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Chapter 327 'Angry Rebuttal' to Jiang Nansun (Please Subscribe!)
Jiang Nansun grabbed Lin Yuan's wrist and exerted force. Lin Yuan flipped his hand and grabbed her hand in return, using the force to sit up.

Jiang Nansun was somewhat surprised, not expecting Lin Yuan to get up so readily without any hesitation.

As a result, she developed a strange and inexplicable fondness for Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan looked at her calmly: "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean, 'what's wrong?' Jiang Nansun retorted, but her hand didn't loosen its grip. 'This is my bed!'"

Getting Lin Yuan to sit up wasn't enough; she had no intention of letting him continue occupying her bed.

"So what?" Lin Yuan's tone carried a hint of nonchalant assertiveness. "I can't exactly go and sleep in your grandma's and your mom's bed, can I?"

Jiang Nansun stared at the shallow crease beneath him, her nose wrinkling with anger and frustration: "You've messed up my bed!"

Lin Yuan thought to himself, "She really has the temper of a princess." He gently pulled Jiang Nansun to sit down on the bedside.

"According to you, since it's already a mess, and the housekeeper will clean it up anyway, you don't need to worry about it, so why are you in such a hurry?"

Jiang Nansun reluctantly let go of Lin Yuan's hand, glaring at him angrily, feeling sullen but helpless.

If she were to complain, her family would most likely think she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

After all, Lin Yuan's wealth was undeniable, coupled with his handsome appearance, confident demeanor, and charming personality, radiating captivating allure from the inside out.

But once inside the room, it was as if they had shed their pretense, become more relaxed and at ease, and returned to their true selves.

Strangely enough, this slightly offensive gesture was still within her acceptable range. On the contrary, this contrast made her even more curious about him.

Lin Yuan patted her on the back and said casually, "If there's nothing else, you can leave now."

Jiang Nansun didn't move, but turned to look at him: "I have something to ask you."

Lin Yuan raised his chin: "Speak."

“I did as you said last time, and Zhang Anren drew up blueprints all night, but my aunt still refused to hand over the guesthouse to Zhang Anren to build.”

Lin Yuan nodded slightly: "I'm going to sleep."

Jiang Nansun glared at him angrily, her cheeks puffed out slightly, giving her a somewhat childish and adorable look: "You asked me to speak, but you won't answer yourself?"

"I'm going to sleep," Lin Yuan said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And another thing I mean is, go get me a cup of coffee. Maybe then I won't be sleepy anymore, and I won't have to mess around with your bed. I can even help you answer your questions again."

Jiang Nansun pursed her lips, and stood up with a hint of temper: "You wait."

Two minutes later, she returned with the cup, and Lin Yuan was already sitting at his desk.

Jiang Nansun placed the cup on the desk in front of him and stood aside with his arms crossed.

Lin Yuan glanced at the contents of the cup and frowned. "I asked you to make coffee, not sesame paste. Surely you can tell the difference between coffee and sesame paste?"

Jiang Nansun couldn't help but chuckle, then immediately straightened her face and said, "You're the one who can't tell the difference. This is coffee. I'm already being kind by making it for you. Besides, you haven't even tasted it, how do you know it's no good?"

Although Jiang Nansun was spoiled since childhood, she was not necessarily unaware of the correct amount of coffee to make. It was purely intentional; she wanted to torment Lin Yuan, since he had been ordering her around.

Lin Yuan picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and his face instantly contorted as if he had swallowed a bitter pill.

Seeing Lin Yuan suffer a setback in front of him, Jiang Nansun smiled broadly, finally winning back a point in front of him, and all the pent-up frustration in his heart vanished.

Lin Yuan put down his cup and suddenly said, "Did your aunt hand over the renovation to Wang Yongzheng?"

"How did you know?" Jiang Nansun asked, quite surprised.

Lin Yuan said calmly, "Renovation is something you should naturally entrust to someone you know. Wang Yongzheng and your aunt are close, isn't that obvious?"

Jiang Nansun spoke up for Zhang Anren: "But Zhang Anren's design was excellent! My aunt didn't even consider it at all. Wang Yongzheng just drew a few strokes on a napkin, and she immediately decided on him."

"There are two possibilities. One is that, in your aunt's eyes, Zhang Anren's design is indeed not good."

Seeing that Jiang Nansun was eager to refute, Lin Yuan raised his hand to interrupt, "I know what you're going to say. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Remove that filter and you'll see the real him."

"It sounds magical that you can draw blueprints for days and nights but not as good as a few strokes on a napkin. But that doesn't mean it's impossible."

"Hard work is certainly useful; it can increase your salary from five thousand to ten thousand, but it will never reach fifty thousand."

