Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 147 - 147 147 Innately Rotten to the Core

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Innately Rotten to the Core Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Innately Rotten to the Core “Go in, we agreed, just dinner tonight, no drinking.”

“Okay, okay,” Yang Feiliu raised both hands in surrender.

As soon as the two of them appeared, they caught the attention of Gu Jiaheng and Jiang Fanyue.

Yang Feiliu had an expressive face and brimmed with enthusiasm, while Jiang Zhe was completely indifferent.

But both possessed the same beauty, especially Jiang Zhe, whose casual elegance was flamboyant and unrestrained.

Jiang Fanyue had a harmless and simple girl-next-door kind of face, which was pretty, but paled in comparison to the more intense beauty, making it seem insipid.

She had always resented the unfairness of fate, wondering why sisters from the same family could look so different.

Jiang Zhe was always the center of attention, whereas she could only play a supporting role.

Now, she had finally worked her way into the protagonist’s position and had no intention of giving it up easily.

Seeing Gu Jiaheng’s eyes fixed on Jiang Zhe and not moving away, she stifled her sorrow and shook his arm, “Brother Jiaheng.”

Gu Jiaheng snapped out of it, realizing he had been staring at Jiang Zhe for too long.

“Let’s go over and say hello,” he said, heading towards Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Fanyue had no choice but to follow.

“Jiang Zhe.”

“Sister.”

Jiang Zhe had not yet looked over when Yang Feiliu glanced in their direction first, seeing a young man and woman who looked alright to the average person, but utterly plain in Yang Feiliu’s eyes.

As someone who highly valued beauty, Yang Feiliu lost interest upon seeing such mediocrity and said, “Xiaozhe, they’re looking for you.”

Upon noticing her dismissive attitude and frivolous dress, Gu Jiaheng realized she must be one of Jiang Zhe’s so-called friends from the orphanage.

Her friends were all the same, either rude or arrogantly condescending, with no regard for others—as the saying goes, what manners can one expect from those without parents?

Sensing Gu Jiaheng’s contempt, Yang Feiliu looked at him, thinking, she hadn’t looked down on him, yet he dared to scorn her?

“You’re Gu Jiaheng, right?” Yang Feiliu asked.

Gu Jiaheng’s expression softened slightly. Jiang Zhe had mentioned him to her friends?

It seemed he was right, she wasn’t as indifferent to him as she appeared.

“I am. On behalf of myself and the Jiang Family, I welcome Jiang Zhe here today,” Gu Jiaheng replied with more courtesy.

“Oh, as they say, ‘the face is the index of the mind,’ and judging by your looks, you really don’t seem to be a good person,” Yang Feiliu said, setting the tone with one glance.

Gu Jiaheng’s face darkened, but since she was a woman, it wasn’t appropriate for him, with his status, to argue.

Jiang Fanyue spoke up to defend Gu Jiaheng, “Appearance is determined at birth, but character can be cultivated. If we don’t look like good people to you, then what does dressing frivolously and inappropriately for the occasion suggest?”

Yang Feiliu took off her sunglasses and glanced at her, “Oh, are you talking about my outfit? This is called fashion, understand? Right, I forgot, a family that copies others’ designs probably doesn’t know what fashion is, so I forgive your ignorance. My character is indeed cultivated, but for some, it’s probably rotten from the bone, isn’t it?”

Yang Feiliu had been holding back these words for a while, and finally, she had the chance to deliver them in person.

Jiang Fanyue’s face turned a mixture of red and pale. She had always taken a gentle approach and wasn’t good at direct confrontations, especially not wanting Gu Jiaheng to see her at her worst.

Luckily, Gu Jiaheng spoke up, “Alright, there’s no point in squabbling like this. Since you’re a friend of Jiang Zhe, we’ll still offer you our politeness. Please, go inside first and take a seat. I have a few words to say to Jiang Zhe.”

“Go inside and take a seat?” Yang Feiliu glanced at the banner hanging in the southwest hall, “A farewell dinner for Jiang Zhe’s return to her biological family?”

She looked toward Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe also hadn’t expected their dinner to be today, let alone at this place.

All she wanted was to find a restaurant that didn’t serve alcohol to have a meal with Yang Feiliu.

From the look in Jiang Zhe’s eyes, Yang Feiliu understood what kind of trashy dinner party this was.

Under the guise of Jiang Zhe’s name, was there anything done that was actually good for Jiang Zhe?

“Let’s go in,” Gu Jiaheng was already running out of patience to dally with them.

“To hell? We’re not interested,” Yang Feiliu raised an eyebrow, “Jiang Zhe and I planned to get together this weekend for a casual catch-up. Bye-bye to you then.”

After saying that, she turned and walked toward the second floor.

Jiang Zhe followed at her own unhurried pace.

“Jiang Zhe!” Gu Jiaheng called her name but received no response.

Jiang Fanyue felt a surge of unpleasant feelings. What did Jiang Zhe mean by this?

Did she come here specifically to not enter the restaurant, or did she have some trick up her sleeve for later?

Or was she planning to come in halfway through the dinner to announce to the world that Jiang Fanyue wasn’t born to the Jiang Family either, and that she should return to her place in Wangjia Alley with her?

The thought of this made Jiang Fanyue shudder with fear.

Her face turned ashen, grasping her trembling fingers tightly.

Gu Jiaheng took her hand, “I’m here for you.”

Jiang Fanyue felt somewhat reassured, but the deep-seated fear in her heart could not be dispelled.

Later, when she entertained the guests, her mood remained unsettled.

If Jiang Zhe were to attend the dinner, she could have anticipated and prevented any mishaps. Jiang Zhe’s absence hung over her like the Sword of Damocles, unseen yet looming—a tremendous pressure that was near impossible to defend against.

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Once upstairs, Yang Feiliu said, “Those two are idiots, right? Thinking we came here for them?”

“Oh, I’m not, so I don’t know what they’re thinking,” Jiang Zhe pulled out a chair and sat down.

“I love your devastating wit!” Yang Feiliu took a seat, picked up the menu, and found her gaze involuntarily drawn to the red wine on the subsequent pages.

Feeling Jiang Zhe’s cold gaze, she quickly flipped back to the previous page, “Want fish?”

“You pick,” Jiang Zhe said.

Then she slowly added, “Except for alcohol.”

After ordering, Yang Feiliu leaned in close to Jiang Zhe without much decorum, “Really not taking any jobs recently?”

“Don’t need money.”

Jiang Zhe had always been like this, taking jobs as fate would have it.

Sometimes, in a good mood, she could take on anything.

But when she didn’t feel like it, not even the king of heaven could persuade her otherwise.

“You couldn’t have been crazed by the honey trap and plan to live in Qin Jingchen’s beehive from now on, could you?”

Jiang Zhe felt a bit annoyed, “Don’t mention him.”

“What, you’ve had a fight? Wait up, I’ll go sort him out!”

If there was a fight, it had to be Qin Jingchen’s fault.

“It’s fine, sit down,” Jiang Zhe said indifferently.

Yang Feiliu sat back down, “It’s strange indeed, is there really someone you can’t handle? Where did he piss you off?”

Jiang Zhe couldn’t quite explain it.