Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Uncle Nie said he would take them out to eat, but he didn't actually leave the Jiang family's house; he just had the kitchen bring lunch over.

Jiang Zong was clearly in low spirits; he was not as happy eating the Jiang family's exquisite food as he was eating fried dough twists at the entrance of the Wu'ai Market.

Lin Ting didn't have much of an appetite, so she just ate a little something and put down her chopsticks.

Uncle Nie was obviously unaware of Zhong Jiaqing's pregnancy. While Jiang Zong and Lin Ting were having dinner, he talked to A Jin for a long time, and finally slapped A Jin twice in exasperation.

They probably think he's incompetent, not even knowing about such a big thing.

Ah Jin obediently took the beating, shrinking his neck and not daring to utter a single word.

Uncle Nie was busy, and Zhong Jiaqing wasn't idle either.

She asked her nanny, "Wasn't this supposed to be a distinguished guest of the master? How come she's connected to Jiang Zong? And it seems like Old Nie treats her very well... Could she be Jiang Zong's girlfriend?"

The nanny looked utterly desperate when asked, "Madam, Uncle Nie has all the information about what's going on in Shenyang. We haven't heard anything from him."

Zhong Jiaqing's teeth started to ache. She frowned and muttered softly, "Judging from her clothes, she doesn't look like a rich girl. Where did this person come from..."

The nanny comforted her, "Madam, don't think about these things anymore. It's time for your afternoon nap."

"Hmm, that works too. She's just a little girl, what can she possibly do?"

Zhong Jiaqing comforted herself with a word, changed into her pajamas, and went for a nap.

Sleep...sleep...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang startled Zhong Jiaqing awake.

She clutched her wildly beating heart and asked, "What's wrong?"

The nanny first poured her a glass of water, then rubbed her chest for a while before going out to see what was wrong.

She returned shortly after, her expression complicated.

"Madam, it's the young master tidying up the room. He says he wants to move to the first floor."

Zhong Jiaqing: "..."

If we don't let him make noise, won't he just refuse to move?

She gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Never mind, just play some music for me," Zhong Jiaqing said.

The melodious piano music echoed in the room, only to be interrupted from time to time by abrupt and irregular clattering sounds.

In Jiang Zong's room.

Lin Ting casually dragged the chair across the floor, making a sickeningly loud sound.

Everything else in the room was still in its original place, showing no signs of needing to be moved.

Jiang Zong sat on the sofa, holding a book, but didn't turn a single page for half an hour.

His room was different from the atmosphere of the entire Chiang family.

There isn't much luxurious decoration or furnishing here; it looks like the layout from ten years ago. But every detail is thoughtful and considerate, clearly showing that the person who decorated this room put a lot of thought into it.

On his desk was a framed photo of a beautiful woman gazing tenderly at a cute little boy in her arms. Behind them, the young father watched them, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

Jiang Zong was about seven or eight years old at the time. He nestled in his mother's arms, holding his father's finger, with a bright smile and lively eyes, as if he possessed the whole world.

Looking at the photo, Lin Ting felt inexplicably heavy-hearted.

She remained silent for a while, then suddenly walked up to Jiang Zong.

Jiang Zong wasn't focused on his book. As soon as Lin Ting stopped, he looked up.

Lin Ting bent down and looked at him straight in the eye.

Jiang Zong: "...?"

Lin Ting suddenly reached out and pressed Jiang Zong's lips upwards.

Jiang Zong: "..."

Lin Ting raised her chin at him, her tone as flirtatious as a female hooligan teasing an innocent young man: "Young master, give your sister a smile."

She really wanted to make him laugh, even if it was just for a moment.

The girl's delicate fragrance wafted into Jiang Zong's nose; the scent was faint and subtle.

He couldn't laugh, but his ears started to burn.

Physics failed to make a laughing attempt.

Lin Ting sat down opposite him and started telling him jokes: "Jiang Zong, do you know why I came to Shanghai alone?"

Jiang Zong thought about it carefully for a moment and asked, "Why?"

Lin Ting said in a serious tone, "Because I'm afraid that if even half a person came, it would scare the flight attendants to death."

Jiang Zong: "..."

Lin Ting waited a moment, then seamlessly continued with the next joke: "Jiang Zong, do you know what happens when ginger is cut into four pieces?"

Jiang Zong thought about it carefully for a moment, then asked, "What?"

"Ginger ginger ginger ginger".

"..."

"Once upon a time, there was a dragon who could sleep for a thousand years whenever he opened his mouth. One day, he woke up, yawned, and then slept for another thousand years. When he woke up, he yawned again..."

"..."

When Mr. Jiang returned home that evening, he found the house eerily quiet.

He inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

"Old Nie, where's Xiao Zong? Where's Nannan? Why haven't we heard a thing from them?"

Uncle Nie thought about what the young master was doing and decided to answer according to Miss Lin's instructions: "The young master and Miss Lin are tidying up the room and preparing to move."

Mr. Jiang was baffled: "Why are you moving? Didn't we just get home?"

Uncle Nie remained silent and did not utter a sound.

Mr. Jiang frowned as he looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then went upstairs to his son's room.

He knocked on the door twice: "Xiao Zong, it's me."

It was Lin Ting who opened the door. She smiled, but her voice was a little hoarse: "Uncle Jiang, it's been a long time."

Mr. Jiang glanced at the room and saw two boxes placed by the door.

He asked, "What are you doing?"

Lin Ting replied with a smile, "I'm helping Jiang Zong pack his things. Didn't you say you wanted him to give up his room for his younger brother? We figured we had nothing to do this afternoon, so we decided to get it done as soon as possible."

Mr. Jiang looked completely bewildered: "When did I tell him to move out?"

Lin Ting blinked her big eyes, even more confused than him: "It's that pretty lady... Oh, it was the second wife who said it. She told us as soon as we came in, and we thought it was a very urgent matter."

Mr. Jiang's eyes darkened slightly, but he did not show his anger in front of Lin Ting.

He simply said, "I didn't ask him to move it. There might have been some misunderstanding because we didn't explain things clearly. You two stop what you're doing. I'll go change my clothes and then take you out to eat."

Lin Ting let out a long "Oh," and then said, "Okay."

Jiang's father turned and left. Lin Ting exchanged a glance with Uncle Nie outside the door, then cheerfully closed the door.

Jiang Zong wouldn't do something like filing a complaint, and Uncle Nie couldn't do it either.

Jiang Zong's refusal to do it is due to his personality, and he cannot change it.

Uncle Nie couldn't do it for Jiang Zong's sake—he was going to inherit the family business, and if he had a major falling out with his stepmother, he would inevitably be labeled as petty.

Sometimes, you have no choice but to endure these little grievances.

But it's interesting that the person who filed the complaint was Lin Ting.

She was an outsider and a guest, and Zhong Jiaqing's act of openly displaying his hostility towards Jiang Zong was itself highly problematic.

Is she complaining to someone?

No, she was reminding Mr. Chiang that his wife had been rude.