NFBE Chapter 177 The Good-for-Nothing × The Innocent Little Tyrant 16
Chapter 177 The Good-for-Nothing × The Innocent Little Tyrant 16
Li Liping returned home dejectedly, too afraid to tell Ji Fu what had happened that day.
The matter wasn't handled well, and a large sum of money still needs to be spent.
She was thinking about how to compensate Jiang Manyun with so much money, after all, she could tell that Jiang Manyun was not someone who was easy to talk to.
She was just thinking when Ji Yao walked in.
"Mom, what's wrong with you and Dad today? You both look so preoccupied."
"Yao Yao, do you want to marry Xu Ji?"
Li Liping held Ji Yao's hand and asked, her voice trembling.
Ji Yao casually twirled the new Bulgari snake ring on her finger, the diamond scales reflecting a cold light under the chandelier:
“Marry him? Ha! Mom, do you know what Xu Ji said the day he gave me the yacht? He said the way my collarbone was stained with champagne made me look like the E-country model he kept twenty years ago.”
She suddenly chuckled, "That old man's cologne couldn't even cover up the smell of old age. Last time we kissed, he almost blew off my false eyelashes."
Li Liping's hand trembled, spilling hot tea onto the Persian carpet: "Then why..."
"Why did you accept the jade bracelet he gave you? Why did you wear the haute couture dress he bought you?"
Ji Yao kicked off her rhinestone-encrusted high heels, her ankle still bearing the marks of coral scratches she'd suffered while diving on the island the previous week. "The day he took me to the cocktail party, the vice president of the world's number one financial company personally handed me his business card."
She bent down and stole a TF lipstick from her mother's dressing table. "Once Xu Ji helps me get the recommendation letter from that company, I'll pack up those scandalous photos and send them to the financial weekly."
"Yao Yao, our family doesn't lack you for food or drink, why do you have to demean yourself like this! Wouldn't it be better to find someone of equal social standing to us?"
Li Liping couldn't understand it. Of course she was scheming so much, wasn't it just to live a life of wealth and luxury, and to give her children a higher starting point, so they wouldn't have to be like her mother?
Why is my daughter still like this now?
Ji Yao shrugged indifferently, "Those men who are good matches for me look down on my background. You've been married for years now, and although you have Dad's love, what is a man's love worth? You have no power and no property to rely on. What if Dad has another son or something? Where will I have a place in this family?"
She opened her phone and found the photo of Xu Ji that she had taken just yesterday.
"Mom, look at this girl in the JK uniform. She's another art school student that Xu Jixin found. These girls from schools are all highly sought after. What I get from him is only for a limited time. The relationship might end in the next second. With the Ji family's power, we can't get the business card of the vice president of the world's number one financial company."
"Yao Yao, your dad wants you to marry him."
"Bang!"
Ji Yao picked up a blue and white porcelain vase and smashed it against the entryway mirror. The flying glass shards grazed Li Liping's cheek.
"You want me to marry that Xu Ji with age spots on his body? Why don't you go and marry him yourself!"
She pulled down her collar, revealing a hickey on her collarbone. "The night before last, when he pinned me down on the yacht deck, he was calling out Jiang Manyun's name!"
As soon as Ji Fu walked in, he heard Ji Yao say these words.
He kicked over a Ming-style armchair, the sound of the rosewood cracking startling Li Liping, who cowered in the corner.
"Xu Ji controls three shipping routes belonging to the Ji family, and the board of directors will be re-elected next month."
He grabbed his daughter's chin, forcing her to look up, and said, "Either you go into the church in a wedding dress, or you get out of this house naked!"
"dad!"
Suddenly, Ji Yao grabbed the ice bucket from the coffee table and splashed it at her father. The whiskey mixed with ice soaked through his silk Tang suit.
"Last month, you took your secretary to gamble and mortgaged the land in the south of the city to loan sharks. Do you need me to tell Xu Ji about that?"
She pulled out her phone and waved it. In the video, Ji Fu was handing a contract to the tattooed man, saying, "I wonder if Mr. Xu will still be willing to be your son-in-law after seeing this?"
The torrential rain pounded against the French windows, and Li Liping trembled as she picked up the torn compensation agreement from the floor.
The penalty money Jiang Manyun was demanding was still stained with red wine. Suddenly, she screamed and lunged at the wrestling father and daughter: "Stop fighting! Jiang Manyun said she'd ruin Ji Yao's reputation..."
Ji Fu shoved his wife away, and Li Liping's head slammed heavily against the antique shelf.
As the jade ornament crashed to the ground, Ji Yao suddenly let out a shrill laugh: "Mom was a mistress back then, pregnant with me when she married into this family, and now she wants to sell her daughter to fill the hole?"
