Chapter 28 Who did Miss Ji just push downstairs?
The arrival of Ji Mingzong directly pushed the banquet to a climax.
Zhao Jiahuai walked in slowly with the invitation, passed through the layers of people, and accurately positioned himself next to Ji Hongyi.
Deng Yi has her own personal account of the relationships among the major wealthy families in Beijing and Hong Kong, and the Zhao Group happens to be at the top of her network.
When I see someone coming, I naturally want to eagerly stick to him.
"Master Zhao."
Zhao Jiahuai responded with a smile, nodded slightly, and looked past Ji Mingzong, as if he didn't recognize her: "Mrs. Ji."
"Let me introduce to Mr. Zhao, my daughter, Ji Rourou."
"Rourou, say hello," Deng Yi pushed Ji Rourou's waist forward, intending to make her appear in front of the dignitaries in Beijing and Hong Kong.
"Mr. Zhao," Ji Rourou nodded gently, pretending to be well-behaved.
Zhao Jiahuai's eyes lingered on her body, and the confusion and confusion in his eyes were not hidden at all. At the end of the day, he pretended not to know anything and asked: "Is this the biological daughter that Mr. Ji found?"
"Yes," Ji Hongyi responded with a smile on his face: "The family scandal makes Mr. Zhao laugh."
Zhao Jiahuai's fingertips holding the wine glass rose and fell slightly on the surface of the glass a few times, as if he was a carefree young man: "I'm afraid it's not a family scandal!"
"What do Mr. Zhao mean by these words?" Although Ji Hongyi wanted to get married to the Zhao family, and Zhao Jiahuai was indeed very capable, he was far from a rank that could step on his face.
Zhao Jiahuai took a sip of his wine slowly: "Ask Miss Ji! Who just pushed into the swimming pool from the second floor."
Ji Rourou's heart trembled and she looked at Zhao Jiahuai with dumbfounded eyes.
He is so young that he can't hide anything.
Ji Hongyi vaguely knew about this without even asking, and his cold eyes glanced at Deng Yi.
The latter hurriedly pulled people away from the crowd and entered the rest room outside the banquet hall.
"Who did you push down?"
Ji Rourou trembled and did not dare to speak.
Deng Yi rarely scolded her: "Speak."
"Ji Jilan"
"You" Deng Yi raised his hand angrily and wanted to slap her. Qian Dingzhu and Wan told her that she set up this trap today just for Ji Lan and Li Zhen, but in the end she just sent the heroine away directly.
The saying "If success is insufficient, failure is more likely to fail" has been on Deng Yi's lips for a long time without letting go.
"Don't go out, stay here and reflect."
Deng Yi endured his anger and returned to the banquet hall from the rest room.
During the gathering, Ji Mingzong was surrounded by people. During the chat, someone asked where Ji Mingzong was employed, but the latter smiled and did not answer, pretending to be mysterious.
At the end of a banquet, Deng Yi's bamboo basket was empty.
The matchmaker didn't take it seriously and made wedding clothes for others.
If he had known that Ji Lan and Ji Mingzong had hooked up a long time ago, he would have wanted to kill them.
"Miss Ji, sir, he asked you to wait for him upstairs."
Ji Lan packed up and was about to go downstairs. When he opened the door, Yan Hui blocked him in the room.
"Can you please take me back?" Ji Lan didn't want to stay here any longer.
Knowing clearly that it was the Hongmen Banquet, I came here just to give her face.
Yan was a little embarrassed at the meeting. He thought about it for a while and then said: "Miss Ji, please go in and wait? I want to ask for permission."
Ji Lan understood, closed the door and went in.
Not long after, Yan Hui knocked on the door: "Miss Ji, please."
At nine o'clock, Ji Lan got home, changed her clothes and took off her makeup. I was picking up a few small copyrights that my company bought some time ago and preparing to check them out when the doorbell rang.
