Going Wild After My Husband Fakes His Death - Chapter 17
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Chapter 17: Using my Ex-husband’s Inheritance To Support You
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“There’s no need to make things difficult for them at the hotel. After all, they’re family. It won’t look good if they fall out like this.”
Gong Xueming caught the key word. At the hotel, he asked, “So you’re saying that we can make things difficult for them in other ways?”
“You’re really a talent.”
Jiang Yi glanced at him with a half-smile, which made Gong Xueming’s heart tremble. He couldn’t help but ask again, “Then I’ll go and arrange for people?”
“Wait for a while.” She narrowed her eyes and thought for a moment. “You go and keep an eye on the case in Chu Yun town. When the case is over, let Zeng Ying handle it.”
“That little girl?”
“Yes, let Hengjiang pay for it.”
Jiang Yi could see that although Zeng Ying looked careless and looked like a gangster, she had her own pride and bottom line. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have rejected her good intentions of giving her a room.
She did not expect to hear the good news that her brother was not dead. Zeng Fangying had not only raised her brother and her, but also saved their lives.
Since Zeng Ying was not willing to accept the house, she could only use other ways to give Zeng Ying money.
However, the old lady remembered that the person who adopted her brother was a doctor with the surname Lin. She could not provide any other clues, making it difficult for Jiang Yi to find where Jiang Ru was.
However, since he wasn’t dead, there would be a day when they would meet again.
Thinking of this matter, the annoyance between Jiang Yi’s brows faded a little.
Gong Xueming went to do some work. Jiang Yi played the game for the whole afternoon and dropped from King to Star Glory rank. She almost beat Qin Jinchen until the stars were all out.
She was so angry that she smashed her phone.
Song Rao was broadcasting tonight and his expression was a little cold. When he talked about the legal provisions, he was like a heartless law-reciting machine. He was emotionless and the live broadcast was extremely boring.
[ I’m going to sleep. ]
[ me too. Fortunately, Professor Song’s good looks can hold me up. ]
[ I only heard it now because of my lawyer Song. ]
[ Jiang 800: Can I move when executing the execution? ]
[ ! ! ! ]
[ She’s coming! She’s coming! The rich lady is coming! ]
[ Hahahaha, the rich lady’s brain is different from US mortals. ]
Seeing the luxurious bullet screen with a gold-rimmed gemstone frame, the fans suddenly became active as if they had been injected with stimulants.
Song Rao’s voice, which was narrating the law, paused for a moment. He pushed up his glasses to cover the flash of light in his pitch-black eyes. Then, he chuckled.
[ Ah ah f*ck, my husband is laughing. Why is he so handsome! ]
[ oh my God, Professor Song is actually laughing. Is it because he saw the first on the list? ]
[ it’s over, it’s over. Professor song has indeed given in to money. ]
When Jiang Yi saw that Song Rao did not say anything, she directly rewarded him with five consecutive rockets and several cruise ships. The bullet screen was filled with exclamations of shock. The screen was filled with special effects that covered Song Rao’s figure.
[ ? ? ? ? ? ? ]
[ ? ? ? ? ? ? ]
[ how much money does this girl have? I’m really jealous. ]
When Song Rao saw that the screen was filled with special effects, he frowned. “Don’t waste money.”
[ Jiang 800: it’s fine. I have an inheritance worth 80 billion. ]
[ Jiang 800: using my ex-husband’s inheritance to support you. ]
Seeing the word ‘ex-husband’, Song Rao’s mood wasn’t very good. He said coldly, “No need. I don’t need this little bit of money from you.”
[ My God, Professor Song is so tough. 80 billion! ! ! ]
[80 billion is this bit of money? ? ? ]
[ I got it. This is called eating soft food while eating hard food. ]
Jiang Yi gave him a few more rockets. Song Rao rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache. “Send me a private message on WeChat. I’ll return the money to you.”