After the full-level supernatural being recognized by the rich family

Zhong Yaojin locked the door, and on a thought, he released his three treasures.

With another move, another puppet appeared in his hand.

Zhong Yao held the puppet of the first generation puppeteer and put him on the bed. He and his three treasures stood beside him and stared at him.

The size of this doll is only slightly taller than Yue Guang and the others. He lies on the bed with his eyes closed, but he is full of vitality, and there is no sign of the brokenness of a sleeping doll at all.

His eyebrows were black, and the first generation puppeteer had carved a small golden-black mole between his eyebrows. His long and curled eyelashes were boldly made of two colors, black and honey-tea brown. At the moment he was lying there, he looked even more mysterious.

Bixi grabbed Zhong Yao's clothes and shook them gently: "Mother, what's his name?"

Zhong Yao took out the box that contained him and squatted on the ground, searching for it over and over again.

There is a jade bamboo folding fan in the box, with a standard 2.0-inch -square opening and rat-eye nails made of black ox horn embedded at the bottom.

The burnt foil fan has three quarters of ink background and one quarter of white background. The place where the black and white meet is not rigidly separated, but gradually separated by several continuous strokes of ink.

The white background is pure and flawless, and gold foil is burned on the ink background to outline a few golden bamboos. Due to the light from different angles, the bamboo also reveals the copper green produced by heating with sulfur as the medium.

At the bottom of the folding fan, there was a fan pendant, and on the short tassel of the fan pendant was an irregular black stone.

Zhong Yao suddenly felt something familiar, but when he thought about it more carefully, he couldn't remember anything.

I searched the box for a long time, but couldn't find any useful information except the fan.

Zhong Yao took the fan in his hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and finally put it down helplessly.

She shook her head and said, "I don't know his name either."

According to tradition, a puppet without strings will fall into a deep sleep, and there is no possibility of a sleeping puppet waking up. But why is their lineage so sure that he will wake up?

Zhong Yao stretched out his finger and poked the puppet's soft cheek. "As for waking him up, I have no idea yet. Let's leave it at that for now."

Zhong Yao helped the doll sit up, combed his long jet-black hair, and then put him back into the box.

Outside the door, Jiang Tao was knocking.

"Zhong Yao, open the door! Do you hear me? Open the door for me!"

Jiang Bolin heard the voice, walked out of the study and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Tao was a little afraid: "Dad, I have something to talk to Zhong Yao about."

Jiang Bolin raised his eyebrows, "You call her Zhong Yao? That doesn't seem close at all. No wonder the child doesn't want to acknowledge you."

Jiang Tao was delighted. Zhong Yao didn't want to recognize him? That was great!

Jiang Bailin saw through Jiang Tao's thoughts at a glance. He sneered, "I will definitely recognize A Yao as a member of the Jiang family. You'd better stop dreaming about those unrealistic things. Instead of trying so hard to get A Yao to leave, you might as well think of a way to cover up the dirty things you did when you were young."

Jiang Tao's face turned pale and red, and he lowered his head and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Bailin snorted coldly, turned away and went back to the study.

Jiang Tao was a little panicked. What should he do now? The old man was determined to recognize Zhong Yao.

Inside the house, amber yellow-orange eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to summon his weapon.

It was a beautiful crystal ball, and in the very center was a round amber.

The crystal ball was held in her small hands, and Amber was about to walk out the door.

"You want your mother to leave? Fine, kill him, and your mother will get the money and leave!"

Inside the house, Zhong Yao quickly retrieved Amber, held her small body in his arms, and said to her in a gentle voice, "Don't listen to his nonsense. His words don't count. This family has to listen to Grandpa now."

Amber struggled for a moment before slowly calming down.

She put away the crystal ball, raised her head, held Zhong Yao's face, and kissed her forehead solemnly.

"Mother, I want to kill everyone who comes against you."

Zhong Yao pressed Amber into his arms and gently stroked her soft long hair: "Thank you, Amber, baby. Mom has always known your feelings."

Zhong Yao seldom called herself mother, but when they heard her say that, the three children's expressions softened a lot.

The puppeteer is the soul of the puppet and the one who controls the puppet.

Those puppets that were forced into a deep sleep due to the death of their puppeteers lost their souls and their threads were cut.

"I'll open the door and meet him now, babies, go back to the space, okay?"

Amber nodded obediently and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bixi came over, raised her hand and held Zhong Yao's hand, cheering her on: "Come on, mother!"

The moonlight curled her lips slightly, and then disappeared in a flash.

Zhong Yao stood up, opened the door, leaned against the door with his arms folded, and looked at Jiang Tao with a playful expression.

"Hey, scumbag dad."

Jiang Tao sneered. He thought that the conversation he had just had with the old man must have been heard by this girl. He actually felt a little embarrassed at the moment.

Jiang Tao took a deep breath and said, "Come with me to the third floor."

Zhong Yao raised his eyebrows, turned around, closed the door, and obediently followed Jiang Tao to his study on the third floor.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhong Yao found a place to sit down in a familiar manner, raised his legs, and crossed his feet on the small side table.

She leaned sideways and took a book from the bookshelf next to her. After flipping through two pages, she pouted and put the book back. Then her whole body began to lean back, as if she had no sitting bones, looking like a dandy.

Jiang Tao's eyes twitched. He really didn't understand why he, the CEO of a wealthy family, would give birth to such a gangster-like daughter.

Zhong Yao twitched his chin and said, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Jiang Tao tried to calm down and asked her, "I heard from your grandfather that you want to return to the Jiang family?"

Zhong Yao hummed, "I have this idea, what's wrong, scumbag dad, is there any problem?"

Jiang Tao couldn't help but feel a headache when he heard Zhong Yao call him a scumbag father. He asked harshly, "Is this your attitude towards your biological father?"

Zhong Yao humbly asked for advice: "Dad, what's wrong with my attitude?"

Jiang Tao banged the table loudly: "What would others think if they heard you calling me like that?"

"Think while standing, think while sitting, think while lying down, whatever they want to think."

Zhong Yao smiled sincerely: "Scumbag dad, if you are afraid of being embarrassed, just say it directly. It is too unmanly to put the blame on others."

When his true thoughts were exposed by his own daughter, Jiang Tao felt his heart beating violently in his chest and his forehead was burning.

After a long while, Jiang Tao continued, "I'll give you a huge sum of money. Are you willing to leave the imperial capital?"

She chose to stay in the capital for her grandfather, and she promised him yesterday that she would return to her ancestral home. But this scumbag father obviously still has unrealistic fantasies.

In the end, it's grandpa who has the final say anyway, so it would be better to get more money.

So Zhong Yao looked straight at Jiang Tao, "How much is the huge sum of money?"

Seeing Zhong Yao's serious look, Jiang Tao felt hopeful.

It turns out that this damn girl likes money! As expected, growing up in a remote area makes her smell like money, and she can't tell the directions when she sees money.

"Ten million, how about that?"

Zhong Yao: “…”

She collapsed back on the sofa in disappointment, took out the black card from her pocket and showed it to Jiang Tao.

"Scumbag dad, we are both parents. Look at my mom, she gave me a black card worth 10 billion. Look at you, I am so ashamed for you, how dare you say 10 million."

Jiang Tao: “…”

His face instantly turned red, because even according to the 100 million he originally wanted to give, it was no match for An Tingran's 10 billion.

What's more, An Tingran herself is rich, and the other properties she left to Zhong Yao are worth more than tens of billions.

Therefore, this makes his ten million seem like a joke.