Jiang Ling’s gaze, sharp as a knife, sliced into Zhang Lian.
Such cold, heartless eyes sent a chill down Zhang Lian’s spine, making her scalp tingle.
Before coming, they had imagined various scenarios for reuniting with their daughter after years apart. Perhaps tearful reunions, or perhaps their daughter complaining before ultimately succumbing to familial bonds and choosing forgiveness.
However, they never expected Jiang Ling to treat them like strangers, showing no familial affection whatsoever.
People always say, "Parents are never wrong."
Even if they had wronged her in the past, she shouldn't have disregarded family ties, ignored her brother’s life and death, and laid hands on her own father!
“Jiang Ling, you little vixen, how dare you treat your own parents like this? Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?”
Jiang Jianguo roared in fury.
In his seventy-odd years of life, no one had ever dared to lay a hand on him.
And it was by his own daughter, whom he considered worthless.
Jiang Ling’s slap had undoubtedly trampled his dignity as a father into the dirt. How could he possibly accept that?
Jiang Ling sneered, “If heaven had eyes, it’s you who should be struck by lightning, not me. If you disagree, feel free to sue me. If you want to fight, this grandma will happily oblige. There are cameras everywhere, so even if I cripple you, I can claim self-defense in court.”
“You—” Jiang Jianguo was so enraged his lungs felt ready to burst, yet he was powerless. He could only glare and say fiercely, “This isn’t over. Just you wait!”
“Hmph!” Jiang Ling scoffed disdainfully.
Jiang Jianguo pulled Zhang Lian along, seething as they left.
With the departure of these two bothersome guests, Jiang Ling’s anger gradually subsided, and her mind calmed.
It was impossible for these heartless parents who had abandoned her to appear here without reason.
An Qiuyan was likely behind this, stirring up trouble.
Her past was so secretive, yet An Qiuyan had managed to uncover it, undoubtedly through immense effort.
With this failed attempt, there would surely be continuous schemes ahead.
She had to strike first, turning a passive situation into an active one, to minimize the impact of this incident.
With that thought, Jiang Ling opened her contact list and informed the heads of LVMH, Kering, and Richemont, the three major luxury goods groups, of her true identity.
The heads of the three luxury goods groups were both surprised and bewildered upon learning Jiang Ling’s identity.
They never imagined that the largest shareholder of their group was a twenty-year-old girl.
After their astonishment, the three executives immediately contacted the presidents of their Greater China regions, instructing them to accord Jiang Ling the highest level of courtesy, fulfilling any reasonable request.
In truth, there was no need for the executives to say anything. The presidents who managed to reach the Greater China regions were all exceptionally shrewd individuals.
As the largest shareholder of the company, Jiang Ling, even without participating in the group's operations, was not someone they could slight.
Jiang Ling firmly believed in one principle: in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks were futile.
Protected by the halo of being the largest shareholder of the three luxury goods groups, she had nothing to fear, regardless of whether An Qiuyan was behind this or how many more malicious tricks she had up her sleeve!
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Meanwhile, Jiang Jianguo and Zhang Lian returned defeated.
Upon their return to the hospital, Jiang Jianguo was so furious he felt he might explode.
Especially Jiang Jianguo, who felt his dignity as a father had been completely obliterated by Jiang Ling’s slap.
At this moment, he harbored a desire to tear Jiang Ling limb from limb.
The emotional appeal had failed, and moral blackmail was also ineffective. The couple had no idea how to force Jiang Ling into submission.