Don’t be arrogant,billionaire

Chapter 003: This Is My Husband

In the bustling heart of the city where whispers of trade and secrets intermingled like an intricate tapestry, the word of a recent acquisition by a certain corpulent figure was spreading like wildfire. "You are all blissfully unaware! The charming Miss Ouyang of the Ouyang household, I've secured her for myself! A mere 500,000!" he boasted with a glint of gold flashing from his teeth, remnants of his last meal still embarrassingly lodged between them.

Through the car window, the distasteful sight unfolded. The man, greasy and with a double chin that quivered as he spoke, waddled along, his breaths coming out in laborious huffs.

Jiang Moyan's gaze retracted from the window with marked displeasure. Such vulgar nouveau riche, with their crass manners, turned his stomach.

"Ah, the Ouyangs... Isn't that Ouyang Qiqi? Such a beauty! There's not a woman my gold cannot buy..." the boorish man prattled on until a chilling sensation, sharp as a blade's edge, seemed to pierce through the air behind him. He shivered, not daring to look back, and quickly made his way inside the building.

Inside the car, Jiang Moyan's eyes followed the man's retreat. Stepping out, he spoke into his phone with a calm that belied the gravity of his words, "Investigate a man for me, surname Wang. Gold teeth, a beer belly, has dealings with the Ouyang family."

Zhou Qi, his assistant, was taken aback. Their CEO, renowned for his indifference to women, had for three decades surrounded himself solely with male secretaries and aides. Yet, here he was, ordering an inquiry into a woman, Ouyang Qiqi. And by his tone, this Mr. Wang had unwittingly crossed a line with Miss Ouyang.

To offend their CEO... was this man tired of living?

"Mr. Wang has arrived! Mr. Wang is here!" Ouyang Wenny's eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and resentment as she eyed the man's protruding belly. She had always been overshadowed by her sister — in beauty, in academics. Now, as she watched Ouyang Qiqi on the brink of being sullied by the repulsive Wang Dafa, her heart swelled with a bitter joy.

Wang Dafa's presence announced itself before he fully entered, "Oh, everyone's home?"

Ouyang Qiqi, taking a step back, gathered her things with a frosty air, "Since aunt has a guest, I'll take my leave."

But as she turned to depart, a greedy, sweaty hand reached for her waist. Wang Dafa, positioned by the door, blocked her exit.

With a swift sidestep, Ouyang Qiqi narrowly avoided his greasy face, feeling a surge of revulsion. She did not hold back.

Yet Wang Dafa merely laughed slyly, "Quite the temper, eh? But you should thank our dear Zhang Jing. Without her, we wouldn't have this auspicious match!"

As he lunged towards her, Ouyang Qiqi's palm met his face with a resounding slap, shocking everyone present.

Zhang Jing was startled. Ouyang Qiqi, usually so gentle and serene, now seemed wild. This wouldn't do; she had to hurry and get Wang Dafa to take her away before she caused more trouble at home.

"Mr. Wang, please, don't be angry..."

Wang Dafa, coming to his senses with a red-eyed fury, reached out with both hands, looking as if he intended to choke Ouyang Qiqi.

"You little wretch, for hitting me!"

Ouyang Qiqi's heart tightened as she stumbled backward, tripping over a carpet of shoes. The sensation of falling seized her, yet her defiance flared, and she flailed her arms with a wild ferocity.

To her astonishment, she found herself caught in a solid embrace, nearly clawing reflexively in her surprise. But then, a familiar scent enveloped her.

It was Jiang Moyan. How had he come up here?

The narrative above has been restructured and rewritten in the style of J.K. Rowling, suitable for an English audience, capturing the essence of the characters and the unfolding drama in a manner reminiscent of her descriptive and engaging storytelling.

The embarrassment of the scene was palpable, a truth universally acknowledged that family disgrace should not be aired in public. And yet, there she was, wishing least of all for Jiang Moyan to think less of her for it.

