From Sidekick to Bigshot

Chapter 1445



Chapter 1445

1445 He Won’t Be Able to Find a Wife

After a pause, Jian Yiling commented: “That was fast.”

“They made him angry,” Zhai Yunsheng explained.

His uncle was truly angry this time.

Over the years, Zhai Yunsheng had only seen his uncle get truly angry three times.

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The first time was when Zhai Yunsheng’s father died and the second time was when Zhai Zhongshen dealt with the culprit who killed Zhai Yunsheng’s father.

And this was the third time.

“Ahh,” Jian Yiling said as she lowered her head to poke Little Zeze.

Little Zeze looked exactly like his father but he was much more adorable. He was fun to squeeze and poke and was surprisingly well-behaved.

“Pass me Erdan. I will hold him,” Zhai Yunsheng said.

Don’t call him Erdan. It’s a bad name. He won’t be able to find a wife in the future,” Jian Yiling replied seriously.

“But if you truly like a person, you won’t hate them once you learn their name. If the girl he dates and marries dislikes him because of his nickname, it’s not true love. We wouldn’t want such a future daughter-in-law anyways,” Zhai Yunsheng reasoned.

Jian Yiling was unable to argue against this.

As Little Zeze didn’t know what his father was saying, he giggled happily in his mother’s arms.

“Erdan seems very happy. He likes his nickname.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Yiling looked down at her son and protested in a small voice: “He’s still too young. He can’t understand what the name means…”

“Then let’s wait until he understands it before we consider changing his nickname.”

As he said this, Zhai Yunsheng took Little Zeze from Jian Yiling’s arms and said: “It’s time. Let’s go and meet Situ Zhong and Zhang Xin.”

“Mhmm,” Jian Yiling replied as she nodded her head.

Situ Zhong and Zhang Xin were already inside the courtyard of the Xie family manor.

The courtyard of the Xie family manor was in shambles due to a lack of maintenance after the Xie family’s disappearance.

The stone pavilion in the courtyard was built in the last century. It had a typical European and American architectural style.

As Situ Zhong and Zhang Xin were arranged to wait inside the pavilion, they had no opportunity to play any tricks.

Zhai Yunsheng held Little Zeze in one arm and held Jian Yiling’s hand in the other.

Together, they walked towards the pavilion.

When Situ Zhong saw Zhai Yunsheng holding Little Zeze, he sneered: “You’re so unmanly. Why would you bring a child over when you’re planning to discuss business?”

Situ Zhong’s eyes were filled with disgust and disdain.

Zhai Yunsheng sat down opposite Situ Zhong. When he sat down, his son began to nibble at Zhai Yunsheng’s t-shirt.

However, the t-shirt was not yummy.

The little boy was looking for his food source. However, the object of his efforts was wrong and thus, he was destined to fail.

Jian Yilnig quietly sat down next to Zhai Yunsheng. Even though she was already a mother, she still looked incredibly young and she still did not have the charm of a mature woman.

As Situ Zhong glanced at Zhai Yunsheng and Jian Yiling, he told himself that if the big shots of Country M didn’t protect them, these two people would never be worthy to be his opponent.

They were just lucky.

Situ Zhong said to Jian Yiling in a contemptuous tone: “So what are your thoughts? Isn’t Long Yuetian one of your most important friends? In your heart, what’s more important to you? Your friend or a piece of vellum?”

Zhang Xin added: “We just want the piece of vellum. We’re no longer interested in the Xie family manor. And thus, if you let us search for that piece of vellum, we can guarantee that Long Yuetian will not be harmed. In your eyes, surely Long Yuetian’s life is more important right?”

Situ Zhong and Zhang Xin still believed that Jian Yiling did not know about the secret behind the piece of vellum.

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