Chapter 8 - 8 A Young Master With A Net Worth Of Hundreds Of Billions Needs Someone To Support Him?
8 A Young Master With A Net Worth Of Hundreds Of Billions Needs Someone To Support Him?
Jiang Minglang looked down on the sickly Jiang Jingchen and pretended to be on his side.
“Brother, they have switched your bride. That’s unfair to you. I’m doing this for your own good. You…”
“Ahem. For my own good, you chose an ugly, fat and bad-tempered woman, huh? Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re doing. I’m not dead yet, so you have no right to make decisions on my behalf!”
The man’s cold voice was like a demon that was demanding his life. Jiang Minglang shiver inexplicably. He also felt strange.
When did this sickly invalid’s aura become so terrifying?
However, he would not give up just like that!
…
When Tang Beibei got into the car, she noticed Jiang Minglang’s contemptuous gaze towards Jiang Jingchen and frowned unhappily.
It seemed that the rumor that Jiang Jingchen was neglected in the Jiang family despite being the eldest son because of his disability was true.
He probably already felt terrible because of his disability. Yet, he was not loved by his father and was bullied by his younger brother. Tang Beibei suddenly thought of herself. Her father did not love her, and she was bullied by her half-sisters.
When the man got into the car, Tang Beibei immediately held his big hand and said very seriously, “I’ll be good to you, always.”
Jiang Jingchen raised his eyebrows and coughed twice. “How are going to be good to me?”
Tang Beibei pondered for a few seconds before she replied, “I’ll make you lunch. I’ll cook you some of my signature dishes.”
“You know how to cook?”
Tang Beibei nodded shyly. “Yes, a little. If you don’t mind, have a taste of my cooking.”
“I would love to.”
He looked forward to the food that she would willingly cook for him.
Tang Beibei smiled and said to Song Zhou, “Song Zhou, can we go to the supermarket? I need to buy some groceries.”
Song Zhou didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at Jiang Jingchen and waited for his instructions.
Jiang Jingchen coughed twice when he noticed Song Zhou’s silence. “Song Zhou, do you not understand human language? My wife wants you to go to the supermarket.”
Song Zhou met his cold and warning gaze and felt a chill down his spine. He quickly replied, “Sure, young madam. Right away.”
Tang Beibei smiled. “You don’t have to call me young madam. You can just call me Beibei.”
Song Zhou looked at Jiang Jingchen in the rearview mirror. Given his young master’s protective attitude, he would definitely be tortured if he dared to call her Beibei.
“You’re too polite. You’re the young madam. It’s the rule for me to call you that.”
Tang Beibei still wanted to persuade him, but Jiang Jingchen comforted her, “It’s just a form of address. Don’t mind it. Song Zhou calls me young master, so he should call you young madam.”
“Okay.”
Tang Beibei thought to herself that perhaps there were some rules she should respect since the Jiangs were a noble family.
When they arrived at the supermarket, Tang Beibei got out of the car. Jiang Jingchen also wanted to go to the supermarket with her.
Song Zhou was surprised because his young master had never been to a supermarket. He tried to dissuade him, telling him that there were too many people in the supermarket, that it’s inconvenient for him to move about. Jiang Jingchen raised his head and gave him a cold look.
“Help me out of the car. I want to go with my wife to buy some groceries.”
Song Zhou was really afraid of Jing Jingchen’s murderous gaze. It was like a sword hanging over his head. He quickly got the wheelchair ready and helped him out of the car.
Tang Beibei was also worried, so she said softly, “Hubby, I’ll be done soon. Don’t bother.”
Jiang Jingchen held her hand. “It’s no bother at all to accompany my wife.”
It wasn’t easy to find a woman who was willing to cook for him. He wanted to accompany her.
Tang Beibei’s heart warmed when she heard that. She couldn’t bear to reject him anymore and pushed his wheelchair to the supermarket.
Tang Beibei went to buy fresh produce. She walked to the refrigerated shelves and asked him, “Is there anything you want to eat?”
When Jiang Jingchen saw the woman deliberately squat to look at him at eye level when she spoke, he smiled.
