Following her mother Yang Liping's gaze, Joanna looked toward Jiang Che, who sat in the seat of honor and was being fawned over like the moon surrounded by stars.
She pursed her lips gently and said nothing.
She had heard of this famous Young Master Jiang before.
Seeing him in person was better than hearing of him a hundred times. After meeting Jiang Che, Joanna suddenly understood why the public had bestowed upon him so many lofty titles, such as "Jiangzhou's Number One Young Master," "Crown Prince of Jiang Prefecture," and "God of Investment."
If nothing else, the man's looks were absolutely top-tier. No matter where he went, he would always be the center of attention.
"Was Ye Chen even worthy of being compared to someone like him?"
Joanna felt bitter inside.
One was Jiangzhou's Number One Young Master, standing high above all others. The other was the internet sensation "Holy Knight Brother" and "Jiangnan's Second Talented Scholar."
There was no comparison between the two at all. They were as far apart as clouds and mud!
Before Jiang Che, her useless husband, who only knew how to live off a woman and had even humiliated himself in public, was completely unpresentable.
Without comparison, there would be no hurt. After hearing her mother Yang Liping's rather leading words, Joanna's disgust toward Ye Chen deepened further.
Outside the Qiao Family's old residence.
Ye Chen had changed into a clean pair of ripped jeans, a white shirt washed so many times it had faded, and a pair of old canvas shoes.
He hugged the Emperor's Divine Cauldron tightly against his chest and strode toward the Qiao Family's gates with an arrogant swagger.
Behind him, Li Tianshun followed closely like a loyal lackey.
"Stop!"
As expected, Ye Chen was stopped by the guards