Chapter 26: Heir to a Billion-Dollar Fortune

"All I want is for you to sign the property inheritance document. This is a major matter, and your aunt needs to nail it down early. I may still be considered old, but who's to say whether an accident or an illness will come first?" Aunt sighed.

"Aunt, don't talk like that. You're definitely going to live to a hundred," Jiang Muye said firmly.

At that, Aunt began to cackle. "See? Of course I'm going to live to a hundred. I need to watch you get married and have kids as soon as possible."

"Pfft." Jiang Muye was eating, and Aunt's words caught him so off guard that he nearly sprayed his food everywhere.

"Aunt! I'm still young, it's too early for that." Jiang Muye's face flushed red.

"It's not early at all. Aren't you at marriage age now? Twenty-two, plenty old enough to start a family and a career," Aunt said with a smile.

Beside him, Mother Jiang chimed in. "Your aunt's right. Your father already had you by this age."

Jiang Muye scratched his ears and cheeks. "Times are different now."

"What's wrong, is Xiran unwilling?" Father Jiang detected something and asked.

Previously, Jiang Muye had been raring to get married.

How had he suddenly changed his mind?

As his old father, he naturally understood his son. Most likely, he figured something had gone wrong on Xia Xiran's end.

Jiang Muye then let out a sigh. "Dad, Mom, to be honest, I've given up on Xiran. She and I are people from two different worlds. I'm a fish, she's a bird. So I've already dissolved our engagement."

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were surprised, but they quickly began to comfort Jiang Muye.

"It's fine. That Childhood Betrothal doesn't count anyway. Just treat it like something we joked about back then."

"That's right. My son is so outstanding, he'll definitely find a better girl!"

Aunt nodded. "Muye, it's no big deal. If she won't have you, she's the one with no eye for quality. You're not the man you used to be—you're my nephew now. Girls will be throwing themselves at you, what's there to worry about? I promise I'll find you a better girl!"

"Aunt, thank you for the kind thought, but right now I just want to focus on my studies. After all, I'm a student now."

Hearing Jiang Muye's words, Aunt was full of admiration. "Wonderful, my judgment really was spot on. You didn't let inheriting such a huge fortune go to your head, and you still know to keep your feet on the ground. That puts your aunt at ease. The day after tomorrow there's a banquet—your aunt will take you out to see the world and make some connections."

"Thank you, Aunt."

After the meal, the lawyer arrived.

Looking at the packed list of assets on the inheritance document, Jiang Muye was stunned.

Over thirty luxury villas domestically and abroad.

More than forty stores and twenty malls worldwide.

Forty chain enterprise companies.

Two private beaches.

The biggest chunk of it all was the Chen Group, which Aunt had inherited from her husband!

Heavens, the Chen Group was one of the top ten corporations in all of Asia.

And now he was the Chen Group's first heir? Its future CEO?

No wonder Aunt was looking for an heir now—she was essentially scouting the future person in charge of the Chen Group.

Jiang Muye's breath caught. He was absolutely staggered.

He immediately began to sign.

With a pie this big falling into his lap, only an idiot wouldn't grab it.

Just like that, Jiang Muye smoothly became Aunt's first heir. After Aunt passed away, all the assets under her name would belong to Jiang Muye.

By all rights, he had his Elder Cousin's wedding to attend tomorrow, so he should get to sleep early.

But in a situation like this, how could he possibly sleep?

Just as Jiang Muye was floating on cloud nine, ding dong—a notification came from his phone.

Jiang Muye opened it and found a message from Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli: The moon is very round tonight. Sweet dreams.

Attached was a nightscape photo of the moon.

A hazy, luminous moon hung in the sky, full of atmosphere.

Seeing it, Jiang Muye's gaze softened a little.

He instinctively looked at the moon outside.

At that moment, Leng Ruoli was resting her head on a rabbit plush pillow, phone clutched in her hand, waiting for a reply.

Ding dong—

A message had come!

Leng Ruoli was thrilled and immediately tapped it open.

She found that Jiang Muye had sent a picture.

A faint crescent moon hung in the night sky.

It was obviously the moon on his side.

It gave Leng Ruoli the urge to fly over and admire the moon together with him.

Strange. He'd only been gone six hours, five minutes, and twenty seconds—why did she miss him so much?

Then another voice message came through on WeChat.

"Good night."

A magnetic male voice rang out.

Leng Ruoli's face went hot, hot, hot.

She immediately replied: "Good night."

Then Leng Ruoli slid her finger up and tapped on Jiang Muye's recording, playing it on loop who-knew-how-many times.

It sounded so good!

She could never get tired of it.

The corners of Leng Ruoli's lips pulled up high, and she simply couldn't bring them back down.

Her face started burning shamelessly.

Leng Ruoli instinctively buried her face in the rabbit plush pillow, but her exposed ears involuntarily betrayed the red flush.

Autumn mornings were beautiful, the air filled with the scent of spring grass.

An endless expanse of lawn was about to host a wedding. The venue had already been decorated in an especially beautiful and romantic way, and a huge sea of people had gathered.

Everyone had been chatting away in high spirits, each talking about their own thing, when suddenly a tall figure appeared and instantly seized everyone's attention.

He wore a black suit, his black hair styled up with mousse, his sideburns flamboyant, greeting the morning dew and dawn light—handsome to a devastating degree.

He clearly wasn't the groom, yet he drew more attention than the groom.

Girls were already quietly blushing, sizing him up without pause.

They began asking the informed parties with stars in their eyes.

"Who is he? So handsome, is he a celebrity?"

The reply came: "He's the groom's younger cousin. But him showing up really surprised me—I thought he wouldn't want to appear at the wedding."

This left the girls puzzled. "Why?"

"Troubled by love, of course. He was absolutely smitten with their school's Campus Belle. He proposed ninety-nine times, and every single one failed. He should be the laughingstock of their school by now."

As the bystanders gloated, the Elder Cousin's displeased voice rang out. "You've got it wrong. Not only is he not the laughingstock of their school, he's become a celebrity there."

The one who'd been rebuked turned red in the face. "Proposing that many times and getting rejected—that's notorious far and wide, isn't it! He's a simp. No matter how many times he proposes, she's just not interested in him!"

"You only know the first part, not the second. Do you know that the Campus Belle he proposed to ninety-nine times has now chased him all the way to the wedding?" the Elder Cousin said smugly.

"What? That can't be right!"

This shocked everyone.

The Elder Cousin pointed at a graceful figure not far away, walking toward Jiang Muye. "That's the hard evidence."