich kids found themselves mute in unison. Not a single one dared speak up.

"You all must know who his parents are. He invited you here to swap out cars for new ones. If he refuses to follow through, go talk to his parents. If his parents won’t pay up, let me know who they are. I’ll help you get your money."

The street fell utterly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

In that moment, Jiang Chen finally understood why even someone like Sun Xiyu, one of the most elite scions in East Sea, had always kept a respectful distance from this Witch.

Though she had been forced to return home and inherit the family business, retreating from The Jianghu, once she stepped back into the scene, her dominance remained unparalleled.