Seeing that the woman still had not snapped out of her daze, Zhong Fanrui called out hesitantly, "Mom, I-"
But she turned on him viciously, raised her hand, and slapped him.
The blow knocked Zhong Fanrui's face to the side. When he turned back, disbelief covered his face. "Mom?!"
"You still have the nerve to call me Mom?! You couldn't even keep a few men on the hook? Was all my effort raising you wasted?!" The woman tore away her mask of kindness, her gaze venomous. "You can't even compare to Jian Ran? What good are you?!"
"What do you think all those years of polishing your image were for?!"
The woman stood up with her bird's nest soup. "The Zhong family doesn't support freeloaders. You'd better watch yourself!"
With that, she stormed away, leaving Zhong Fanrui still reeling in shock.
So heaven and hell were only a thin line apart.
All the wonderful things he seemed to possess had never actually belonged to him?!
He stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at his exquisite, beautiful face. Suddenly, it began to look unfamiliar, and he asked quietly,
"Am I really no match for Jian Ran? Am I completely useless?"
The expression of the person in the mirror seemed to shift. His lips moved, but the running water drowned out his murmured words.
Jian Ran and Lu Yanting left the Lu Family Old Residence and headed straight for his apartment.
His divination tools, cinnabar, brushes and ink, and several old books he had picked up were all there. If they wanted to find Enjoying Prosperity, they could only go back first and work out a plan.
The moment they stepped inside, they divided the work clearly.
One handled the science and technology.
The other handled the unscientific technology.
In short,