"Wealth is a reward for cognition, not a reward for hard work."

"Wealth lies in strategy, not in physical labor; profit lies in power, not in toil."

"Many times, hard work doesn't mean anything; there are many things that are more important than hard work."

“When you grow up, you should know that not all efforts will be rewarded. Zhang Anren worked very hard, but that’s all. Just like your father, if hard work alone were enough, with his passion and dedication to the stock market, he would have been financially free long ago.”

Lin Yuan was subtly implying that Zhang Anren was incompetent. Even if Jiang Nansun didn't think so now, it still planted a seed of doubt.

Jiang Nansun naturally trusted Zhang Anren's plan without thinking, but when Lin Yuan cited Jiang Pengfei's example, she opened her mouth but couldn't find any words to refute it.

He launched into a long speech, his throat parched, and Jiang Nansun quickly handed him a cup of coffee, anxiously asking, "What's the other possibility?"

Lin Yuan took the coffee and took another sip, his face turning bitter again.

Go get me a bottle of mineral water.

Lin Yuan continued to boss her around, deliberately trying to wear down her arrogance.

Jiang Nansun stamped his foot inwardly, then turned around and had no choice but to get water for Lin Yuan.

Jiang Pengfei was overjoyed to see his daughter busy running around. He said to his mother, "Mom, look how attentive Nansun is to Lin Yuan, pouring coffee and getting water for him."

Grandma Jiang glanced at him, looking worried: "If you ask me, it would be fine to find someone from an ordinary family. It's not like we can't afford it. You're introducing such a wealthy person to Nansun, do you think they'll agree to the child having the Jiang surname?"

"Oh, Mom, we can always talk about this."

Dai Yin, wearing the scarf Lin Yuan had given her, went out to play mahjong again.

When Jiang Nansun returned, Lin Yuan unscrewed the mineral water bottle, took a sip, and his gaze fell on Jiang Nansun.

"The second possibility is obvious, isn't it? Your aunt doesn't like Zhang Anren and wants to match you up with Wang Yongzheng."

Jiang Nansun exclaimed in astonishment, "Trying to match me with Wang Yongzheng?"

Lin Yuan said confidently, "If I'm not mistaken, your aunt will probably be giving you guys a lot of help from now on."

"what does it mean?"

“I met with Wang Yongzheng for a while that day. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to think of any reason why he would target Zhang Anren. For example, your aunt asked you to supervise Wang Yongzheng’s construction progress. Even if she didn’t say it, you probably couldn’t help but want to go and see, right? After all, you’re unwilling to let Zhang Anren lose to him, so you definitely want to find more faults in him. As a result, you had more and more opportunities to meet. I don’t need to say more about what happened next.”

Jiang Nansun snorted: "I would never be interested in someone like that."

“I believe that, after all, you have Zhang Anren who dotes on you.” Lin Yuan changed the subject, “But with Wang Yongzheng’s personality, the more you stare at him, the more interesting he finds it, and he might even tease you on purpose. After all, some people are happier the more you insult them.”

Jiang Nansun remained silent, but couldn't help but ponder in his heart that Wang Yongzheng really seemed to be like that, just like he was in the cafeteria that day.

Lin Yuan then brought up other things: "Why is your hair so short? I remember the last time I saw you, your hair was down to your waist."

Women are always powerless against such subtle attention, and Jiang Nansun was no exception. Her tense expression relaxed a little: "My dad wanted me to learn the violin so that I could get to know those so-called high society people. I argued with him a few times, and he slapped me."

Lin Yuan frowned slightly: "Your dad really went too far. Even I would only pinch a face like that, but what does that have to do with hair?"

“He said I didn’t know how lucky I was. He bought me designer clothes, had my hair done at a high-end salon, and bought me the best violin. He also said I was blinded by love and that I was stupid.” Jiang Nansun’s tone was full of a sense of desperation. “After I was beaten, I was so angry that I poured coffee directly on the violin, threw away my clothes and bags, and cut my hair.”

"How much does that violin cost?"

"It seems to be... over two hundred thousand."

"You destroyed a violin worth 200,000 yuan?" Lin Yuan's brows furrowed instantly.

Jiang Nansun, on the contrary, was somewhat smug: "Anyway, I'm not planning to practice anymore, and I never thought about using the violin to curry favor with anyone. My dad didn't say anything more after that."

Lin Yuan suddenly stood up, his eyes darkening. Jiang Nansun instinctively took a step back, but Lin Yuan turned her around. Before Jiang Nansun could react, her upper body was pressed onto the bed. Immediately afterward, several clear slapping sounds came from her round buttocks.

Jiang Nansun was stunned by the first few slaps, and filled with shame and indignation, he shouted angrily, "Let me go! You bastard!"

