Chapter 198: Chapter 191: Zhan Yuanshan Gave Qiao Jing a Special Red Envelope
“The snow is getting heavier, let’s go back,” Zhan Qipei gathered Qiao Jing’s coat at the front, and as a show of his gentlemanly manner, slightly lifted his hands, careful not to touch where he shouldn’t.
Qiao Jing noticed this subtle gesture and a nearly imperceptible ripple flickered in her eyes. She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly, “Mhm.”
As the two of them walked away, numerous girls clutched their hands to their hearts, brimming with envy.
It was unclear if they envied Qiao Jing or Zhan Qipei.
“Just drop dead from jealousy! When you two get divorced, the one standing next to Xiao Jingjing will be me! Xiao Jingjing and I are the natural couple, made for each other by heaven and earth.”
Cao Feiyu’s words seemed nonchalant, but inside he was bursting with envy. Despite his reluctance to admit it, the scene before him showed just how well-matched Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei were, their interaction perfect to a fault.
After the heavy snow, the New Year arrived.
On New Year’s Eve, Qiao Jing followed Zhan Qipei to Purple Garden.
Su Manhan’s mood was quite good until she saw Qiao Jing, then her face immediately soured.
“Jing Girl is here, come here, here’s a red envelope for you,” Zhan Yuanshan took out a red envelope he had prepared in advance and stuffed it into Qiao Jing’s hand.
The envelope wasn’t thick; it seemed to contain only two or three notes.
In contrast, the red envelopes for Zhan Qipei, Zhan Nanqing, and Zhan Yuanshan’s younger relatives were all a thick stack.
Zhan Nanqing pulled out the money from inside the red envelope and counted it.
It wasn’t much, but receiving red envelopes during the New Year was all about the festive spirit.
Zhan Nanqing’s gaze shifted, landing on the thin red envelope in Qiao Jing’s hand.
That didn’t seem right; Grandpa Ming clearly adored Qiao Jing.
“Qiao Jing, why don’t you open it and take a look?” Zhan Nanqing edged closer to Qiao Jing and asked.
Zhan Nanqing’s voice wasn’t low, and Su Manhan and Zhan Ruiting heard it too; everyone grew curious about the red envelope in Qiao Jing’s hand.
Everyone felt it was odd, just like Zhan Nanqing.
After all, Zhan Yuanshan’s doting on Qiao Jing was well known to all.
“It’s nothing interesting; receiving red envelopes is just for the festive joy, the amount doesn’t matter.” Qiao Jing spoke indifferently and proceeded to stuff the red envelope into her pocket.
“I want to see it if you’re not going to look!” Zhan Nanqing was dying of curiosity and snatched the red envelope from Qiao Jing’s hand.
Her instinct told her that Qiao Jing’s red envelope was anything but ordinary.
Zhan Ruiting and Lu Zijiao, who had come to pay a New Year’s visit, leaned in as well; they also wanted to know what made Zhan Yuanshan’s red envelope to Qiao Jing so special.
Upon opening it, they were simultaneously stunned, shocked!
“Holy shit!” Lu Zijiao couldn’t help but swear.
Lu Zijiao’s exclamation drew the attention of the elders like Su Manhan as well.
What kind of red envelope was it? Was all this commotion really warranted?
Could it be that the old man had given Qiao Jing a villa or some significant property? Or perhaps transferred a portion of Zhan Corporation’s shares to Qiao Jing?
Su Manhan was thoroughly frightened by her own thoughts—if it was as she speculated… especially since Grandpa Ming’s shares were no small matter!
At this, Su Manhan’s forehead broke out in a dense sweat, and she walked over to Zhan Nanqing and the others with stiff steps.
“What did he give, what did he give?”
Lu Zijiao unfolded the paper inside the envelope to show Su Manhan.
Su Manhan’s eyes immediately widened.
—Zhan Qipei’s deed of sale.
The old man was practically selling Zhan Qipei to Qiao Jing.
“Hehehe—” Zhan Yuanshan chuckled as he approached Qiao Jing, “What do you think, Jing Girl? Do you red envelope of mine?”
Before Qiao Jing could answer, Lu Zijiao began reading aloud the deed of sale.
“Starting today, my grandson Zhan Qipei belongs only to Qiao Jing, to be smacked, scolded, and cough cough cough—”
As she read this part, Lu Zijiao’s face turned red, and so did her ears; she gave Zhan Yuanshan a thumbs-up.
Truly the work of an old hand at this! Such an unexpected move.
Zhan Nanqing glanced over the contract, and instantly her face turned even redder than Lu Zijiao’s.
The terms of this contract seemed as if they’d been dipped in dye; they were shamefully, utterly indescribable.
If this were published as a novel, it would definitely be censored.
In the end, the contract fell into Zhan Qipei’s hands. Zhan Qipei looked it over nonchalantly, and after he finished, he looked at Zhan Yuanshan.
“Of course!” Zhan Yuanshan stroked his beard, quite satisfied with his own handiwork.
Although Qiao Jing had not seen all of the contract’s content, based on the reactions of Zhan Nanqing and the others on the scene, she could more or less guess some of it.
Neither the old nor young had any shame.
Speaking of which, Qiao Jing had been present when Zhan Yuanshan and her grandfather had set up the 100-day marriage affair. Still, she had been too young at that time and lacked the ability to object.
She vaguely remembered Zhan Yuanshan insisting doggedly on her grandfather, face unabashed, demanding she marry his grandson.
Her grandfather, who was originally one of Zhan Yuanshan’s subordinates, had also taken a bullet for Zhan Yuanshan on the battlefield, and his health was deteriorating ever since, was never well, so he too wanted to find her a Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories. In the end, he agreed to the marriage.
After the meal, Su Manhan joined Mother Lu and several others in a game of mahjong.
While playing mahjong, Su Manhan looked over at Qiao Jing. Zhan Ruiting and Lu Zijin, along with several other young family members, were crowded around Qiao Jing. Zhan Qipei just sat beside Qiao Jing, his hand resting on the back of the sofa behind her, emanating a vibe of “she’s my wife, no one else can have her.”
Su Manhan found this scene rather headache-inducing.
“I really don’t get it, do young people these days just look at outward appearances? Don’t they value substance at all?” Su Manhan couldn’t hold back her critique.
Mother Lu and the others knew right away who Su Manhan was referring to.
Mother Lu, with a kind look, turned her gaze away from Qiao Jing, “I think this girl is quite good, and what’s more, I’ve heard from Zijin and his brother that Qiao Jing even knows medical skills and some martial arts; she’s a rare talent.”
“What talent? A blind cat ran into a dead mouse and saved the old man. Martial arts? Ha! She’s just a country person with a sturdy build. Do you really think she knows martial arts? To me, she seems crude!” The words that came out of Su Manhan’s mouth grew increasingly unpleasant.
Mother Lu frowned, “Do you think you might be too prejudiced against her?”
“What prejudice? Don’t be deceived by that girl’s appearance. She seems harmless now because you outsiders are here. You don’t know what she’s like to me on regular days.
She never calls me ‘Mom’; I could let that slide, but she gives me cold shoulders and even argues with me often!”
Su Manhan wished she could drive Qiao Jing out right now, to prevent her from attracting any more unwanted attention and tarnishing the Zhan family’s reputation.
Mother Lu couldn’t listen anymore and retorted, “Isn’t it because you told her not to call you ‘Mom’?”
Mother Lu hadn’t witnessed the incident, but having known Su Manhan for so many years, she knew what kind of person she was. Plus, considering Qiao Jing came from the countryside, the truth of the matter was probably as she described.