The Genius Doctor, My Wife, Is Valiant Chapter 4
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Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Upon heading back into the house, Jing Qian spotted every servant gazing at her filled with disdain and ridicule. Still, as she went by them, these folks respectfully called her ‘Young Mistress’.
Jing Qian ignored the nods to those servants who greeted her despite their malicious glares in their eyes. Instead, she strode straight into the dining room, chin up high.
The figure in the dining hall was her ‘boss’—the Zhan family patriarch and Chairman of the Op. Corporation, Mr. Zhan Renhao.
His son and daughter-in-law had died, orphaning three kids who were now Zhan Renhao’s grandchildren: the oldest, Zhan Yuheng; the Second Miss of the Zhan family, Zhan Shuyu; and the Third Young Master, Zhan Lichuan.
Right then, First Young Master Zhan Yuheng occupied the seat to the left, while Miss Jiang Yuxi—the one holding the video—sat on the right side of the old man. Second Miss Zhan Shuyu hadn’t returned home yet.
Jing Qian had no desire to sit near any of them, choosing instead the spot directly across from the old man.
“Grandfather.”
Once seated, Jing Qian offered the politest greeting she could muster to her ‘boss’.
Jiang Yuxi saw that Jing Qian showed no fear at all. She’d even boldly taken the seat right opposite Grandfather, acting like she was ready to battle all three of them. Jiang Yuxi couldn’t suppress a scoff.
As Jing Qian wiped her hands with a towel, she remarked, “What’s that laugh supposed to mean, Miss Jiang? Don’t you clean your hands before meals?”
Jiang Yuxi choked unexpectedly on Jing Qian’s words. Watching Jing Qian gracefully clean her stunning, flower-like hands sparked a destructive urge inside her. Then, flashing a mocking smile, she shot back.
“Jing Qian, are you clueless why I’m laughing? Forgotten this afternoon’s events already? Or will you claim your head injury caused amnesia, pretending you recall nothing from before?”
With those words from her wide mouth, Jiang Yuxi blocked every possible excuse Jing Qian might try.
After today’s mess, she was certain this leech who aided outsiders while freeloading couldn’t remain in the Zhan family.
Jing Qian gave a faint smile and replied, “Sorry to let you down, Miss Jiang. It was only a slight concussion. No damage to vital areas, and my memory’s fully intact.”
Jiang Yuxi sneered. “Let me down? How? Upset you remember the afternoon? Since amnesia’s off the table and Grandfather’s present, why not explain to everyone what went down today?”
Jing Qian sipped some soup, then glanced steadily at Master Zhan in a relaxed manner. “Grandfather, I’ve got something puzzling me.”
The old man, who’d been eating peacefully amid the spat, dabbed his mouth with a napkin and turned to Jing Qian. “What’s that?”
“When you came to me yourself and proposed marriage to the Third Young Master, were you truly serious? Or did you actually want Miss Jiang as his bride?”
“You and Lichuan are legally wed now. I’m delighted for you both. As for Yuxi, I recall mentioning her identity to you.”
“Oh! But I banged my head today. Must be the concussion—I’ve forgotten who she is.”
This woman had just denied amnesia, yet now blamed the concussion for her lapse! The whole household fell silent over this shameless liar spouting falsehoods without shame.