Lin Yuan sighed inwardly, "It really feels good," before letting go.

Jiang Nansun stood up, her eyes red-rimmed, and glared at Lin Yuan: "What are you doing?"

“Your dad can’t bear to discipline you, so I will.” Lin Yuan said with a serious expression, his tone filled with suppressed anger. “I came from a poor area, and I can’t stand seeing you spending the family’s money like this, wasting things, and talking back to your elders.”

Jiang Nansun was both ashamed and angry: "But I was spending my family's money, so what right do you have to hit me?"

Lin Yuan made up an excuse: "I'm on the same generation as your father, so I'm your uncle. Why can't I hit him?"

"Don't use that as an excuse. We're about the same age, so why are you attacking my territory!"

"Did I dial the wrong number?" Lin Yuan stood his ground, his face righteous and indignant. "Your family's money isn't your money. If you had earned the money to buy the instrument, I wouldn't have anything to say if you ruined it. Do you know how many children could go to school with 200,000 yuan back in my hometown? If you were to earn that 200,000 yuan, do you know how long it would take you? You've really gotten used to living like a pampered young lady. The more you talk, the angrier I get. Turn around!"

"Don't even think about it! If you keep doing this, I'll really get angry." Jiang Nansun quickly retreated to the wall, covering his backside with both hands, his eyes full of vigilance.

Lin Yuan secretly rejoiced. So he wasn't angry yet?
He leaned closer, his fingertips gently twirling the ends of her hair: "You say I dialed the wrong number? Then let me ask you, did you get your hair done at a high-end salon? Did it cost your family money? Everything you're wearing right now is a designer brand. You're wasting so much money and you still have the nerve to talk back?"

Lin Yuan pinched her cheek without any hesitation, but not too hard: "Are you still going to talk back now?"

Jiang Nansun was unable to move because of the pinch, and could only glare at him angrily. However, her heart was inexplicably out of sync. This person was clearly making her teeth itch with anger, but when she looked at his face up close, she found him to be exceptionally handsome.

When Lin Yuan released her, her chest was still rising and falling slightly: "He used me as a tool to climb the social ladder. I didn't just destroy the zither, I destroyed his disgusting scheme!"

Lin Yuan didn't reply, but returned to his seat and said, "That's debatable, I won't comment further."

Jiang Nansun's heart skipped a beat, and she frowned, unable to resist asking, "You also think Zhang Anren is not suitable for me?"

Lin Yuan looked up at her: "Only the wearer knows if the shoe fits. I'm not familiar with Zhang Anren. But ask yourself honestly, isn't a large part of your choice of Zhang Anren because he's not the kind of wealthy suitor your father hoped for?"

Jiang Pengfei had been trying to instill in her the idea of ​​marrying a rich man, which had long since aroused her rebellious nature.

Jiang Nansun was taken aback upon hearing this and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that she didn't really like Zhang Anren, and that she only chose him because he happened to appear out of defiance of her father?

impossible! Absolutely impossible!
But why is it such a coincidence...?

Jiang Nansun became increasingly hesitant as he thought about it, so he quickly shook his head and decided to stop thinking about it altogether.

She changed the subject, her voice still soft: "Oh, by the way. You need to keep an eye on Suosuo's job. She's living at her uncle's house now, which is really tough for her."

“It won’t take too long. I never break my promises.” Lin Yuan took out his phone. “Let’s add each other on WeChat. Let me know when your aunt comes back to China.”

Jiang Nansun hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and added the number.

Although Lin Yuan patted her bottom a few times, his earnest words and concern for Suosuo's work lessened her initial embarrassment and annoyance.

Looking at the profile picture of the friend she had just added on her phone, she pursed her lips and said nothing more.

After adding each other on WeChat, Lin Yuan put his phone away. "Your coffee is so refreshing, it's successfully kept me awake."

Before Jiang Nansun could even feel smug, Lin Yuan reached out and grabbed her wrist: "I'm going back now. Come downstairs with me and apologize to your father."

Jiang Nansun suddenly struggled: "I'm not going! I haven't done anything wrong. If I go, he will force me to climb the social ladder even more."

Lin Yuan said in a deep voice, "Listen to me. Go apologize to your father just for ruining the violin."

"Think about it, if you didn't have such a family background, would Zhang Anren have been so obedient to you and treated you like a princess?"

“You can’t enjoy all the benefits the Jiang family brings you with a clear conscience while looking down on the Jiang family that gave you life and raised you.” He leaned down slightly, lowered his voice, and said with an undeniable force, “Either you obediently come down with me, or I’ll force you back to that spot right now and beat you until you’re willing to go.”

