Chapter 32: Returning to One’s Ancestral Roots
When Lady Ruan spoke up, Ruan Wei looked at her earnestly. “Aunt, I heard from a classmate who knows about motorcycles that that bike costs over ninety million. I really don’t know where my little cousin got it from…”
The entire Ruan family jolted at these words.
Immediately, a chorus of voices erupted.
“I think this little girl is exactly like her mother.”
“This Ruan Cha coming back to the family, who knows if she’ll bring fortune or disaster.”
“I don’t want to be gossiped about at school every day for having a shady sister…”
The old patriarch at the head of the room instantly darkened his expression.
He cleared his throat. “Enough! All of you, be quiet. The girl’s barely old enough and already riding a motorcycle—none of you care about her safety, you just stand here wagging your tongues!”
Chastened, no one dared utter another word.
Bored, Ruan Zhan pulled out his phone. As soon as he opened WeChat, he saw that someone in his motorcycle group had posted a photo.
A jet-black, impossibly cool motorcycle was racing along, ridden by the slender figure of a girl, her back to the camera.
“To think I’d see the globally limited edition VS here in Mo City! I could die happy!”
Ruan Zhan enlarged the photo, scrutinizing every inch of the motorcycle on the screen.
When he finished, he was utterly stunned.
It was real…
Someone was actually riding the very bike he’d dreamed of owning!
Still lost in amazement, Ruan Zhan suddenly heard Ruan Wei’s voice next to his ear. “Cha Cha, you’re here!”
Everyone turned at the sound to look toward the entrance.
A girl stood in the doorway, her features breathtaking—absolutely exquisite, her figure slender but not frail, her bearing cool and unyielding.
She knew every eye was on her, but remained calm and composed, as if none of these people mattered to her at all.
Everyone stared at this girl whose appearance surpassed anyone in the Ruan family, momentarily dumbfounded.
Her mother’s genes must have been overwhelmingly strong and excellent, perfectly avoiding every flaw of the Ruan bloodline.
“What do you want with me? Speak quickly, I’m in a hurry.” Once inside, Ruan Cha looked straight at the old patriarch, her gaze utterly fearless.
“Cha Cha, is that any way to speak to your grandfather!” Kong Xian snapped as soon as she heard Ruan Cha’s attitude.
All around, the faces of the family soured. “With manners like that, it’s no wonder she’s just an illegitimate child who can’t be brought out in public.”
Ruan San’s wife, Lin Yu, who was known for her vicious tongue, stood up at once when she saw Ruan Cha’s attitude. “Such a big mouth for someone so young. That’s your grandfather. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?”
Ruan Cha arched a brow and glanced at her, eyes cool and indifferent.
“Hey, what kind of look is that? I was giving you a kind reminder and you look down on me? If it weren’t for the fact that you carry half the Ruan blood, you wouldn’t even be allowed through these doors today!”
“That’s enough!” The old man on the dais cut Lin Yu off in a deep voice. “Coming in and picking a fight at once—what does that make us look like? Anyone who didn’t know better would think this is all the Ruan family is good for.”
Lin Yu’s face flushed and paled by turns. It wasn’t the first—or the second—time she’d been sharply rebuked by the old man for her poisonous tongue. She lowered her gaze in secret.
An old wretch with one foot in the grave, what right did he have to be so arrogant?
“Since she’s a child of the Ruan family and has been brought back, she’ll be registered under our household.” The old patriarch, done with all the pointless chatter, issued his command directly.
“Wait—” Ruan Cha spoke up the moment she heard about the household registration. “I have no intention of transferring my registration to the Ruan family.”