Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 392 - 390: The Money You Owe Me, Lawyers Connect

Chapter 392: Chapter 390: The Money You Owe Me, Lawyers Connect

Reporters were submitting their stories while broadcasting the incident live.

As it stands, Jiang Zhe’s behavior is the typical ingratitude of a scoundrel, truly despicable.

Regardless, one must not disregard the kindness of being raised.

Jiang Zhe asked, "Then you calculate it for me, how did I spend these 500,000?"

"You came to our family at the age of two, left at seventeen; for those entire fifteen years, the annual cost of food, clothing, utilities, education, and so on wasn’t too much averaging over 30,000 a year, was it? I was asking for just 500,000 considering you’re still a student, which is not a lot. If we really settle the accounts, it would be over a million."

This statement was made to keep a backup plan for asking for money in the future.

After Liang Jinlan finished speaking, she began to play the victim to draw sympathy, "I didn’t come to ask you for this money just because I wanted to, I was really compelled out of necessity, now I need to take medication again, so... cough cough, my health is bad, cough cough..."

"It was you who drove Jiang Zhe out yourselves! It was also you who brought out the revocation of the adoption agreement! You even said that from that point on, you’d go your separate ways!" Xia Enci retorted, red-faced with anger.

"It was me, so now I’m also driven by necessity..." Liang Jinlan said, her face unchanging.

Many people did indeed sympathize with her.

Jiang Zhe nodded, "Fine, 500,000 is okay."

Liang Jinlan was overjoyed.

"Previously, during my time with the Jiang Family, the wealth I created for you far exceeded nine digits. 500,000 is trivial, you can deduct it from that. Forget the change, just make sure the rest is paid into my account promptly," Jiang Zhe said nonchalantly.

Liang Jinlan was astonished, "What do you mean? Where did you create any wealth?"

"Everyone knows that you and your husband were only regular employees, with a monthly income that was just the city average. It was only after opening the clothing company more than a decade ago that you found success, and it was the designer J, who personally provided design drafts and business ideas, that founded it. You admit that, right?"

Liang Jinlan admitted it; she had mentioned it many times in previous interviews—to showcase her own abilities and attract dedicated talent.

"That’s true," Liang Jinlan nodded.

"Designer J required a service fee and dividends to be paid every year, is that right?"

"Yes, it is."

Jiang Zhe inquired, "Because J never claimed them, you never made those payments, right?"

Liang Jinlan indeed hadn’t made the payments; at first, she genuinely intended to pay, but after J declined several times, she treated it as if the matter didn’t exist.

That money was all spent by her on designer bags, luxury cars, frittered away to nothing.

"Yes, the payments weren’t made," Liang Jinlan became increasingly aware that something was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

She hastened to defend herself, "I offered it to him, but he declined voluntarily; it wasn’t my intention to withhold it."

"Now, you subtract the pending payments from the 500,000, and credit the balance to my account," Jiang Zhe said.

The onlooking students had already understood, "So... Jiang Zhe, are you saying that you’re actually designer J?"

"Impossible! Impossible!" Liang Jinlan was the first to deny it, "It can’t be her! Designer J was helping me when Jiang Zhe was only five years old, how could it be her?"

"It is me," Jiang Zhe remained calm and composed, "I was very grateful to you for adopting me and ’my sister’, seeing that the family wasn’t well-off, so I started to help out, to put the family on the right track to a better life, and I’ve been helping ever since. Since we’re settling accounts, then let’s do it properly."

Upon hearing Jiang Zhe’s categorical admission that she was designer J, the few die-hard fans of J in the class immediately surrounded her, eyes full of admiration.

They had never imagined that their idol was right beside them!

Liang Jinlan couldn’t believe her ears, how could Jiang Zhe possibly be J?

It definitely couldn’t be possible!

But deep down, she had already begun to piece together the connection; the Jiang Family’s business took off right after adopting Jiang Zhe.

It was at its most stable when Jiang Zhe was the busiest and when Jiang Fanyue often accompanied her at social events.

The decline of the Jiang Family’s fashion business began when she drove Jiang Zhe away, and it was from that moment that J directly ceased all collaboration with the Jiang Family, leading to design issues which were followed by one problem after another.

So, J was Jiang Zhe!

Jiang Zhe was designer J!

She once had a loyal money tree that asked for nothing in return, all for the benefit of the Jiang Family!

It was she who uprooted this money tree herself, leaving nothing behind!

At this moment, the word "regret" crawled on Liang Jinlan like maggots on a rotting wound, making her feel sick to her core.