Chapter 177 The Jealousy Jar Completely Explodes! Do they think I don't exist?!
The scene in the courtyard was like a series of poisoned flying knives, piercing his heart with precision and without mercy.
"This is outrageous!"
Jiang Jianguo let out a silent roar in his heart that almost tore his throat apart.
"This is absolutely outrageous!"
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the plate of Longjing shrimp on the stone table, which was now only half full.
The shrimp were stir-fried until they were translucent, with a glistening, tempting sheen on the surface.
The leaves of Longjing tea are emerald green and exude a fresh and sweet fragrance that can be clearly smelled even through high walls and cold winds.
That's the irresistible aroma that comes from the collision of top-quality ingredients and perfect cooking time.
Jiang Jianguo swallowed hard, unable to control himself.
His dry Adam's apple bobbed up and down in the cold wind, producing an extremely loud swallowing sound.
He's been standing right under this broken wall, exposed to the northwest wind for over two hours!
I hadn't eaten breakfast, and now the stomach acid in my stomach is churning up to my head.
These people actually sat there comfortably, eating and drinking well, without even leaving him a drop of soup!
No.
There was nothing there.
Only the tantalizing aroma of food filling the yard kept tantalizing his senses.
Jiang Jianguo gritted his teeth, feeling a stinging sensation in his eyes.
But what followed was even more despairing and suffocating for him.
He watched helplessly as his wife, Song Wan, who was usually arrogant and always acted like a professor from Peking University, stood there with a dignified air.
He was holding a rough pottery teacup with a beaming smile.
There was none of the oppressive feeling that was originally promised: "When the Empress Dowager goes to war, not a blade of grass will grow."
Instead, he acted like a humble junior seeking knowledge, chatting with that brat surnamed Lin about Song Dynasty history!
Although Jiang Jianguo didn't understand those fancy academic terms.
But after being married to Song Wan for so many years, he understands his wife's micro-expressions all too well.
Song Wan's slight raising of her eyebrows, her unconsciously leaning forward while sitting.
That was a rare display she would show when she encountered someone she found extremely congenial, or even when she was completely impressed by their knowledge.
Back in the day, countless so-called talented scholars and masters in the capital would visit us with rare and unique calligraphy and paintings.
Song Wan didn't even bother to give them a second glance. After drinking half a cup of tea, she coldly served the tea and saw the guest off.
But now?
That kid in the cheap white shirt just casually rambled on about blank spaces and bracket sets.
Song Wan nodded repeatedly as she listened, her eyes filled with the fervent light of someone who had found a priceless treasure.
It wasn't just Song Wan.
Those two shameless old guys next to him, Wang Cuncun and Zhou Yang.
These two academic titans, who usually look down on others in academia and don't even give him, a billionaire, much face.
Now they're acting like two kindergarten kids waiting for candy, holding their rice bowls and excitedly agreeing.
That shameless Zhou Yang even gave a thumbs up!
Jiang Jianguo's eyes almost bled from looking at it.
What is this?
What happened to the promised three-way trial? How did it turn into an academic seminar?
What happened to the promise of showering people with money? How did it turn into a situation where finding a kindred spirit is so difficult?
In this courtyard house, bathed in warm sunlight and filled with laughter.
In this harmonious and peaceful family, where they seemed to be of the same lineage, enjoying a tranquil life together.
He, Jiang Jianguo, is the helmsman of a large corporation and the absolute head of the Jiang family.
I've become a completely miserable outsider, not even qualified to sit at the table!
It was as if his existence was completely superfluous to that family.
What truly broke Jiang Jianguo's defenses and made him so angry he felt like vomiting blood was his leaky little cotton-padded jacket.
His beloved daughter, Jiang Ruoyun.
From childhood to adulthood, this girl was a cold and aloof little princess in the Jiang family mansion, untouched by worldly affairs.
Even eating a grape requires the aunt to peel it, remove the seeds, and carefully place it on a crystal plate before serving it.
Even when he, as the father, comes home drunk from social engagements, he's in so much pain that he keeps groaning.
At most, the girl would coldly toss out a sentence like, "Drink less, don't cause trouble for the company," and then turn around and go upstairs indifferently.
When have I ever seen her serve anyone?!
But now!
The scene before Jiang Jianguo's eyes was pushing his psychological limits as a father to the limit.
He saw that Jiang Ruoyun was not only dressed in a very unrefined floral apron with a common, street-style vibe, but also...
He even stood beside Lin Mo in an extremely obsequious manner.
Holding the insulated purple clay teapot in her hand, her eyes were constantly fixed on Lin Mo's teacup.
If there's a little too little water, I immediately stand on tiptoe and carefully refill it.
Lin Mo didn't even speak, but simply raised his hand slightly, as if he felt a little hot.
The girl then precisely handed over a folded tissue.
Not only did she hand him a tissue, but her usually aloof eyes, capable of making her competitors cry, were now overflowing with pink bubbles of adoration!
It was a sticky feeling, like wanting to melt your whole body into that kid's.
"A daughter is like a bird that flies away when she grows up... A daughter is like a bird that flies away when she grows up! Ahhh!"
Jiang Jianguo was so angry that he was trembling all over, his teeth grinding together.
Even the dilapidated shared bicycle beneath my feet emitted a dangerous and fragile creaking sound.
