I cultivate the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir Dao on Earth

A few days ago.

Jingzhou.

Accompanied by the sound of private jets landing at the airport's FBO.

Uncle Shan led the way, followed by the Yang family, as they led Jiang Songjing out of the airport's arrival hall.

Upon arriving at the pick-up point, following Uncle Shan's directions, a familiar-looking Mercedes-Benz GLS appeared before them.

...Could it be that this group of people traveled all that way to send the official car that originally drove to Baiyang Temple to Jingzhou?

Jiang Songjing was slightly taken aback.

Yang Ruixing noticed the confusion in his eyes and gestured to explain:

"...Previously, the group's official vehicles were a mixed bag, with only soft standards in terms of price and brand. But after my mother died, my father set a rule for the group: all senior executives in the group would use Mercedes-Benz GLS official vehicles."

"It is said that when this was first implemented, it caused some controversy."

"However, later... my father went to great lengths to suppress the public opinion because he said that my mother loved this model the most when she was alive, so in order to remember my mother, he eventually decided to make the Mercedes-Benz GLS the standard official car for the group's senior executives."

"I see."

Jiang Songjing nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

But as her gaze shifted, she noticed the unnatural look in Yang Ruixing's eyes, the slight disdain in Yang Wanyi's pursed lips, and Yang Xiyi's slight lowering of her head.

He suddenly understood.

"That cheapskate father... how much love can a son-in-law have for his wife?!"

"Judging from the behavior of the Yang siblings, they don't seem to have grown up in a happy and harmonious family!"

"It seems... that so-called 'mourning for his deceased wife' was just a pretext."

"My cheapskate father... might very well start by deciding on the brand of official vehicles to purge the group's internal power, reorganize the financial structure, and install his own people and cronies!"

"...To put it bluntly, whether Yang Ruixing's mother actually likes this car is still debatable!"

Jiang Songjing had no affection for her biological father whatsoever.

It wasn't just because he abandoned his wife and children.

Furthermore, since the other party had become a live-in son-in-law and severed ties with his former self, he should be able to live openly and honestly in the Yang family.

Now that things have come to this, why are they still looking for him, their illegitimate son?

Such insidious thoughts... even though he was related to Ying Manyuan by blood, he couldn't help but feel disgusted by them.

If it weren't for this trip north, I would have wanted to inquire about my biological mother's whereabouts and past, as well as the sect leader's advice.

Jiang Songjing... has probably already left!

After all, there were still savings accumulated over the years in the account, as well as the 15,000 yuan accommodation fee that Lin Yu had advanced!

What's so hard about not being able to afford a plane ticket?

Thinking of this, Jiang Songjing suddenly remembered something and hesitated.

"Wait, that 15,000 yuan...shouldn't we find some time to return it to the sect leader?"

"I am deeply grateful to the sect leader for imparting knowledge and entering the sect. The current Baiyang Temple should be considered an affiliated sect of the Changqing Sect, but the sect leader is paying lodging fees to a temple under this sect... What's going on here?!"

Despite his fluctuating thoughts, Jiang Songjing kept his expression unchanged.

After listening to Yang Ruixing's introduction, he nodded and got into the car.

So the Mercedes-Benz GLS, along with the slowly flowing traffic, drove onto the highway in Jingzhou.

The driver in the official vehicle was a new driver.

The driver lacked Uncle Shan's imposing presence and composure. Although he was in the driver's seat, he kept glancing at Jiang Songjing with curiosity through the rearview mirror while driving.

"..."

Jiang Songjing remained silent.

But Yang Ruixing, who was sitting next to him, frowned slightly.

"I remember... I oversaw an internal restructuring of the group last year. After the restructuring, the logistics department selected a new group of drivers to serve as members of the 'Special Task Force'."

"I saw your personnel file back then; you were the third one from the top. Your surname was Xu, right?"

"Yes...yes! General Manager...Young Master!"

Upon hearing this, the driver seemed to think that Yang Ruixing had taken a liking to him, and quickly put on a smile.

He looked back with delight in the rearview mirror.

How clever!

Jiang Songjing smiled faintly to herself.

Unfortunately... he was just too clever.

As expected, Yang Ruixing did not smile when he heard this; instead, his face turned cold and gloomy.

"Since you're the driver, do your job properly. If you don't hold on tight, I'll have Zhang Zhenhua fire you right now."

Upon hearing this, the driver surnamed Xu's face immediately froze.

He dared not turn his head or glance in the rearview mirror, and replied in a trembling voice:

"Yes, yes..."

Jiang Songjing found it amusing to herself. She turned her head to the side and saw Yang Ruixing smiling at her with a gentle expression.

He responded with a slight smile.

Yet, his mind was as clear as a mirror, reflecting all sorts of thoughts.

Yang Ruixing did this partly to show him goodwill.

But secondly, it was about establishing authority.

The implications of his words, and the driver's behavior, undoubtedly demonstrated his authority within the company.

What I need is to prevent myself from having any inappropriate or delusional thoughts.

However, this method is rather crude.

Jiang Songjing silently made her judgment in her heart.

I don't know when it started, but Yang Ruixing, a person I thought was unapproachable during my university and job search years, has become someone I admire.

Looking back now, it doesn't seem so bad; my opinions are as they may, yet they remain unaffected.

after all……

Jiang Songjing turned her gaze to the window, watching the bustling traffic on the street and the occasional glances from other pedestrians at the car, her heart remaining calm.

"...I have already attained a divine destiny."

The car drove on in silence, and after several road checks, it finally left the congested area. Two hours later, it arrived at the gate of a manor with a blend of Chinese and Western styles. Several men in smart uniforms stood guard in front of the gate, looking like sentries or security guards.

As he got out of the car, Yang Ruixing explained to Jiang Songjing:

"My maternal grandfather used to have some connections, and back then our family always used military license plates when we drove on the road... But in recent years, the situation has become very delicate, and we can't do this kind of thing openly."

"Otherwise, if something goes wrong, it won't just affect our family, but also the important people we know."

These words subtly draw a line between their respective identities.

After all, her maternal grandfather's surname was Yang, while Jiang Songjing's surname was Jiang.

These are two families, and also two different surnames.

But now, Jiang Songjing has been reminded countless times, both openly and subtly, by Yang Ruixing along the way from Minjiang to Jingzhou, and she has long been fed up with this man's petty nature.

Hearing this now only made him more impatient.

So he smiled and said:

"I know, Young Master Yang."

"Besides, even if the situation remains the same, it's not appropriate for someone like me, surnamed Jiang, to ride in a car with military license plates belonging to the Yang family."

Yang Ruixing's face stiffened, and even Uncle Shan's expression changed subtly.

Yang Wanyi, however, showed no mercy and burst into laughter.

Only Yang Xiyi glanced at Jiang Songjing, but her eyes held a deep and mysterious meaning.

At this moment, Jiang Songjing only wanted to resolve this matter quickly, and without caring about their individual thoughts, she continued to ask:

"Young Master Yang, I only have one matter to discuss with Chairman Ying now. May I see him now?"

Yang Ruixing composed himself, put on a smile, and was about to answer his question.

But at that moment, a cold snort came from inside the manor.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose strode out of the manor, his eyes coldly fixed on Jiang Songjing.

"This...is this the child that man fathered outside?"