Aunt Zhang, the housekeeper of the Ji family, stood at the door and looked at her with an embarrassed expression, "Miss, Madam asked me to invite you back."
"Is something wrong?" Ji Lan asked.
Aunt Zhang was a little embarrassed to say: "The Ji family has not been at peace recently since Miss Rourou came back. Madam is probably scolding you for calling you back now."
"I'm going back even though I know I'm going to get scolded?" Is she an idiot?
"I" Aunt Zhang sighed helplessly. After all, she was the child she watched grow up, and now she can't bear to see her like this.
Deng Yi obviously knew that Aunt Zhang was kind to her and that Ji Lan would miss her old friendship, so he always asked her to invite her.
There was a moment of silence in the quiet corridor. Ji Lan didn't want to embarrass her: "I'll go with you."
Aunt Zhang has worked in the Ji family all her life and will retire in less than two years. Her lifeline is in the hands of the Ji family and is tightly controlled.
Although Deng Yi is not a good person, Mr. Ji is a good person. The aunts and housekeepers from the Ji family receive the company's social security. At least, they don't have to worry about their old age.
Her lifelong job was ruined by the feud between her and Deng Yi.
At half past ten, the black BMW parked in front of Ji's house.
As soon as Ji Lan stepped in, he was froze by the cold atmosphere in the living room. He turned his eyes to Ji Hongyi and shouted reluctantly: "Dad."
"Sit!" Ji Hongyi put the cigar in his hand on the ashtray, took off the black suit at the banquet and hung it on the back of the sofa, took a sip of tea and moistened his throat: "Li Zhen, what do you think?"
Ji Lan understood, and the affection she had for Ji Hongyi in her heart was gradually being wiped out: "He looks down on me."
"Did he tell you?" Ji Hongyi was surprised.
"A double-majoring master of finance from Massachusetts, who was hired back by my grandfather with a high salary. Such a person must not be short-sighted. As long as he can weigh the pros and cons, he should know that I am just an adopted daughter. Befriending me will not bring him any benefits. Maybe There will be a steady stream of troubles. Dad, you taught me that the essence of the relationship between men and women is the exchange of interests."
Meat for meat, grass for grass, and today, they actually want to exchange grass for meat.
But today, they actually wanted to exchange grass for meat.
Do you think you are too smart or do you think the other person is too stupid?
Ji Hongyi was speechless by Ji Lan's words.
When Ji Lan was willing to give up on the matter, Deng Yi opened the door and walked out: "In addition to interests, the essence of the relationship between men and women is also the relationship between money and body. Ji Lan, if it is not Mr. Li, it will be someone else."
What Deng Yi said was very naked. She had no choice. This was the path she had to take.
"So you picked me back just to send me to a man's bed?" Ji Lan sat on the sofa, her back straight and her face tense as she looked at Deng Yi.
There was no emotion in his eyes, just anger.
"Jilan, a businessman, will never do anything that harms others but does not benefit oneself. The Ji family has given you a pampered life for twenty years. They have raised you to be a noble person. They did not raise you in vain."
If Ji Lan could bear the first few sentences, then this sentence was the source of the explosion.
Twenty years.
In the past twenty years, she had been raised as a tool by Deng Yi. When she was a child, she used her miserable life experience to make money. When she grew up, she wanted to use her beauty in exchange for benefits.
But they have never thought about whether all this is what they want. She picked up an infant baby and trained it into a tool. How should she be grateful to them?
She was clearly the victim, but every sentence, punctuation mark, and verbal expression between Deng Yi and Ji Hongyi seemed like they had suffered a huge loss.
Ji Lan couldn't bear it anymore and stood up suddenly, glaring at her angrily: "Did I let you raise her?"
Compared to Ji Lan's violent rage, Deng Yi seemed to know how to calmly disgrace her: "You didn't let me raise you, but did you leave?"
"Jilan, it's okay if you didn't have a sense of autonomy before you turned eighteen. If you have a sense of autonomy after you turn eighteen, haven't you ever completely resisted?"