Stepping over the shards of jade scattered on the ground, she approached her father. "Believe it or not, I'll start a live stream right now and let the whole internet see how a wealthy family forces its own daughter to be an old man's plaything?"
"you dare!"
Ji Fu took out his phone and swiped to display the freeze notification: "From this second onwards, all your credit cards, apartments, and sports cars are suspended."
He grabbed Ji Yao by the hair and dragged her towards the rain-soaked terrace. "Xu Ji's driver is downstairs. Are you going to walk down yourself, or should I have the bodyguards carry you into the wedding car?"
Li Liping slumped down amidst the pile of broken jade, watching her daughter's white nightgown, soaked by the rain, disappear into the elevator entrance.
The compensation agreement clutched in his palm was crumpled into a ball, while the ultimatum sent by lawyer Jiang Manyun flashed on his phone screen.
Ji Fu thought that Ji Yao had been accepted by Xu Ji, and also thought that Li Liping had settled the matter.
So when Xu Ji's driver was waiting downstairs, Ji Fu thought he could complete Ji Xiaosong's mission today.
However, Xu Ji's driver was waiting downstairs, just like usual, to pick her up and treat her like a toy.
Ji Yao's eyes were red, and after being forced into the car, she put on a wronged look.
"Miss Ji would be best to dress up a bit. Mr. Xu is waiting in the presidential suite at the Kai Te Hotel."
The driver suddenly spoke up to remind her, but Ji Yao was no longer as obsequious and ingratiating as usual. Instead, she replied with a faint "Hmm".
As soon as the ebony door to the presidential suite opened, cigar smoke mixed with the sour smell of whiskey wafted out.
Xu Ji stood with his back to the door in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His tailored suit accentuated his still upright back, and the jade prayer beads in his left hand were an antique that Jiang Manyun had bought at Sotheby's last year.
"I heard that your mother used secretly taken photos to force Manyun to sign divorce papers?"
He didn't turn around. The cold light reflected from his wristwatch swept across the coffee table, where Li Liping's compensation agreement, signed at the private restaurant, lay open, each page bearing her bloody fingerprints.
Just as Ji Yao was about to speak, Xu Ji suddenly used cigar tongs to cut the red rose in half: "You and your mother are truly of the same ignominious descent."
He turned around and threw the withered flowers in her face. "Back then, your mother tricked the Ji family by switching the paternity test. Now you want to extort my villa with a condom that's been pricked with a needle?"
She stumbled and bumped into the crystal bar, her bourbon-soaked shirt revealing her skin: "Mr. Xu clearly said..."
"You're saying you're more uninhibited in bed than Manyun?"
Xu Ji loosened his tie and approached, his hawk-like eyes filled with icy coldness. "Do you know why I kept you around?"
He suddenly grabbed her by the back of the neck and pressed her against the coffee table. Under the tempered glass was Jiang Manyun's newly awarded charity ambassador trophy. "Every time I see your face, which looks like hers, crying under me, I am reminded of the humiliation I felt when her father forced me to become a live-in son-in-law!"
Ji Yao struggled to reach the fruit knife, but Xu Ji twisted her wrist to dissipate the force.
As the knife tip unbuttoned her clothes, he chuckled softly at the hidden surveillance camera: "Man Yun is watching the live stream right now. What if she sees the birthmark under your collarbone—"
The blade suddenly pierced the skin. "Just like your biological father who died in the slums, does that make you laugh out loud?"
"You investigated me..."
Blood droplets rolled into the silk carpet, and Ji Yao finally revealed her horror.
Xu Ji pulled out a yellowed file, and it turned out that the watch worn by the charred corpse in the news report of the urban village fire was the same model as the Bulgari that Ji Yao was wearing at the moment.
Why do you think Ji Fu would allow himself to be raised as an illegitimate child?
He stubbed out his cigar, leaving a red burn mark on her shoulder. "That fire back then didn't just kill gamblers and prostitutes. Have you forgotten what happened to the Shen family?"
Outside the French windows, a torrential downpour was taking place. Suddenly, Xu Ji grabbed Ji Yao by the hair and dragged her toward the bathroom.
The mirror reflected his violent appearance as he tore open his suit, a stark contrast to the refined and elegant financial tycoon he was during the day.
“Go back and tell your mother that if she doesn’t pay back 80 million by sunrise tomorrow, I’ll stuff the evidence of Ji Fu’s hiring of a hitman into your biological father’s urn and send it to the police station by express delivery!”
As Ji Yao struggled, choking on bubbles, she heard Xu Ji's gentle voice as he called Jiang Manyun:
"Don't worry, baby, toys should be toys in their own way..."
In the reflection on the water, the man's wedding ring on his ring finger was imprinted into her gradually blurring pupils.