"You..." The words of Wang Dafa, his corpulent hand suspended mid-air, withered under the icy gaze of Jiang Moyan.

Before Jiang could even utter a word, the room held its breath, such was the gravity of his presence.

"It's been too long of a wait," he said, his words brief, yet they cleared the fog of confusion in Ouyang Qiqi's eyes.

With a deep breath, her resolve solidified, "Aunt, this is my... husband."

Wang Dafa dared not meet Jiang Moyan's eyes, turning his fury instead towards Zhang Jing, "We agreed on five hundred thousand, for me to marry Ouyang Qiqi. The money's been paid; she must leave with me today!"

Shock flickered through Ouyang Qiqi's eyes—had her aunt truly sold her off for five hundred thousand? Thankfully, she had already wed of her own accord, or the thought of the consequences was unbearable.

"Aunt, does Uncle know of this?" she scoffed, a cold laugh escaping her.

Ouyang Wenny's eyes reddened at the sideline, her gaze flitting between Jiang Moyan's noble, cold composure and his unmistakable attire of wealth.

"Lies! When did Ouyang Qiqi ever have a boyfriend, let alone a husband? Show us the marriage certificate!" Ouyang Wenny demanded through gritted teeth.

Instinctively, Ouyang Qiqi's hand went to her pocket, the absence of the certificate today would fuel their disbelief. It was in her grandmother's keeping now...

"Ha, as I suspected! A farce! You can't even produce a marriage certificate!" Ouyang Wenny seized upon this, her voice rising triumphantly, "Thinking to deceive us with a hired man? I'll call the police and have this guy arrested..."

Jiang Moyan spoke unhurriedly, "Go ahead, human trafficking is punishable by over ten years of imprisonment."

His voice was cold and clear, silencing the vast space instantly.

Zhang Jing and Ouyang Wenny exchanged glances, their resolve wavering, but Wang Dafa could not bear the weight of Jiang Moyan's authority.

"I'm not afraid of some youngster! How dare anyone cross me!" he blustered, his back turned to Jiang Moyan.

Then, the phone rang and upon seeing the caller ID from the police station, he boasted loudly, "See? The chief himself is calling me!"

Zhang Jing and Ouyang Wenny, emboldened, moved to grasp Ouyang Qiqi's hand. They feared Jiang Moyan but Ouyang Qiqi, they believed, could be manipulated.

"Hello, Chief Zhang, what's up?" Wang Dafa chuckled, "It's been a while since we had a drink..."

"Drink? Am I familiar with you? Where are you? I'm formally notifying you that you are a delinquent borrower, reported for tax evasion and other illegal activities. Prepare to be imprisoned."

The voice from the phone froze Wang Dafa, "Impossible!"

"Possible or not, you're coming with us."

At the door, several police officers appeared, one with handcuffs ready, and efficiently cuffed Wang Dafa.

"Who is the owner of this house?"

"I..." Zhang Jing timidly raised her hand, her bravado gone as she witnessed the scene, fear evident in her heart.

"Mother, don't..." Ouyang Wenny attempted to intervene, to no avail.

"You both, come along."

As Zhang Jing and Ouyang Wenny were taken away, their eyes bore into Ouyang Qiqi with hatred, but Jiang Moyan's presence forced their words back down their throats.

The farcical scene closed abruptly, and Ouyang Qiqi took a deep breath before turning to the man beside her, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, for wasting your time and subjecting you to this spectacle."

"It doesn't matter, let's go."

Jiang Moyan glanced at his watch, "Where to next?"

"Nancheng University, just drop me at the west gate. It's easier to turn around there."

After she got out of the car, Ouyang Qiqi remembered to exchange phone numbers with Jiang Moyan.

Watching his black Volkswagen fade into the distance, she finally exhaled in relief and made a call to her uncle.

The line was cut swiftly, and a message followed, "Qiqi, your uncle has just learned about Mr. Wang's affairs. I'm too ashamed to take your call."