The dish he would like to eat was her.
“Just cook what you’re good at, I’m not picky.”
Tang Beibei thought to herself: he was a sick man and probably had many dietary restrictions. He didn’t tell her probably because he was worried that she wouldn’t be able to cook those dishes well.
He was a kind person.
“Then let me pick. I’ll make stewed ribs. It’s good for your legs.” Tang Beibei immediately went to buy pork ribs.
She asked the price of pork ribs and couldn’t help but frown. Pork ribs were so expensive now, and so was pork!
However, she looked at Jiang Jingchen and endured the pain and bought 500g of pork ribs.
Jiang Jingchen watched Tang Beibei worry about the price of 500g of pork ribs and chuckled. “The Jiang family gave you the betrothal money. Don’t be reluctant to spend it.”
However, Tang Beibei disagreed. “We still have a long way to go so we must be conservative. My betrothal money is ours. I can’t spend it recklessly.”
Her thinking was that since Jiang Jingchen was sick and his father didn’t care about him, he would need money to treat his illness.
He couldn’t work, so he would have to rely on her to support both of them. However, she was still studying, so she couldn’t waste a single cent of this money.
Jiang Jingchen felt strange when he heard that.
He was really looking forward to his future life.
“Alright, as you wish.”
Tang Beibei smiled and nodded. “Hubby, I will take good care of you.”
Song Zhou, who was standing quietly by the side, laughed secretly when he heard Tang Beibei talking about taking care of his young master.
His young master had a net worth of at least hundreds of billions yuan. Why would he need someone to support him?
Besides, Tang Beibei was just a student. She didn’t have any income so how could she support the young master?
Song Zhou noticed his young master’s gaze and quickly lowered his head.
Tang Beibei went to buy vegetables. She looked at the price of the vegetables and made comparisons in her head before she bought some vegetables. However, she felt that sick people should eat fruits, so she went to buy apples.
Just as she was about to weigh the fruits, a middle-aged woman suddenly walked to the wheelchair, saw Jiang Jingchen’s face and exclaimed, “Sh*t! Ugly monster, you scared me to death!”
The middle-aged woman’s voice was very loud, causing many people to look at Jiang Jingchen.
“Oh my God, that man is so ugly!”
“There are so many scars on his face. What kind of outrageous thing has he done?”
“Such an ugly face shouldn’t come out and scare people. He looks so scary. I think I’ll have nightmares after seeing his face!”
“….”
Jiang Jingchen’s face darkened, and his black eyes looked murderous.
Song Zhou’s face turned cold too when he heard what the people said. He wanted to scold them, but a woman’s voice rang out.
“Since you are so beautiful, why don’t you join a beauty contest?”
Tang Beibei was bringing her apples to the weighing machine when she heard this group of people saying nasty things around Jiang Jingchen. She was so angry that she rushed in front of him.
“What are you looking at? My husband is not ugly. I didn’t even charge you for looking at him. Go away!”
The first middle-aged woman who screamed mocked, “Oh, he’s your husband. Did you marry this cripple in a wheelchair because he’s rich?”
Tang Beibei was furious when she heard her calling Jiang Jingchen a cripple. “My husband is fine. It’s none of your business whether he is rich. Why should I tell you?”
The middle-aged woman looked at her with disdain. “I think you’re just greedy for this man’s money. That’s why you married him. Young girls these days are all gold diggers. Tsk, tsk. They would even marry a cripple for money. How sad!”
Tang Beibei was so angry that she clenched her fists. She took out five bank notes from her bag and threw them on the ground.
The middle-aged woman saw the money and immediately bent down to pick it up. Tang Beibei took a step forward and stepped on the corner of a note.
“You’re not a gold digger, but you pick up other people’s money when you see it?”
Only then did the middle-aged woman realize that Tang Beibei was embarrassing herself to insult her. She glared at Tang Beibei in shame and anger.
“You! Do you think you’re so great because you’re rich?”
Tang Beibei sneered. “This is my money. It won’t depreciate even if I step on it. However, if you take my money without my permission, it’s stealing. I can call the police to arrest you!”