And monitoring, despite looking down on a playboy, screwing up his reputation, leading people to misguide him.
Nobody ever thought of killing him.
In the end, it was because of a woman that he died and transmigrated.
Now heâs seeing these rare relatives again, some who used to look down on his father, who despised their relatives.
Previously, you could see disdain in their eyes, these people with their superior attitudes.
Now they seem unwilling, and somewhat awkward, thinking they should get a share of the familyâs rise.
When Jiang Tang meets with the younger generation, heâs not by his grandparentsâ side.
Apart from eating and chatting, the relatives their parents are surrounded by are talking about how theyâve been doing in their businesses over the past few months.
Others may be looking to hear some negative remarks.
Or they might sarcastically say struggling out there isnât as good as doing it locally, itâs hard even here, and itâs even tougher for outsiders.
Tang Wuxi and those acquaintances and friends from before exchanged some light-hearted words.
As for the most crucial issues?
Most of these people are senior-level or bosses, so theyâll talk about collaborations and such.
They ask if heâs returned to the original family after being away, whether heâll help these relatives?
Tang Wuxi shook his head, frankly saying that the familyâs previous businesses only warranted dividends and compensations for him.
As for the company his son founded, heâs merely helping to manage it.
Tang Wuxi makes it sound simple, though running a business is deep water, but what does it matter?
The companies he started donât procure materials from outside, theyâre completely from materials on hand, with jewelry made from those materials or raw stones or diamonds sold at auctions.
These for him are no-cost trades, besides, since cultivating, theyâve transcended monetary concerns.
Having entered cultivation, thereâs no worry about money.
No matter being apart from the mundane world, by his sonâs side, thereâs no worry for food and drink.
If he hadnât returned, the original company and bank cards would be unusable.
Having a deity-like son is something to be proud of.
Making their parents proud, indeed.
During cultivation, they hope the son takes them wherever he goes.
Traveling through worlds is more exciting than touring the globe.
Such things arenât worth mentioning to old friends and peers.
Jiang Fengli in the circle of wealthy women, was just a married-out daughter before, living with parental family even after marriage, although she wasnât self-conscious.
Those sisters-in-law werenât kind to her, even if the couple relied on their own ability, dividends, and jobs to support themselves.
But the villa they live in now is dowry, which makes them envious.
Now the couple isnât working in the company, and these noble ladies arenât as mean as before.
Perhaps theyâve realized that leaving here has led to a better life.
Of course, their clothes arenât haute couture, but vestment robes, exceptional ones.
Can achieve any style they desire?
What kind of material?
Makes others see the jewelry worn is so valuable, clothes on them, money canât buy.
Compared to others, just the jewelry and clothes they wear, the shoes they have make them seem like walking treasuries.
Never flaunting before, making others envious, jealous, or perhaps their status has changed.
Jiang Tang and his parents werenât idle that day, aside from entertaining guests batch by batch.
Even after dining at the hotel, guests stayed chatting at the grandparentsâ villa.
As for the youth, only the ones unable to take leave from studies came out, those working spared time today.
After the meal, someone invited Jiang Tang to a hotel for karaoke.
Jiang Tang..., you folks are tone-deaf, with no music talent, going for karaoke, is this torture?
In spite of such thoughts, feeling some camaraderie, eventually decided that since chances to meet were rare, he might as well go.
The hotel wasnât far either, owned by their family.
Among Jiang Tangâs relatives and friends, both men and women, closeness being a matter of similar age, those not close did not mingle together.
Moreover, they brought along dates.
Jiang Tang didnât use his previous car, casually took out a car from the garage that others hadnât seen before.
This car, one heâd driven in another civilization world with Ye Tian, isnât a gasoline car, but one that flies, absorbing air energy.
Arriving at a private room in some hotel, many people were already there, though some hadnât arrived yet.
Perhaps those invited hadnât all come.
Came for karaoke, some dominating the mic, others for chatting, drinking, and having fun.
Jiang Tang was too outstanding, capturing the gaze of many girl relatives and friends today.
Even the girls those troublesome guys brought along were drawn to Jiang Tang.
Actually, his outstanding performance today, shining bright, noble elegance.
While being a fellow guy, feeling a bit uneasy.
Jiang Tang reverted, and with his current appearance, although the same as before, his excellence highlights a noble air.
This isnât something the average youth possesses.
In just a year, Jiang Tangâs change is immense.
People who saw him months ago certainly knew he has changed.
Changed to become more illustrious, with skin better than a girlâs.
Such a person, surely a pretty boy.
But such a person, can he run a company?
Others are skeptical.
Yet as the grandson of a certain Capital family, previously unfavored, now returning to the family, could have dividends, that identity alone incites envy.
Such a person, even without effort, wonât worry about food and drink for lifetimes.
Like the car he drove earlier, can they afford such a car?
The people who invited him for karaoke today had their own agendas, some wanting to gain benefits while heâs around.
Girls wanting to pursue, those from families with the ambitious girls, bringing dates also to add an ally to the family.
Jiang Tang among a group of men was the most dazzling, receiving light even in the dimly lit room, still felt his brilliance.
"Handsome, whatâs your name? Shall we sing together?"
"Handsome, whatâs your name? Shall we have a drink?"
Girls were eager to get to know him.
Of course, some already knew, aware of Jiang Tangâs name and background, just pretending not to know.
"This is my relative, as you know, my auntâs son, Jiang Tang, a university graduate, self-founded company, a rich third-generation, big young boss of the younger generation."
Before Jiang Tang spoke, a guy nearby introduced everyone.
Everyone listened, Jiang Tangâs rare return, a chance many wanted to seize.
"So itâs Tang, can you take us to make money?"
A man followed.
Some self-assumed Misses, looked at Jiang Tang with bright eyes.
"Tang, can you show us the so-called high Capital social circles?"
"Yeah, Tang brother, we know you now, let me introduce myself, Iâm Sui Ranran."
"Iâm Zhang Ruonan"
"Iâm Tong Xin"
Each introducing themselves.
Jiang Tang wasnât overwhelmed by such enthusiasm, casually said maybe, given a chance, heâd show them around.
Will he take them to the Capital?
Jiang Tang isnât planning to visit the Capital yet, thinking of staying around here a little while longer.
If he wants to go, isnât that easy?
Taking people, however, might not be feasible.
Not that he doesnât want to, these people in a circle, Young Master and Miss types, would they honestly work in othersâ companies, starting as applicants?
Jiang Tang doesnât want parasites in his company, nor does he want people using his name to get close.