Xia Wanyuan looked up. A woman with neat short hair was walking up the steps. This woman was extremely young, but her eyes were sharp. She looked like a domineering person.

Jun Shiling did not turn around. Seeing that Xia Wanyuan was sizing up the person behind him, he pinched her face. “Go in. It’s cold outside. I’ll pick you up later.”

Xia Wanyuan did not say anything. She nodded and entered the school building. Seeing Xia Wanyuan’s figure disappear at the elevator, Jun Shiling turned around and left.

Watching Jun Shiling leave coldly, the short-haired woman was not angry. She only sneered softly. “The head of the Jun family indeed has the right to be arrogant.”

Xia Wanyuan went upstairs. Just as she sat in the meeting room, Jun Shiling sent her a WeChat message.

Jun Shiling: “That woman just now is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. She just returned from America. Ignore her.”

Xia Wanyuan had once heard Jun Shiling mention that among the few big families in China, the Jiang family had always been at odds with the other families, but their foundation was very deep, especially in the past few years, when they had expanded rapidly. If not for Jun Shiling leading the Jun family to suppress them, the Jiang family in Beijing should have already developed into the number one family.

The Jiang family had a son and a daughter. The eldest daughter, Jiang Yun, had grown up in America. It was said that she had a deep relationship with the big families in America and was an important tentacle of the Jiang family overseas.

Now, the Jiang family was actually willing to call their eldest daughter back to the country. There was probably going to be a storm in the capital.

Her thoughts changed. Xia Wanyuan had already gone through the relationship between these families in her mind. Then, Xia Wanyuan sent Jun Shiling a message: You meet again? You’ve met before? (italics)

Jun Shiling, who had already left the school gate, saw Xia Wanyuan’s message and did not know whether to laugh or cry. She was fooling around again. (italics)

Xia Wanyuan raised an eyebrow and was about to reply when an extremely invasive perfume smell came from beside her. She turned around and saw that Jiang Yun was already sitting beside her.

Jiang Yun had short hair, and the exquisite suit made her look capable and neat. She smiled at Xia Wanyuan. “Mrs. Jun, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Miss Jiang.” Xia Wanyuan nodded slightly.

Seemingly surprised that Xia Wanyuan had recognized her, Jiang Yun raised an eyebrow. “Mrs. Jun, you’re very beautiful.”

“Miss Jiang, your perfume smells good.”

Not far away, Principal Yang was waving at Xia Wanyuan. After saying this, Xia Wanyuan stood up and left.

Looking at Xia Wanyuan’s back, Jiang Wan suddenly smiled. “As expected of the woman Jun Shiling likes.”

Jiang Yun had been sent to America since she was young. Although the Jiang family was powerful, their influence in America was not great. Jiang Yun had rooted the Jiang family’s business in America at a young age. She was extraordinary and had seen countless people.

After seeing Xia Wanyuan, she understood why her father was so anxious to recall her from America.

Jun Shiling was already difficult enough to deal with. With Xia Wanyuan, who had the Wei family behind her, if they did not do their best, the Jiang family would only be suppressed by the Jun family forever.

This meeting was hosted by the Qing University. The large meeting room was filled with professors from all over the country.

Principal Yang wanted to sit Xia Wanyuan in the first row with them, but just as he called Xia Wanyuan over, someone behind him said something sour.

“A noble field like literature shouldn’t be polluted by the stench of copper. A person without a core thesis can still sit in the first row.” The person who spoke was an old pedant from a university in the south.

Everyone heard the teacher’s words and their complicated gazes landed on Xia Wanyuan, who was standing in front.

Everyone had heard that Xia Wanyuan was the wife of the Jun Corporation, but in the academic world, intellectuals always had their own aloofness.

In the eyes of the outside world, Xia Wanyuan’s identity was glorious, but in the eyes of these old pedants, Xia Wanyuan’s identity was a burden. This identity tainted noble literature.

Xia Wanyuan glanced back and realized that although many people did not say anything like this old man, their eyes betrayed their inner thoughts.

Xia Wanyuan glanced at them coldly.

Under everyone’s gazes, she pulled out the chair in the first row and sat down leisurely, causing the people behind to be furious.