My Lady, To Defeat Scumbags You Must Start Early

Chapter 86 - 86: 86: Ji Baijian, the man of steel, conservative and paranoid

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At the front gate of the Ji Family mansion.

Song Zhizhi was looking at a man and his dog.

She just never imagined Ji Baijian to be a dog person.

“Is this your dog?” Song Zhizhi asked.

“Name’s Tank. Male, half a year old. Samoyed breed, purebred,” Ji Baijian said, listing off its particulars.

Song Zhizhi was perplexed, but nodded anyway, “Oh!”

“Let’s go.” Ji Baijian stepped forward to take her hand.

Just then, the Samoyed named Tank began to misbehave, tugging on Ji Baijian.

Ji Baijian frowned slightly, turned around, and called, “Yin Qin.”

Only then did Song Zhizhi notice Yin Qin smoking in a corner. Upon hearing Ji Baijian call him, he quickly took a few more puffs before extinguishing it and tossing it into a nearby trash bin, “I just began smoking, what’s up? Ji Baijian handed the dog leash to Yin Qin, “It’s your turn.”

“I don’t like dogs,” Yin Qin grumbled.

“You brought this on me.”

“What the fu—, wasn’t it you who asked me to buy it? I had to choose for half a month before you agreed on this one! Ji Baijian, you’re just not right. If it’s your dog, you should take care of it,” Yin Qin complained.

Ji Baijian didn’t bother arguing with him and thrust the dog leash into Yin Qin’s hand.

Then, holding Song Zhizhi’s hand, he walked towards the villa, saying as they walked, “Your bodyguard can come along too, I’ve informed my family.”

Song Zhizhi turned to call Luo Xiaolang.

Luo Xiaolang quickly followed.

Song Zhizhi glanced back at Yin Oin who was standing at the entrance.

struggling to control Tank. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and asked,

“Why did you leave your dog with Yin Qin?”

It seemed to her that Ji Baijian was bullying Yin Qin terribly.

Normally, Yin Qin was a rather charming scion of the Consortium Group! But in front of Ji Baijian, he seemed rather like a “henpecked husband”.

“I’m not good with dogs,” Ji Baijian replied.

“Then why did you buy one?” Song Zhizhi muttered.

Ji Baijian paused and whispered into her ear, “Dumb.”

You’re the dumb one!

Your whole family is dumb!

With that, Song Zhizhi was pulled by Ji Baijian into the grand hall.

The grandeur of the Ji Family mansion was indeed magnificent. The grand hall was as breathtaking as when she first saw it. It was even more luxurious than the banquet hall of a five-star hotel. With a hall this big and glamorous, wouldn’t people living in this mansion feel a bit lonely?

As Song Zhizhi was thinking about this, she saw Ji Yunlei and Zhang Qingmei, sitting on a high-quality sofa, with Ji Baixin playing with his phone and Ji Baili sitting next to them.

The Ji family must have good manners. Ji Baili and Ji Baixin stood up from the sofa respectfully when they saw Ji Baijian leading Song Zhizhi in. Ji Yunlei also uncrossed his legs, Zhang Qingmei sat up respectfully.

“Dad, auntie.” Ji Baijian was also very respectful.

Ji Yunlei nodded.

Song Zhizhi hurriedly greeted, “Uncle, auntie.”

“Hmm. Have a seat.” Ji Yunlei gestured.

Only then did Ji Baijian take Song Zhizhi to sit on a sofa at one side, and only then did Ji Baili and Ji Baixin sit back down.

Luo Xiaolang stood dutifully by Song Zhizhi’s side.

A moment later, Yin Qin, looking relieved after having managed Tank, entered the hall.

Song Zhizhi was, in fact, surprised as to why Yin Qin was here. Then she remembered that Ji Baixin was engaged to Yin Qin… from her previous life’s memory, she seemed to remember that the two never did marry. Of course, she never did pay attention to these people in her previous life, so she wasn’t sure about their relationship.

After sitting on the sofa for a bit and making small talk about daily life, they proceeded to have dinner.

Everyone gathered around a large, lavish table.

Song Zhizhi naturally sat next to Ji Baijian. At that moment, she saw Yin Qin preparing to sit next to Ji Baixin, only for Ji Baixin to grab Ji Baili and sit next to him instead.

Yin Qin seemed to glance at Ji Baixin.

Ji Baixin didn’t return his gaze.

Yin Qin merely shrugged it off and sat off to the side, appearing nonchalant.

At dinner, Zhang Qingmei said gently, “Zhizhi, feel at home. Eat whatever you like, don’t be polite.”

“Thank you, Auntie.” Song Zhizhi replied with a polite smile.

Ever since encountering Nie Wenzhi’s antics, Song Zhizhi had developed an instinctual wariness towards everyone, even if Zhang Qingmei seemed very friendly.

“I’ve heard about your engagement from old Song. Although it’s a bit abrupt, considering your family’s specific situation, I support it.” Ji Yunlei also added.

“Thank you for understanding, Uncle.”

“But since you’re about to be married, Baijian, you should take Zhizhi home more often, let her get used to it.”

“Yes.” Ji Baijian respectfully agreed.

Yin Qin wiped his mouth, “Uncle.”

“Your marriage to Baixin will have to wait until after Baijian’s wedding. As per tradition, the eldest son should be the first to marry.”

“Alright.” Yin Qin seemed unbothered, even smiling and saying, “Who knows, someone might not want to marry.”

Ji Yunlei turned to look at Ji Baixin.

Seeing her husband’s expression, Zhang Qingmei quickly chimed in with a smile, “Marriages are arranged by parents and agreed upon by matchmakers.

Just spend more time together to cultivate feelings.”

“In any case, I don’t want a repetition of what happened before.” Ji Yunlei said, his expression darkening.

Zhang Qingmei tried to soothe him, “It won’t happen, darling.”

Ji Yunlei didn’t say anything further.

The dinner was quiet overall. The Ji family, although wealthy, seemed to have stricter etiquette than the high-class Song family.

After dinner, Ji Baijian led Song Zhizhi back to his room.

It was obviously a straight man’s room, with shades of black, white, and gray. It was modern, clean, and tidy.

“Do you want to take a nap?” Ji Baijian asked.

“On your bed?” Song Zhizhi asked back.

“There’s a guest room.” Ji Baijian replied.

“I think I’d rather sleep on your bed.”

Then, Song Zhizhi climbed onto Ji Baijian’s bed and wrapped herself in the covers. It smelled distinctly of Ji Baijian…

Ji Baijian looked at Song Zhizhi’s contented face, his lips tugged into a faint smile. He then walked out of the room and closed the door.

Song Zhizhi was watching where the door was.

This squarely old-fashioned and obsessive man!