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Chapter 558 Greed



Chapter 558 Greed

Lu Jiangting snorted coldly, thinking to himself that he knew perfectly well whether he was poor or not.

He was certainly poor, but Wang Jianjun went out to work and earn money not because his family was poor.

Lu Cong and Wang Cuilan frowned. Facing the two of them, they didn't know what to say and could only wait and see what their son thought.

Lu Jiangting asked directly, "What are you doing here?"

What are you doing?

Wang Jianguo was about to speak when Wang Zhong pulled him back.

He looked at Lu Jiangting with a smile and said, "I came to see my eldest grandson. I didn't go back for the Spring Festival last year, and I didn't see him until the year before last. It's been two years."

Lu Jiangting: "It's only been a short time since the New Year, how could it be two years?" Besides, he didn't believe that the old man had traveled all this way just to see his grandson.

"Just say what's on your mind. Chenchen is fine, you don't need to worry about her."

"What could possibly be wrong with me? We really have nothing to do, we just came to see Chenchen."

Lu Jiangting didn't believe they were only there to see Chenchen.

But there's nothing we can do if they don't say anything; we'll just have to see what they want to do.

"Chenchen is reading; school hasn't let out yet."

"Where do you go to school? I'd like to go and take a look."

"No need, he'll be back in a bit."

He's old enough now, he doesn't need to be picked up or dropped off. It's close by, so unless it's windy or rainy, he comes home by himself after school.

Wang Jianguo looked around and asked, "Brother Jiang Ting, where's my sister-in-law?"

Lu Jiangting: "..."

"work."

Wang Jianguo and Wang Zhong exchanged a glance.

work?

Fang Qing was indeed at work.

What kind of job can Fang Qing, who didn't even finish elementary school, find?

It must be because of Wang Jianjun's connections that she was able to get a job.

The two remained silent and sat there waiting.

Before long, he heard children's voices and got up to look outside. "It seems like school's out."

Several children came back playing and laughing, one of whom was Wang Chenchen.

Wang Zhong was overjoyed and ran towards Wang Chenchen. "Chenchen, it's Grandpa! Grandpa's here to see you. Aren't you happy?"

Wang Chenchen's smile froze on her face as she stared blankly at him, at a loss for what to do.

Lu Jiangting ran out after him, and his expression softened a little when he saw Lu Jiangting.

He responded quietly, then walked past Wang Zhong to Lu Jiangting's side.

"Uncle Lu."

Lu Jiangting patted his head, took his schoolbag, and said to Wang Zhong, whose face was pale, "Uncle Wang, come in and talk."

Wang Zhong snorted coldly and followed Lu Jiangting into the house unhappily.

Lu Jiangting closed the door directly, and the old house immediately became dark as soon as the door was closed.

Lu Jiangting turned the light back on.

The house was already dark, and even with the lights on, it didn't get much brighter.

To be honest, Wang Jianguo was somewhat disdainful of these conditions.

He said that the big houses in big cities were old and low, and that they were not as good as the big tile-roofed house that his parents built for him in the countryside.

"Brother Jiang Ting, why do you live in a house like this?"

"if not?"

Wang Jianguo: "..."

Didn't Fu Huaiyi and his wife say they were going to be allocated a big house? What's wrong? Haven't they received it yet?

They said they'd get the house by the end of March, but they didn't come until early April. They should have gotten it by now.

Not sure yet, he didn't ask any more questions, but looked at Wang Chenchen and said, "Chenchen, come to your uncle and let your uncle take a good look at you."

Wang Chenchen shook her head, nestled in Lu Jiangting's arms with some fear.

Wang Jianguo's face darkened.

Wang Zhong's face was even more unpleasant. How could this child be so intimate with a wild man?

If it weren't for the fact that the child looked exactly like theirs, he would have really suspected that Fang Qing had been having an affair with Lu Jiangting and that the child was Lu Jiangting's.

"Chenchen, come to Grandpa."

Wang Chenchen still didn't go.

Wang Zhong snorted coldly, slammed his fist on the table, and roared angrily, "Fine! If I hadn't come to see for myself, I wouldn't have known that your family had raised my eldest grandson like your own."

His sudden change of attitude was completely unexpected.

Lu Cong on the bed wanted to start, but his mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

Wait a minute, no rush. He'll see what these two are up to first.

Moreover, his health has been deteriorating these days, and he is increasingly worried about his son.

He feared that after he left, his son would lack the ability to handle problems and would be completely exploited by that vicious woman, Fang Qing.

It's time to let him handle some problems on his own.

Their family's every move has always attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors. Today, two strangers came to their house. They had come by asking around with the address in hand. As soon as they arrived, the elderly folks who love to gossip started paying attention.

Hearing the roar coming from inside the house, the elderly people around were very excited.

"It's starting, it's starting. I told you, none of those who come looking for their family members are good people."

Faced with Wang Zhong's dissatisfaction, Lu Jiangting simply said, "Children's thoughts are very simple. They don't understand blood relations. They only know that they are close to whoever is good to them."

"You...you mean I'm not good to him?"

Lu Jiangting: "Uncle Wang, I'm already giving you a lot of face by calling you Uncle Wang. Don't you know whether you've been good to him or not? Have you ever raised him since he was born?"

Wang Zhong: "..."

"And then there's Jianjun. With a stepmother comes a stepfather. How have you treated him since he was a child? How much suffering has he endured? Do I need to tell you?"

Wang Zhong's face turned ashen. He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "This is outrageous! Do I need an outsider like you to tell me how I treat my son? Jianjun has never looked down on me, but you do. Who do you think you are? Huh? I think you're just a philanderer who profits off others' misfortunes."

Lu Jiangting's expression changed drastically. "What did you say?"

"Hmph, did I say something wrong? You started an affair with my daughter-in-law Fang Qing the moment my son died, and now you're even married. What else could you be but an adulterer? I now suspect that you killed my son so you could commit adultery with Fang Qing and even take my grandson for yourself. I'm going to sue you, I'm going to sue you two adulterers..."

He has a very loud voice, and the onlookers were stunned when they heard these words.

They also learned his identity.

It turns out he was the father of the man Fang Qing mentioned earlier, and Wang Chenchen's biological grandfather.

It turns out that Fang Qing and Lu Jiangting had been having an affair for a long time and even caused Wang Jianjun's death?

"Oh my god, is this for real?"

"Shh, don't say things without evidence. Listen first."

Lu Jiangting was so angry that his face turned red. "You're talking nonsense. You're slandering me."

Wang Zhong was smug, and seeing Lu Jiangting's expression, he thought he was scared.

He thought it was good that they were scared; he would give them benefits to keep them quiet.

They want houses, money, and jobs.

Once we get all these things, we'll bring the whole family over, and his grandson will also be able to attend a good school in the big city.

Ever since Wang Jianjun became a golden phoenix flying out of the village, his family has started to pay more attention to education and has been trying to find a good school for their two children back home. And now the opportunity has come.


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