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Sun Nanyan looked straight at Jian Ci with cold eyes.

It is full of scrutiny.

At this time, she finally understood Jian Ci's sentence, "You will know who I am in the future".

It turned out to be Mr. Lu's project investor.

But how did she become an investor?

You must know that Mr. Lu's project is not so easy to get.

She is so young, not even a freshman, why should she be this investor?

If it's by family...

The Jian family doesn't seem to be well-known among the aristocratic families in Kyoto.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Jian An to just be a small literary and art cadre in the Ministry of Literature and Art.

Sun Nanyan's brain was running at high speed.

For fear of missing any key information.

But at this moment, Fang Yue came back to his senses and blurted out with disbelief on his face: "This is impossible! Which of your research projects is not national-level, and it is her turn to invest?! What is she! "

When Lu Zongyan saw that someone was speaking rudely to his master, his face suddenly darkened, "Is this the quality that a student of Kyoto University should have? Treating others so rudely, I don't know the word respect at all."

Lu Zongyan was always funny and kind when he was giving lectures, and he never treated anyone harshly.

So much so that Fang Yue was frightened by his sudden serious reprimand, and was at a loss for words, "I..."

Sun Nanyan, who was behind her, had already seen the development of the situation clearly, and immediately said softly, "Fang Yue, apologize to Professor Lu."

Fang Yue also came to his senses at this time, and said in a panic, "I'm sorry, Professor Lu, I didn't mean that."

Sun Nanyan asked her to apologize to Professor Lu, but not to Jian Ci.

Obviously she didn't think Fang Yue was wrong.

Standing there, Jian Ci raised her eyebrows, and there was a bit of playfulness in her eyes.

"You don't need to apologize to me. The person you should apologize to should be her." Lu Zongyan obviously noticed it too, so he didn't buy it.

Fang Yue raised her head abruptly when she heard this, and said in disbelief, "Shall I apologize to her?"

Director Zhao next to him also looked displeased and said, "Shouldn't you apologize?"

"Director, why should I apologize to her? She was the one who hurt me first! Look at my hand!" Miss Fang Yue lost her temper, she reached out her hand decisively, and saw a tiny white streak on the nail. scratches.

Director Zhao: "..."

Is this considered an injury?

"Your hand was obviously dropped by yourself, so it has nothing to do with me." Jian Ci's posture was loose, revealing a sense of laziness.

Fang Yue immediately pointed at Jian Ci's nose and said angrily: "It's clear that you are desperate! When I fell just now, if you didn't dodge and pull me, I wouldn't fall like this!"

Jian Ci smiled, with a trace of evil on the brow bone, "Which law stipulates that I must save you?"

Fang Yue was outraged by her uprightness, "You!"

Seeing that the situation has reached an impasse.

Unexpectedly, Jian An came out again desperately, and asked in disbelief: "Sister, since you know Professor Lu so well, why are you unwilling to let Professor Lu come to treat your father when he is sick?"

She never thought that Jian Ci was not only a student of Kyoto University, but also Lu Zongyan's boss!

Although I don't know why those people insisted that she was Lu Zongyan's student, but this result made her even more angry than being a student.

Because Jian Ci's investment must be taken from the company.

Otherwise, where would she get so much money to burn it!

Thinking of this bitch squandering the company's money, Jian An gritted her teeth with hatred.

These are obviously left to me by my father in the future!

But now he was being abused by this little bitch at will.

I also met a master of traditional Chinese medicine like Lu Zongyan.

How reconciled does this make her!

Now the company is hers, and Lu Zongyan's resources are also hers. Once everything is in her hands, she wants to come to the school to be gilded?

dream!

snort!

She insisted on ruining this person's reputation. Let's see how Jian Ci will mess around in school in the future!

So Jian An, who made up his mind, looked even more sad, "Sister, my mother and I almost asked for help in order to find Professor Lu, and my father almost failed to be rescued in the emergency room, and he was notified of critical illness several times."

After hearing this, Fang Yue's originally annoyed expression immediately turned into contempt and sarcasm, "That's right, a person like you who can't even save his own father and has no humanity, let alone being able to extend to strangers." Help is here."

Lu Zongyan, who was standing beside him, also looked at Jian Ci in surprise, "You still have a younger sister?"

Why has he never heard Jian Ci say it?

Regarding this, Jian Ci glanced at Jian An with a half-smile.

That glance made Jian An inexplicably feel a bad feeling.

Sure enough, she heard her say in the next second: "Jian Guoxing's little wife gave birth to her. She was pregnant before my mother died."

As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly fell silent.

Jian An's expression froze even more.

She never expected that Jian Ci would reveal her identity in public.

Although this was not clearly stated, none of the people present were fools.

The words "illegitimate daughter" were instantly attached to Jian An's body.

For a moment, the eyes of everyone present looking at her changed.

That contempt, contempt and sarcasm.

It made Jian An subconsciously want to escape.

But she also knew that once she ran away, besides the school celebration, there would be her name on the school forum today.

So, she can't run.

Even if you die, you can't run!

She has to hold on!

At that moment, Jian An clenched his fists tightly and forced himself to calm down.

She lowered her head aggrievedly, with a weak cry in her voice, "Sister, I know you have always hated me, I can understand, and I never blame you, but Dad is always our father, and life is at stake. God, I have to give him a chance to live."

Jian An has always been able to catch the innocent and pitiful appearance.

Her words put herself at the lowest point, and she showed a filial look of caring for her father between the lines, and the expressions of the people present naturally softened.

What's more, Fang Yue contributed to the flames, saying: "What kind of skill is it to vent your anger on my sister? She didn't want to be born by herself. If she really has the backbone, she will run away from home and start her own business."

When the people around heard this, they felt that it made sense.

Looking at Jian Ci, there was also a bit of condemnation in his eyes.

"Yeah, she didn't want to be born herself, she is also innocent."

"You can't just pinch persimmons that are soft."

"Don't bully people too much."

……

Listening to those denunciations, Jian An secretly rejoiced, but the surface became more and more soft and helpless, "Sister, Dad is actually very guilty in his heart, so even if you anger him into the ward and never see him once, he will not blame him." over you."

The voices in the crowd also gradually became louder.

"It's too much, my father was hospitalized, and he didn't even go there once."

"Is this still a daughter?"

"It's really unfilial."

……

However, facing these voices, Jian Ci always had a smile on his lips, and said calmly: "I didn't go to see him, just like he has never seen me in the past 18 years. I just followed suit. Why can't it work?"

The voices of those discussions froze.

Never seen it in 18 years?

What do you mean?

At that moment, they remembered what Jian An said just now that she had been studying in Yuncheng.

Then I was shocked.

So, the eldest daughter has been living outside for 18 years and hasn't come back once?

Is this something my father can do? !

Fearing that the public opinion would change, Jian An said eagerly, "That's because of grandpa..."

Before the words were finished, Jian Ci's pupils shrank, and the originally loose and casual eyes gradually became sharper.

Although there was still a smile on his face, there was no warmth left.

I can even feel that cold and wild perversity.