<h4>Chapter 440: 282 Shameless, the olddy makes a strong move_2</h4>


    "If I hadn’te here, would you havee to see me?" The man extinguished his cigarette, a smile curling the corner of his mouth, brimming with arrogance.


    "Let’s talk outside; don’t interrupt someone’s work."


    "It would have been better this way from the start."


    ...


    Just as Shen Zhixian was about to lead him out, Tang Wan stopped her. "Ms. Shen, if you need to talk, use my office. This area is all office buildings; there’s nowhere else to talk."


    "There’s no need, I..." Emotionally defeated by her adoptive father’s actions, Shen Zhixian felt too ashamed to bother Tang Wan.


    "Uncle Chen, take them to my office; I’ll prepare some tea for you." Tang Wan didn’t give her a chance to refuse.


    Shen Zhixian tried to drag the man away, but he shamelessly followed Chen Zhi into Tang Wan’s office. "...This decor is really beautiful; the paintings on the wall look quite valuable."


    "All these items you have disyed must be expensive."


    ...


    She took a deep breath, hurried in, and saw him randomly touching items and immediately intervened, "This is someone else’s property; can’t you watch your hands and not touch everything?"


    "Even if I break something, you can afford it, you just need to pay for it." The man’s words were equally shameless.


    When Chen Zhi was heading out, he bumped into Tang Wan carrying tea.


    "Wanwan, why did you let them stay? This man is really..."


    "If they had gone outside and had a dispute, the only one who would suffer would be Ms. Shen. Besides, with all of us around, if he does anything outrageous, Ms. Shen won’t be at a disadvantage. Please bring the tea inside, and I’ll make a phone call."


    The man wasn’t someone who reasoned, and Tang Wan also worried about Shen Zhixian encountering trouble alone with him.


    "How can there be such an adoptive father, I really don’t know how Ms. Shen used to live in his household." Chen Zhi took the tea from her hands, sighed, and pushed the door open.


    "Manager Chen, thank you." Shen Zhixian hadn’t expected someone to be so shameless as to appear at Tang Wan’s ce and even have the audacity not to leave.


    Tang Wan’s studio wasn’trge, with her office and the staff all on one floor, separated by ss partitions. Chen Zhi held the remote, closing the office blindspletely cutting off the outside view. "Take your time to talk."


    Meanwhile, Tang Wan held her phone, opened a window to ventte, and was about to call Jiang Yanting.


    "...That man truly is Ms. Shen’s adoptive father, what kind of manners."


    "Who knows, it seems their rtionship isn’t too good."


    "If the rtionship was good, wouldn’t they be in contact?"


    ...


    The employees whispered among themselves.


    "Ma’am, are you here to make jewelry? Sorry, we’re not officially open to the public yet." Suddenly someone spoke up.


    "Is Tang Wan here?"


    The voice was too familiar; Tang Wan turned and saw the olddy standing outside the studio. "Grandma, what brings you here?"


    A man apanied her, the olddy’s personal driver, who always followed her whenever she went out.


    He was in his early fifties, slightly overweight possibly due to long hours of sitting while driving, but very amiable.


    "Is Zhixian here?" The olddy sniffed the smell of smoke in the room, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. "We were almost at Peach Garden’s gate when she took a call. I heard something about a studio, she said she had work and needed to leave first..."


    "I thought of having the driver take her, but she refused, insisting on taking a taxi. Seeing her hurry, I was really worried, so I had the driver follow her and saw her enter this building."


    "Where is she?"


    Tang Wan wasn’t expecting the olddy toe over and pursed her lips, unsure how to exin the situation.


    Just then, from her office, came the sound of a cup shattering. "...You ingrate, if it weren’t for our family, you wouldn’t even have a household registration, let alone go to school or even abroad!"


    "Now you’re acting all high and mighty, returning to your roots, bing a wealthy family’s youngdy, nning to marry into a wealthy family, and ignoring me?"


    "I’m telling you, it’s not gonna happen."


    ...


