My Secretary is a Little Sweet Chapter 177 - ing Yiran Wants to be a Good Man

Chapter 177: Jing Yiran Wants to be a Good Man

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Yang Wenshu had never met Jing Yiran before, so she didn’t recognise him. But that didn’t stop her from guessing his ident.i.ty, judging from his behavior.

She could smell a luxurious perfume on him. The suit which he was wearing was tailor-made, outlining his muscled body shape. The wine colored s.h.i.+rt was matched with the tie of the same color and the collar pinch was embedded with s.h.i.+ny, expensive diamonds. The watch around his wrist was the newest version of PatekPhilippe, which was worth half of Family Shangguan’s villa.

He looked handsome and n.o.ble. Anyone looking at him could understand clearly that he belonged to a very wealthy or powerful family.

She wasn’t sure why this man would come to their home, but she definitely wasn’t going to leave a bad impression on him. What if he could be used in some way?

“What is your family name, Sir? Why did you come to our home without informing or asking us? It won’t be our fault if we haven’t treated you well till now.”

Yang Wenshu instantly put on an image of a gentle, n.o.ble lady when she spoke with Jing Yiran. Then she pretended to be hospitable as she said to the servants next to her. “What are you doing here? I will forgive you this time, but you mustn’t treat our guests in this way next time!”

But her face was ruined, and she didn’t look that kind or gentle any more. With the arm covered in plaster and unkempt hair, she was dressed in a set of wrinkled clothes, looking scary rather than n.o.ble or fancy.

“No wonder Shangguan Rouxue is full of tricks. It is all because you are the one who has taught her well! It would have been impossible for her to become purehearted when she has a mother who is so tricky and wicked. Why did you teach your own daughter these things instead of the other one? I wouldn’t have been so desperately attracted to her, otherwise!”

Jing Yiran sighed, looking helpless. But his eyes held excitement.

He strode into the living room and sat down into the sofa without greeting Shangguan Zheng.

Shangguan Rouxue and Yang Wenshu followed behind him and stood next to Shangguan Zheng, staring at him with an unfriendly look.

“Come, all of you sit down, don’t be so courteous! I don’t want to look up to others when I am talking! I am only pleased when everyone admires me with their head raised! You three pathetic dogs won’t be saved unless I am pleased!”

“No, no, no, not on the sofa! I am sitting here, see that? You three stupid trash have no right to sit with me. All to the ground, now!”

Shangguan Zheng had never been humiliated by anyone since he was born. But now he was being compared to a dog by Jing Yiran!

“Don’t be overly proud, Second Master. This is my home. Please get out if you have nothing to say. We are not as powerful as your family, but we are not weak enough to be bullied by others!”

Jing Yiran seemed to be in a good mood. He didn’t get angry upon hearing those words. Instead, he picked up the empty jug kept on the table and shook his head. “I have come to rescue you, and you don’t even offer me water! You are so bad at treating guests!”

“But, I am a nice and kind-hearted man. I don’t want to pick on you for this unpleasantness. Go and sit on the floor.”

But none of them moved. It was their home and Jing Yiran should not have asked them to sit on the floor.

He wasn’t treating them as human beings.

Seeing them unmoved, Jing Yiran stood up all of a sudden, s.n.a.t.c.hed up the water jug and smashed it upon the gla.s.s table. With a loud banging sound, it scattered into pieces and flew in all directions, surprising them.

Ignoring their expressions, he brought out a gun from his suit pocket and shot at three gla.s.ses kept on the table, one after another. The piercing sound of exploding gla.s.ses as well as shots being fired, was so loud that the chandelier in the living room and the porcelain decorations started clattering.

Both Shangguan Rouxue and Yang Wenshu squatted down in fright, screaming loudly. Shangguan Zheng also crawled under the table with hands over his head, fearing that he would be killed by this maniac.

Seeing them all squatting down, Jing Yiran blew into the gun’s heated muzzle and said calmly, “See, why didn’t you obey me until I turned bad? Sigh, what a difficult thing to be a good man!”

When the shooting stopped, Shangguan Zheng said nervously, “Second Master, let’s talk, okay? You came to help us, not take our lives, right?”

Ignoring him, Jing Yiran continued talking in a friendly tone. “Now, everyone sit on the floor. I have told you that I don’t like talking with my head raised. See? I had to waste three bullets because of you!”

They sat down on the floor, huddled and trembling.

Jing Yiran became the commander whilst the three of them were his minions.

Jing Yiran nodded in satisfaction. Then he said to Shangguan Zheng calmly, “I can restore your daughter’s reputation and turn her into a beautiful and s.h.i.+ning hostess. She can even be in the movies if she wants to. I can also find the best plastic surgeon in the entire world and give back your wife’s original face. Most importantly, I can also help you to get the position of Mayor of A City! See, I am here to help you, am I not?”

Upon hearing Jing Yiran’s words, both Shangguan Rouxue and Yang Wenshu were thrilled. They looked at his handsome face, enthusiastically as if he were the savior who had come to rescue them. They had forgotten the humiliating and destructive incident that happened a minute ago.

Listening to Jing Yiran’s last sentence, Shangguan Zheng started to pant heavily. His eyes reddened, he showed crazy excitement. He said in a low voice, “What do you want, Second Master. I will give you anything, no matter whatever you want.”

Jing Yiran clapped his hands, sinisterly. “Haha, excellent! I like doing business with smart people. Don’t worry, you have the maximum advantage in this deal. As long as you obey me, you can get anything you want!”

Shangguan Zheng had more or less guessed what Jing Yiran wanted in return. But he still found it a bit incredulous. He licked his dry lips and asked anxiously, “What do you want, Second Master?”