He felt his blood pressure soaring at 180 miles per hour.
The string of reason in my brain has been stretched to its limit and is about to snap completely.
He wanted to roar right now.
He jumped directly off the three-meter-high wall.
Filled with rage, she landed steadily beside the old stone table.
Then he flipped over the plate of Longjing shrimp that was now just a bottom.
Pointing his finger at Lin Mo's nose, he unleashed the overwhelming aura of the richest man in Beijing and gave him a severe dressing-down!
"Stay away from my wife and daughter!"
"Don't try to fool my family with these charlatan tricks!"
This domineering and awe-inspiring scene replayed countless times in Jiang Jianguo's mind.
He even designed the perfect opening line and movement after jumping down.
but……
The cold winds of reality instantly extinguished his passionate fantasy.
Jiang Jianguo lowered his head with difficulty and glanced at his current appearance.
He was wearing an orange-red sanitation worker's vest.
The vest was covered in unidentified oil and dust, and emitted a nauseating, rancid smell.
His appearance hardly resembles that of a powerful and influential tycoon in Beijing.
He looked exactly like a homeless person who had just climbed over the wall of some garbage dump to steal things!
If he were to jump right now in this horribly disfigured state...
Jiang Jianguo couldn't help but shiver violently.
The image of Song Wan's cold, sharp eyes, which seemed capable of scraping away layers of bone, instantly flashed into my mind.
Once Song Wan catches them in the act.
They discovered that the dignified head of the Jiang family was actually wearing a smelly sanitation worker's uniform, riding a dilapidated bicycle that was about to fall apart, and had been spying on people for two hours under the wall.
The devastating consequences are simply unimaginable.
Song Wan would absolutely not give him any face.
She would use the most elegant and vulgar vocabulary to belittle him mercilessly in front of outsiders.
Then they'll kick him out without a second thought, and might even change the locks on the house overnight.
What's more, there are those two big-mouthed old geezers, Wang Cuncun and Zhou Yang, in the courtyard.
In less than half an afternoon.
The epic joke of Beijing's richest man being caught red-handed spying on his son-in-law by climbing over a wall.
It will spread like wildfire, reaching every golf course and top private club in the entire Beijing area.
This is the old face that Jiang Jianguo has earned through most of his life's struggle.
Even if you throw it directly into the Pacific Ocean and sand it for three days and three nights, it will never be clean!
Thinking about this...
Jiang Jianguo had just felt that surge of heroic ambition to overturn the table without regard for anything else.
In an instant, it was like a balloon punctured by Rong Momo with a needle, deflated completely with a gust of cold wind.
The heavy burden of being the richest man, and the deep-seated reverence he holds for his wife.
Like two invisible steel nails, they firmly pinned him to this desolate wall.
dilemma.
I'm too scared to jump, but I'm also unwilling to turn around and leave. I'm so unwilling!
The autumn wind gradually picked up, slapping his cheeks wildly against the bare branches of the tree on the wall.
Jiang Jianguo could only close his bloodshot eyes in despair.
He opened his mouth and bit down hard on the sour-smelling collar of the orange sanitation worker's vest.
Only in this way can I hold back from breaking down and crying on the spot.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Blown by the merciless cold wind, it slid down the corner of my eye and seeped into my chapped lips, tasting incredibly salty.
He shivered in the cold wind like an old quail that had been ruthlessly abandoned by the whole world.
It wasn't just the physical cold, but also the unspeakable grievances in my mind.
Extreme grievance.
Why should Jiang Jianguo suffer such inhuman torment?
Isn't he just afraid that his naive daughter will be deceived by a young man, and that his innocent wife will suffer outside?
Could it be that he, as a father and husband, is...
To maintain this family and protect the Jiang family's property, they endured wind and sun and bore humiliation outside.
Did I really do something wrong?
"No!"
Jiang Jianguo let out a mournful cry in his heart and shook his head fiercely.
"I will never admit defeat!"
"It's all that brat Lin Mo's fault!"
"He must have used some kind of shady sorcery to bewitch my family!"
"As long as I, Jiang Jianguo, have a breath left in my body, you can forget about entering the Jiang family smoothly!"
The father-in-law's unreasonable competitive spirit was completely distorted and amplified at this moment.
This formed a stubborn obsession that was both ridiculously absurd and incredibly persistent.
However, despite the obsession, the physical limits of the human body are real.
In order to avoid making a sound and revealing their identity.
Jiang Jianguo could only continue to maintain that comical pose of standing on one leg like a golden rooster.
He endured the tingling and numb sensation in his legs, which felt like a million ants were biting him at once and almost made him faint on the spot.
He clenched his teeth tightly, beads of cold sweat streaming down his forehead, struggling to hold on.
Just as his left leg was about to completely lose all feeling and he was about to fall to the ground.
The lively atmosphere of conversation inside the wall suddenly took a subtle turn.
The chatter in the courtyard gradually subsided.
Instead, there were a few crisp clinking sounds as teacups were placed back on the stone table.
The dinner party seemed to have finally come to an end.
Through the gaps in the withered vines, Jiang Jianguo strained to open his eyes wide.
He saw Song Wan place the rough pottery teacup in her hand steadily on the table.
She straightened the hem of her coat, a calm smile on her face, and slowly stood up.