Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 121
“What do you mean, ‘deadweight’? Watch your mouth! To me, my wife is a treasure—worth more than all of you combined!”
Seeing the hurt in his beloved wife’s eyes, Jiang Tian’s temper flared. He frowned and snapped coldly, “With me by her side, my wife will one day become a pharmaceutical magnate and rise to the top of the world’s richest. Who are you to judge?”
It seemed the Wei family hadn’t changed—still obsessed with social climbing, still looking down on those they deemed beneath them, still indifferent to true family bonds.
A family like this, incapable of even internal unity—how could they ever achieve anything great?
Strictly speaking, they were only Zhao Qianru’s relatives, not Zhao Xueqing’s.
If not for Zhao Hucheng and his wife’s sake, Jiang Tian wouldn’t have bothered visiting at all. Given their rudeness, why should he spare their feelings?
“Outrageous! How dare you speak to your elders like that!”
“Such insolence at your age! Is this how the Jiang family raised you?”
“A pharmaceutical magnate? The world’s richest? Do you even know how to spell those words, you lunatic? Ridiculous boasting!”
The crowd erupted in anger, hurling insults and mockery at Jiang Tian.
“Enough. Guests are guests—mind your manners. We are a distinguished family, not some uncouth rabble.”
Wei Jinghu waved a hand, though the disdain in his eyes was unmistakable—implying that Jiang Tian was the one lacking decorum.
“Old Master Wei, I see your family has some connection to Wei Shuofeng?” Jiang Tian glanced at a photo on the wall and asked casually.
“You know of Wei Shuofeng?”
The crowd murmured in surprise, as if a “madman” like Jiang Tian had no right to know of such an esteemed figure.
“Indeed. Wei Shuofeng and I share ancestral roots. Though we’re not closely related, we’ve always been on good terms.”
Wei Jinghu’s tone was light, but his pride was unmistakable.
In truth, he was exaggerating. Wei Shuofeng existed on a plane far above the Wei family’s reach. The last time they’d met was a decade ago, when Wei Jinghu had begged for a photo during Wei Shuofeng’s birthday celebration—a photo he’d since blown up and displayed prominently to impress guests.
“Old Master Wei, Wei Shuofeng’s days are numbered. You’d do well to distance yourself.” Jiang Tian sipped his juice, utterly relaxed.
“How dare you?! A revered master like Wei Shuofeng is beyond your comprehension!”
“Insolent fool! What right do you have to speak of such a man?”
“Delusional bragging! Do you even grasp the power Wei Shuofeng wields?”
The room exploded in fury. Some even looked ready to tear Jiang Tian apart.
“Qianru, Xueqing—control him! If he spouts such nonsense outside, Wei Shuofeng’s followers will shred him to pieces!”
Even Wei Jinghu paled, furious. If not for Jiang Tian’s “mental condition,” he’d have thrown him out on the spot.
Just then, Wei Jieqiong whispered something into Wei Jinghu’s ear. The old man’s face darkened, and he slammed the table. “Preposterous!”
“Father, what’s wrong?” His children gasped.
Wei Jinghu trembled with rage, too furious to speak.
Wei Jieqiong smirked. “For some reason, Aunt Wei handed Zhao Pharmaceuticals over to Xueqing and Jiang Tian.”
“What?! To them? A madman and a fool—what could they possibly achieve?”
“Aunt Wei has always been shrewd—how could she be so blind? Zhao Pharmaceuticals is doomed!”
The Wei family erupted in disbelief, some even pounding their chests in despair.
“Jiang Tian, how did you swindle those shares out of her?”
“That company was Aunt Wei’s life’s work! Handing it to you is letting it go to waste!”
“A lunatic like you, drowning in vices—you’ll ruin it within six months!”
The younger generation, unable to hold back, openly berated Jiang Tian.
“Hmph. I didn’t swindle anything. Aunt Wei willingly gave the company to us.”
Unfazed, Jiang Tian crossed his legs and sipped his tea.
“Qianru! What is the meaning of this? How could such a major decision be made without my knowledge?” Wei Jinghu roared.