    The man spoke extremely harshly, and Tang Wan furrowed her brows while the elderlydy, leaning on her cane, followed the voice towards the office.


    "Grandma!" Tang Wan held her back.


    "It’s okay, I’ve seen everything in my lifetime." The olddy even patted the back of her hand with a smile, "Don’t worry."


    The room had certain soundproofing qualities, and Shen Zhixian’s words were inaudible, only the man’s voice, shouting as if he wanted everyone to know.


    "...If you’re not afraid of losing face, let’s continue. You eat my food, wear my clothes, p your bottom and run off abroad. How do we settle the money I’ve spent on you over these years?"


    "I’ve already inquired, you’re set to inherit billions..."


    The voices inside were intermittent, sounding like a dispute was unfolding, apanied by the sound of a cup shattering.


    "And you dare to threaten me, if I expose your dirty little secrets, let’s see if the Jiang Family would still want you, you wretched woman!"


    After a roar, the door to the office suddenly burst open, and the man rushed out, hurrying so fast he almost collided with the olddy.


    "You old hag, what are you looking at!" the man shouted at the olddy as he lost his temper, "Move aside—"


    Shen Zhixian, watching from the doorway, clenched her hands, her eyes reddening with shame and embarrassment.


    "You..." Tang Wan gritted her teeth, how could there be such an ill-mannered person.


    The olddy and Tang Wan were at the doorway, almost blocking the way out, yet the man in his hurry to leave actually stretched out his hand trying to push past them!


    "Gr... Grandma." Shen Zhixian’s pupils shrank, if the olddy got hurt from being pushed, she would have no way to exin to the Jiang Family.


    Just as the man’s fingers touched the olddy, Tang Wan was about to take action when she saw a pair of thick, powerful hands reach from behind and twist his wrist.


    A crisp sound of breaking bones followed by the man’s scream, his entire body was dragged to the side.


    Tang Wan turned her head towards the person who intervened, it was actually the olddy’s driver...


    This uncle, usually happy and chubby, surprisingly turned out to be a martial artist.


    "...What the hell do you want?"


    The man yelled in agony, his wrist dislocated, writhing on the ground in pain, ring furiously at the driver.


    "Nowadays in Beijing, no one dares to shout at me like that." The olddy caressed her cane, "You’ve got some nerve, huh?"


    "Who... who are you?"


    "What type of daughter-inw our Jiang Family wants is not for you to decide."


    Tang Wan had already figured out that this man was the kind to bully others based on their looks, and sure enough, his expression changed at the mention of the Jiang Family.


    "Wanwan, turn around. I’ll go to the Huo Family and get two security guards for your studio, so no cats or dogs can just wander in, disturbing your work."


    "Thank you, Grandma." Tang Wan smiled in agreement.


    "Zhong Xian, Zhong Xian—" the man looked towards Shen Zhixian inside the room, obviously trying to seek her help. Seeing her unmoved, he continued shouting, "You’ll regret this, you will definitely regret this—"


    "What are you staring at! Throw him out!" The olddy’smand was categorical, and the driverplied, pulling the man by the arm and dragging him out.


    ...


    Everyone in the studio was stunned. Was she really that powerful?


    "Grandma—" Shen Zhixian had not expected the olddy to get involved, her eyes downcast, unsure of what to say, "I... that man is my foster..."


    "Are you hurt?" The olddy entered the office, smiling as she took her hand, looking her over.


    "I’m fine."


    "That’s good then, I’ve brought you up, and if you were hurt, Yanting that boy would me me..." The olddy gripped her hand tightly.


    "What he said just now, actually..." Shen Zhixian wanted to exin.


    The olddy simplyughed, "You don’t need to exin to me, I trust my own judgment and Yanting’s too. We don’t provoke trouble, and as long as we’ve done nothing wrong, we have nothing to fear."


    The man was thrown into the alley behind the studio building, cursing under his breath, but as he turned a corner, two men got out of a car and spoke briefly with him before he followed them into the vehicle...