Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 393 - 390: The Money You Owe Me, Lawyers Connect_2

Chapter 393: Chapter 390: The Money You Owe Me, Lawyers Connect_2

If I hadn’t driven Jiang Zhe away back then, if I had driven Jiang Fanyue away instead...

She couldn’t afford to think too much about it; even a fleeting thought made her head feel like exploding, as she was on the verge of being completely swallowed by a black hole of regret, with nowhere to hide.

Zhang Lingling hadn’t expected this outcome either. She originally thought that Liang Jinlan’s arrival would have made Jiang Zhe taste defeat, thereby affecting his studies at school.

But the result was quite the opposite.

Standing by the side, she asked with concern, "Jiang Zhe, are you really designer J?"

Her tone was one of concern.

But deep down, it was Liang Jinlan’s skepticism she was representing.

Indeed, as soon as Liang Jinlan heard this, she immediately asked, "You say you are J, how can you prove it? How do you prove your claim? How do we know you’re not an imposter, just trying to evade responsibility?"

Jiang Zhe tilted his head, and Xia Enci quickly rushed to Liang Jinlan’s side, saying, "You have J’s phone number, right?"

She snatched the phone from Liang Jinlan’s hand and dialed directly.

The room fell silent, except for the ringing of Jiang Zhe’s cell phone, which was exceptionally clear among the gathered crowd.

Liang Jinlan was at a complete loss for words.

The others, who had felt some sympathy for Liang Jinlan, now looked at her with nothing but disdain.

In that short exchange and story alone, it was clear that Jiang Zhe was the one holding up the entire family, earning money and supporting them.

It was common knowledge how booming the Jiang Family’s clothing business was in the past, often mentioned alongside Xu Jin’s name, almost at the top of the fashion industry.

And her? Just by considering how she managed to run the family business into the ground, and is now demanding so-called child support from Jiang Zhe, it’s evident how hostile the environment must have been for Jiang Zhe in the Jiang Family before.

Xia Enci threw Liang Jinlan’s phone back into her arms and said, "Heh, do you understand now? Remember, pay back the money!"

"My lawyer will contact her," Jiang Zhe said indifferently, "Let’s go."

As soon as Liang Jinlan heard that a lawyer would be contacting her for the money, her legs gave out, and she could no longer stand.

How could she possibly repay so much money?

And the lawyer Jiang Zhe could afford would undoubtedly be someone she could not possibly resist... Liang Jinlan’s vision darkened.

The students, who had initially felt some sympathy for her, now only wished to spit on her.

Zhang Lingling hurriedly left this troublesome place.

Because there were reporters on the scene, the campus forum and social media were broadcasting this drama through text.

Online, just like the onsite spectators, most initally took Liang Jinlan’s side, directing their blame at Jiang Zhe.

But when Jiang Zhe’s identity as designer J was revealed, everyone’s attitude flipped immediately.

"The Jiang Family has always depended on J, everyone knows that. Without J, there would have been no way for the Jiang Family’s business to prosper over the years."

"Right, and the collaboration between J and Xu Jin has always been pretty close, no wonder Xu Jin and Jiang Zhe got along so well before."

"So you’re telling me, Jiang Zhe was able to design those clothes when she was only five years old?"

"Nothing is impossible, just think about her acing the college entrance exam with full marks."

"Nothing is impossible, just think about her using high school methods to solve problems on her elementary school tests."

"Nothing is impossible, just think, Xu Jin’s songs are all her creations. She wasn’t much older back then, right?"

"I’m on my knees!"

"Jiang Zhe, can I call you ’my love’?"

"If only God had given me a sliver of Jiang Zhe’s talent when creating me, I wouldn’t still be stressing about getting into school."

Instead of the expected torrent of abuse against Jiang Zhe on the internet, the outcome was completely the opposite.

Jiang Fanyue had been following the situation closely when Liang Jinlan went to find Jiang Zhe.

As soon as reports surfaced, she quickly logged in, eager to see Jiang Zhe getting scolded.

But what she found in the comment section were heaps of such messages.

Upon learning that Jiang Zhe was none other than designer J, Jiang Fanyue’s breath caught, and she froze.

The luxurious life she once enjoyed as the wealthy young lady was all thanks to Jiang Zhe.

And all that, alongside Jiang Zhe’s departure, had been taken away by him.

She bit her lip viciously, feeling a gaping emptiness inside; why hadn’t Jiang Zhe spoken up before? Why had he kept it hidden from her? She was his own sister, yet he had been so cold-hearted!

...

In the dormitory.

Xia Enci poured Jiang Zhe a glass of water: "Drink a little to soothe your throat; it’s rare to hear you talk so much."

Jiang Zhe accepted it.

Zhang Lingling’s face was flushed with embarrassment: "I’m really sorry, I had no idea Liang Jinlan was that kind of person. I mistakenly thought she was just a relative of Jiang Zhe who was here to visit."