Lin Yuan was subtly 'adjusting' Zhang Anren's behavior, but he was also clearly pointing out that Zhang Anren's attentiveness was motivated by her family's money.

Jiang Nansun recalled the strange feeling of shame and confusion she had just experienced, and then thought that there seemed to be some truth in Lin Yuan's words. In the end, she stopped struggling and reluctantly followed Lin Yuan downstairs, holding his fair wrist.

Downstairs in the living room, Jiang Pengfei was lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, engrossed in reading the newspaper.

Hearing footsteps coming from the stairwell, he casually put down his newspaper and looked up, only to see a scene that left him speechless.

His gaze fell on their clasped wrists, and the ease on his face instantly froze. His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

His daughter was won over by Lin Yuan in just half an hour?
Lin Yuan led Jiang Nansun to him.

Jiang Nansun lowered her head and said softly, "Dad, I was wrong. I shouldn't have poured hot coffee on the violin that day."

Jiang Pengfei immediately put on a guilty and touched expression: "Nan Sun, Dad was also wrong. Dad shouldn't have hit you. Seeing how sensible you are, Dad is really gratified."

What pleased him even more was that his precious daughter actually listened to Lin Yuan so well.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell at a glance that this was definitely at Lin Yuan's behest.

After Jiang Nansun finished speaking, he glanced quickly at Lin Yuan, then turned and strode upstairs.

Jiang Pengfei watched Jiang Nansun's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs. The emotion on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile: "Lin Yuan, really... it's all thanks to you. I've spoiled this girl so much that she's become more and more stubborn. Only you can handle her."

Lin Yuan shook his head: "I only appealed to her emotions and reasoned with her, but the main thing is that Nan Sun is sensible."

"You sit down, you sit down."

Lin Yuan sat down on the sofa next to him.

Seeing that no one else was around, Jiang Pengfei said, "Lin Yuan, you have a really sharp eye. Those stocks you mentioned to me last time, Tianyun, Haiyuan, and Shuanglu. Luckily, I listened to you and gritted my teeth to sell two of them, otherwise I would have really lost a fortune."

Lin Yuan hadn't expected that this old giant baby would actually listen to him.

“Uncle Jiang, stock trading is too risky. Even I can’t accurately predict the trend of every stock. If you have about ten million in savings and entrust them to my private equity fund, I can guarantee you an annual return of about twenty percent.”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Jiang Pengfei's face as he rubbed his hands together and said, "Uh, this..."

"Is Uncle Jiang having some financial difficulties?"

Jiang Pengfei sighed: "To be honest, the other stocks I bought recently have all fallen quite badly. I was originally planning to borrow some money from you to tide me over, and I would pay you back as soon as the stock market recovers."

“Uncle Jiang, if you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have lent you the money. But I’m currently buying shares in a large group. You’ll find out which one soon, so I really can’t lend you too much money in the short term.” Lin Yuan thought for a moment. “Here’s what we’ll do: if you have about two million in capital, give it to me to manage. I guarantee you’ll make a net profit of five hundred thousand within three months. If you don’t make that, I’ll personally make up the difference.”

Lin Yuan knew that Jiang Pengfei probably didn't have much money left, so he naturally suggested that Jiang Pengfei, just like in the original drama, try to get his hands on Zhang Anren's house.

Jiang Pengfei was also in a real bind. He had squandered almost all of the family's money and even owed a lot of money outside. He had used a lot of leverage when he was investing in stocks, and with limited funds on hand, where would he come up with two million?

A thought flashed through my mind: what if I put that house Zhang Anren bought in the suburbs up for sale…

If he's willing to sell, that would be best; we can use his money as capital. If he's not willing, this is a good opportunity to separate Nansun from him.

Jiang Pengfei became increasingly smug, thinking to himself: I am a genius.

"Then give me some more time, and I'll send you the money then."

Lin Yuan replied, "Okay, then I'll show you around my company later."

Jiang Pengfei rubbed his hands together again, smiling obsequiously: "If there are any further developments in the stock market, remember... hehe..."

"Uncle Jiang, if I'm 100% certain, I will naturally inform you, but that's rare. You also need to understand that if I cause you to lose money because of something I say, it would only needlessly damage the relationship between our two families. However, Uncle Jiang, you've been investing in stocks for so many years, your experience in the stock market is definitely richer than mine. Whether it goes up or down, I think you can understand it without me having to tell you." Lin Yuan said, subtly flattering him at the end.

"Yes, yes, yes." Jiang Pengfei nodded repeatedly.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Lin Yuan got up to say goodbye and got back into his car.

He called Zhu Suosuo to ask if she was home, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he drove to Zhu Suosuo's uncle's house.

(End of this chapter)