My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 43

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Madam Zhou didn't know whether to believe him, but she smiled again anyway.

Still, deep down, her thoughts were venomous—That bastard better not think he can come back and take anything from my Yuwen!

She had stolen the title of Madam Zhou from that woman all those years ago. Now, her son would take everything that rightfully belonged to the Zhou family.

As soon as Jiang Yiqing stepped out of the car, a man in a suit approached him respectfully. "Are you Master Jiang?"

Jiang Yiqing cleared his throat and put on an air of mystery, nodding with an enigmatic expression.

"This way, please. My boss will be here soon." The man in the black suit led Jiang Yiqing into the mansion, guiding him to the guest area.

This place was huge—so big that he couldn't even see the end of it. Everywhere he looked, it was filled with elegant, traditional Chinese architecture. He had just closed a multimillion-dollar construction deal, so he wasn't exactly a stranger to luxury. But even so, the Wen family's estate still managed to redefine his understanding of wealth.

Compared to this, the temple he was about to build for the ancestors felt like a child's playhouse.

Jiang Yiqing thought about it for a moment but quickly refocused on his task for today, carefully observing his surroundings as he walked.

One thing was certain—the Wen family had definitely consulted a feng shui master when they renovated the mansion. And whoever they hired actually knew their stuff, because so far, he hadn't noticed any problems.

So why did Wen Xiuyan call him over?

Jiang Yiqing shook his head, picked up a teacup, and took a sip. Even the tea was top-tier.

As he was lowering his gaze to drink, footsteps echoed from outside. He paused, set down the cup, and looked up.

A tall figure walked in, stopping right at the doorway. Against the backlight of the sun, Jiang Yiqing couldn't quite make out his face.

But his instincts told him—this guy had to be really good-looking.

And when the man got closer, he realized just calling him "good-looking" was an understatement.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Wen Xiuyan said, momentarily caught off guard when he saw Jiang Yiqing. But he quickly regained his composure.

Since this was his first time making a house call for something like this, Jiang Yiqing had taken extra care with his appearance. He had even put on a traditional Tang suit, giving himself a mysterious aura that made his already dazzling face stand out even more.

Like a refined young master from an aristocratic family.

"Mr. Wen, I just got here too." Jiang Yiqing immediately recognized the voice and smiled.

He had a deep impression of Wen Xiuyan's voice—it was really nice, like a professional voice actor's.

"Mm, let me show you around," Wen Xiuyan offered.

Jiang Yiqing nodded without hesitation—after all, that was exactly what he came for.

Meanwhile, some of the people following Wen Xiuyan sneaked curious glances at Jiang Yiqing. He had to be someone important. The moment he arrived, the boss rushed over to greet him, and now he was personally giving him a tour of the mansion.

Jiang Yiqing had no idea what they were thinking. He simply followed Wen Xiuyan, observing everything as they walked. When they finally made a full round, he chuckled. "Mr. Wen, looks like I came here for nothing today."

Wen Xiuyan didn't explain much—he just said, "Not for nothing."

Jiang Yiqing figured he was just being extra cautious and wanted a second opinion. Rich people—understandable. "As long as you're happy, Mr. Wen."

Wen Xiuyan glanced at him. "No need to be so formal, Master Jiang. Why not just call me by my name?"

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow slightly and looked back at him.

Not far away, Wen Junrong, a college student with a very fragile constitution, was already struggling.

He hated coming back to the family estate.

Not only did he have to see a bunch of annoying people, but the mansion was way too big. And according to the family rules, everyone had to walk—no cars, no shortcuts. Every time he visited, he felt like he was about to collapse.

But complaining to his brother was not an option. Otherwise, Wen Xiuyan would drag him to the gym for some "quality bonding time."

Right now, Wen Junrong kicked his sore legs and turned to the person beside him. "Where's my brother? He rushed off just now, and I haven't seen him since."

"Mr. Wen has a guest," the person replied.

That immediately piqued Wen Junrong's curiosity. "Didn't my brother say today was strictly for family? Why does he have a guest?"

He squinted. Something didn't feel right.

His brother had dressed up way too much this morning—like a peacock trying to show off.

Could it be... for this guest?

The more Wen Junrong thought about it, the more he had to find out. He quickly asked where his brother was and, suddenly, his legs weren't sore anymore. He picked up his pace and headed straight in that direction.

He had to see for himself—just what kind of guest was this? Could it be that his brother... had something going on?

At that thought, Wen Junrong shuddered. No way, no way.

He hurried along and soon ran into a stranger—a young man he didn't recognize. Wen Junrong frowned. His brother had clearly said today was strictly family only. Who was this guy?

His first instinct was that this person definitely wasn't his brother's guest.

Zhou Yuwen, on the other hand, knew exactly who Wen Junrong was. The guy might be useless, but he was still Wen Xiuyan's little brother.

Zhou Yuwen hadn't forgotten his goal today, so he immediately put on a smile and greeted him. "You must be Second Young Master Wen? Hello, I'm—"

"Who are you?" Wen Junrong interrupted, looking every bit like a spoiled rich kid throwing his weight around. He scoffed, "My family's not welcoming outsiders today."

Zhou Yuwen's smile froze. He hadn't expected Wen Junrong to be this blunt, and his expression turned a little ugly.

Until someone beside Wen Junrong helpfully chimed in, "He's Young Master Chuan's boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Still an outsider then." Wen Junrong snorted. "That Wen Chuan—he changes partners like he changes clothes."

Zhou Yuwen's fingers instinctively tightened. Of course, he knew what kind of person Wen Chuan was. He didn't care. Wen Chuan was just a stepping stone to him.

But that did not give Wen Junrong the right to insult him.

Zhou Yuwen took a deep breath. He had never thought highly of Wen Junrong, anyway. From beginning to end, he had only one goal—Wen Xiuyan.

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