WBSGVS Chapter 252 Part 2

【Ah! It’s Jiang Qingli! I remember her! Is she turning eighteen today? Everyone thought she was going to debut back then, but instead, she single-handedly took down a whole TV production team and vanished. I guess her dad finally woke up after we all called him garbage!】

[I’m so jealous! Is this what a rich person’s birthday looks like?]

[And what’s even crazier—her coming-of-age gift was company shares her dad transferred to her. That’s worth several billion right there!!!]

[??? Okay, guess I’m just not in the same league.]

The internet was buzzing, and in real life, the area around the giant screen was filled with voices of awe.

On the big screen, the girl was radiant with youthful beauty, her features like a painting, dressed elegantly, and her status was nothing short of jaw-dropping. People were practically drooling with envy, and the chatter around never stopped.

“If my dad were like that, I’d be laughing in my sleep!”

“Yeah, they must have such a great father-daughter relationship…” another girl said enviously. “My dad’s not—”

“Yeah, right!” The sharp curse came from a scruffy, disheveled man passing by.

The girl froze mid-sentence and gave him a baffled look. “What’s your problem, psycho?”

“Pfft.” Jiang Zheng let out a mocking snort and staggered on.

That father and daughter? Neither of them was any good.

A great relationship? Please.

Sure, maybe Jiang Xi cared about Jiang Qingli now—

Which made it even funnier. Just thinking about what Jiang Xi was going to face next made Jiang Zheng giddy.

Four months in prison hadn’t affected him much. The inmates he shared a cell with weren’t exactly hardened criminals. But what stung was that he’d been officially kicked out of the Jiang family.

The day he was released, he’d been full of hope, thinking his grandfather would come pick him up. But outside the prison gates—it was empty. Not a single person.

He went to the Jiang estate afterward, only to be stopped at the gate and denied entry.

He tried calling, but the numbers had been changed—completely cut off.

After jumping through hoops, he finally managed to see his grandfather, but the butler immediately whisked the old man away.

His grandfather was his only family left in China. Now, with Jiang Xi’s ruthless move, he was all alone—nothing but an ID card to his name. Dirt poor.

He couldn’t even leave the country for six months, per post-release regulations.

Jiang Zheng reached out to his father, but ever since his dad had been sent abroad, they hadn’t seen each other in over a decade. They’d kept in touch before, and his father would send money. But now that it was Jiang Zheng’s turn to need help, he got nothing but scolding and complaints.

His father claimed life overseas was hard, that Jiang Xi had cut off the remittances, and that he was barely scraping by himself.

But Jiang Zheng knew for a fact that he and his grandfather had sent at least thirty million yuan abroad back in the day. No way was his father starving.

He just didn’t want to give him anything.

After all, he had a new family now. And Jiang Zheng? He was just a discarded son.

To survive, Jiang Zheng went from being a pampered young master to hauling bricks at a construction site. His once-fine hands blistered, broke, and blistered again. In just over a month, it felt like he’d lived through years of hardship.

He’d tried applying for other jobs. The Jiang family’s education had made him a capable man.

But with a criminal record—and Jiang Xi making calls behind the scenes—no decent company would touch him. The shady ones? Constant wage delays. And when you’re dirt poor, a late paycheck is as good as a death sentence.

So back to the construction site he went.

Today had been just another day—until after work, when he stopped by the supermarket. The cashier told him, “All Jiang Group products are 34% off today! Big promotion! Stock up—you won’t get this chance again!”

Thirty-four percent off—that’s practically half price.

He was about to ask why when the cashier said with a smile, “I heard the Jiang family’s little princess is celebrating her coming-of-age today. The whole Jiang Group is running the 6.6 discount as a good-luck blessing, wishing her smooth sailing in life. Some kids are just born at the finish line!”

Jiang Zheng’s head buzzed like he’d been hit with a bat. All the bitterness he’d been pushing down came flooding back.

He dropped every Jiang product from his cart, bought a bunch of alcohol instead, and started drinking on the sidewalk.

Drunk and thinking he’d managed to forget his troubles, he happened to glance up—only to see the giant screen flashing stunning birthday photos of the girl.

He couldn’t stomach it. Forcing himself to his feet, he stumbled away, passing the two girls from earlier, and couldn’t resist spitting out those three words.

A great relationship? Yeah, right.

That girl, Jiang Qingli, didn’t have a good relationship with Jiang Xi at all.

Did Jiang Xi think that after ignoring her all these years, a little kindness now would melt her heart and make her reconcile with him? Keep dreaming.

Jiang Zheng didn’t say it aloud, but he was delighted.

Why? Because back when he’d wanted to meet Jiang Xi, he’d been flat-out rejected. Missing that chance to learn the truth, Jiang Xi was bound to regret it one day.

And Jiang Zheng was waiting for that day to come.

“Serves you right.” Jiang Zheng chuckled, as if he could already see Jiang Xi’s future misery.

Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed his stomach. Then—thwack—pain bloomed somewhere else. The alcohol had dulled some of his senses, but he still had no time to cry for help before his body went limp.

He forced his eyes open to see the attacker’s face—faintly familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

“Who… are you?” His voice was barely a whisper.

The man heard him. A flash of madness and hate darkened his eyes as he gripped Jiang Zheng’s throat and gave a chilling laugh. “You don’t even know who I am? How pathetic!”

He yanked the knife out and stabbed again, shouting with raw fury, “You ruined my career as a director! You wrecked my family! And now you don’t even remember me?! If you hadn’t come to me saying your cousin was perfect for my show, if you hadn’t promised me things that led me to mess with her, I wouldn’t have ended up in jail with a record! When I got out, I had nothing left—no job, no home!”

“It’s… you…” Jiang Zheng finally remembered. But it was too late. He’d lost too much blood to even call out.

As he collapsed, the last thing he saw was the empty, crumbling alley—the path that led to his current home.

But he’d never be going back.