Zhao Qianru, trembling, stood up. “Grandfather, please don’t be angry! The ‘Skin Revival Ointment’ was developed by my sister and brother-in-law!”
“And Father’s promotion to the municipal committee? It was only because Secretary Tang favors my brother-in-law!”
The room fell silent, everyone staring at Zhao Qianru as if she’d lost her mind.
“Mental illness… isn’t contagious, is it?” Wei Jieqiong covered her mouth, giggling.
“What could a madman possibly invent?”
“Qianru, have you gone mad? Secretary Tang favors Jiang Tian? Impossible!”
The younger generation scoffed, refusing to believe her.
“Even at its peak, the Jiang family’s influence never reached Linzhou!” Second Uncle Wei Tianhe declared.
“Jiang Tian offended powerful families and was exiled from Jinling. How could the Jiangs possibly help him now?” Second Aunt sneered.
“Qianru, your entire family has been deceived!” Uncle-in-law concluded.
“It’s true! I saw it myself—the Tang family treats my brother-in-law and sister like honored guests! Even Tang Guozhu defers to them!”
Zhao Qianru was on the verge of tears. “Not just that—even Ye Gufeng of Donghai and Xue Mingyi of Jiangzhou show him respect! Right now, my brother-in-law is revered across three cities. No one dares cross him!”
“Enough nonsense! I’ve lost my appetite. I’m going upstairs!” Wei Jinghu stormed off.
The older generation followed, leaving only the younger members behind.
“Let’s go. We’re done here.” Jiang Tian stood, taking Zhao Xueqing’s hand.
“Brother-in-law, Sister, please don’t be angry! It’s my fault for not explaining properly. But we’re still family!”
Zhao Qianru clutched Jiang Tian’s sleeve, nearly in tears.
“Forget it. They don’t know any better. Jiang Tian, don’t make things harder for Dad.”
Zhao Xueqing softened. “If you leave now, how will he face the Wei family in the future? Let’s just finish the meal.”
Reluctantly, Jiang Tian sat back down.
Among the younger generation, Wei Jieqiong and Wei Jiehui stood out. Wei Jiehui, son of Wei Tianduan, had graduated from Shanghai Jiao Tong University and now worked in the Guangzhou Commercial Bureau. At just thirty, he’d already been promoted to Section Chief—a rising star in the Wei family.
Unlike the others, Wei Jiehui had remained silent during the earlier outbursts, observing coldly.
The conversation soon turned to the recent buzz around the “Feast of Bliss”, and excitement filled the room.
“Brother Jiehui, I heard there are models and socialites there. Is that true?” one of the younger men asked with a leer.
Wei Jiehui only smiled faintly.
“Is that all you care about?” Wei Jieqiong scolded. “This is a high-society event, a platform for networking and investment, hosted by the provincial government and Guangzhou’s elite families. Even city and provincial leaders attend!”
“Which families?” someone asked eagerly.
“The Tangs, the Bais, the Ties, the Mos…” Wei Jieqiong listed names that left the others in awe.
“The Tangs—Guangzhou’s top real estate tycoons!”
“The Bais—they control the biggest film studio in Lingnan!”
“The Ties—worth billions, with major stakes in military-industrial projects!”
“Brother Jiehui, you know Young Master Tang, right? Can you get us into the Feast?”
The question came from Wei Yang, Wei Jieqiong’s younger brother—a notorious playboy who’d barely scraped through school and spent most of his time partying.
“That’s not a place for you,” Wei Jiehui said dismissively.
Disappointment filled the room—until Wei Jiehui pulled out a few tickets.
“But Young Master Tang did give me some passes for the outer banquet.”
Cheers erupted as they scrambled for the passes.
Then, Wei Jiehui turned to Jiang Tian with a polite but condescending smile.
“Sorry, Jiang Tian. There aren’t enough passes… but I doubt this event would interest you anyway.”
The room fell silent, all eyes on Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing—mocking, disdainful, indifferent.
To them, Jiang Tian was a worthless madman, utterly out of place in high society.
“No need. We already have passes.”
Zhao Xueqing, her patience gone, coldly produced an invitation.
The room froze.
How did she get one?
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