Chapter 15 Was that guy a tycoon last night? (Part 5)

Then he stretched out his hand, already full of wrinkles, and took Ji Chicheng's hand, walking toward the main entrance.

At this moment, the halo of a loving father enveloped the old man. The silhouettes of father and son appeared so harmonious.

In such a large family, it's just like the ancient emperor's harem; those favored will inevitably attract jealousy.

Ji Ruoqian, still fuming over being punished to write a hundred ancient poems, stared at the doorway. After Ji Chicheng and the patriarch left, she said with a sour tone, "Grandpa's favoritism is just unparalleled."

Lin Yanqin sneered, "Please, no matter how favored, he is still just the son born of a mistress. What great things can he really do?"

Otherwise, it would not be Ji Jingfeng's turn to be groomed as the heir.

She tilted her chin up slightly, her posture expressing disdain and contempt for Ji Chicheng, yet the undeniable hint of sourness in her voice betrayed the jealousy and resentment inside her.

Just now in the dining room, Ji Chicheng indirectly helped Yang Yufang and the others twice, once again proving the old man's overwhelming doting on him. Her feelings toward him now were beyond just jealousy and hatred.

"Grandpa!"

The three women were grumbling sourly to each other when someone suddenly called out 'Grandpa' from behind them.

All three were startled, their faces turning pale.

"Where?"

Lin Yanqin looked around left and right, then toward the doorway, but she did not see the patriarch's figure.

Then she realized, turned around, and saw Ji Jingfeng and Yang Yufang coming out of the dining room, walking side by side.

Yang Yufang slightly lifted her chin, her lips curling with a hint of triumph.

Lin Yanqin's gaze swept coldly over Yang Yufang's face before fixing on Ji Jingfeng, glaring at him, "You little brat, how dare you trick me."

She was still in shock, the color not yet returned to her face.

Looking at her, Yang Yufang said with a curved smile, "Sister-in-law, our Jingfeng was just kindly reminding you."

With that, she extended her arm to entwine with Ji Jingfeng's and began walking toward the stairs.

Frustrated by her repeated defeats to her today, Lin Yanqin watched Yang Yufang's departing back and said coldly, "Yang Yufang, what do you have to be so pleased about? Do you really think your son will definitely become the Ji Family's heir?"

At those words, Yang Yufang stopped, turned her head slightly, and responded calmly to Lin Yanqin, "The Ji Family's business won't be inherited by females, so at least my Jingfeng has a chance."

The implication was that since she had given birth to two daughters, she had no chance at all.

"You…" Lin Yanqin, filled with anger, noticed even Yang Yufang's steps seemed smug. She gritted her teeth with hatred, "Even if your son becomes the heir of the Ji Family, having a mother who was a nightclub hostess will still bring him shame."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yufang's expression stiffened, and her steps faltered.

Knowing she had hit Yang Yufang's sore spot, Lin Yanqin could not express enough satisfaction.