Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Chapter 497: The Chiang Family Who Backs Their Own

Lu Shufen put down the phone, her heart burning with anger. Her precious daughter had been crying so sadly that it shattered her heart, yet she still wouldn’t say who that boy was.

If she found out who he was, she’d tear him apart for daring to mistreat her daughter!

It wasn’t until she finished work that Lu Shufen hurried home. Dinner was already prepared on the dining table by the housekeeper, who greeted her respectfully with a "Madam!" upon her arrival.

Lu Shufen handed over her coat to the housekeeper and walked towards the living room where her husband and son were present. On the European-style sofa, one was reading the newspaper, and the other was lounging improperly.

"Old Chiang." Lu Shufen flopped down onto a seat.

"You’re back!" Jiang Conghe didn’t look up from his newspaper, instead flipping to the next page.

"Oy, you’re still reading the paper while big trouble’s brewing!" Lu Shufen clicked her tongue.

A pair of sharp eyes appeared from behind the newspaper. "What big trouble?" asked Jiang Conghe, who was only in his fifties but already had thinning hair combed back, revealing a tall figure with fine features indicating that he must have been a good-looking man in his youth.

Chiang Tian, also known as Chiang Qing’s brother, took over the conversation. "Dad, my mom makes a big fuss over nothing. What big trouble could it be? Just listen to her and that’ll be enough!"

"You little rascal, sit up straight!" Lu Shufen smacked him on the head.

As the director of the Cultural Work Troupe, Lu Shufen herself boasted a fine figure and presence, only in her late forties, but she looked as if she was just in her early forties due to good care. She wore her hair in electric curls, with a tweed cashmere skirt and a wool sweater.

"Mom, I’m already in my twenties and a businessman now; you’re still smacking my head," Chiang Tian complained as he straightened up, clearly displeased.

With the good looks inherited from his parents, he had charming, peach-blossom eyes, a trendy western haircut, donned dress pants and a vest, with his thin lips a rosy hue—every inch the appearance of a young noble.

"Doing business hasn’t matured you one bit," Lu Shufen rolled her eyes and turned to her husband. "I’m talking about a real problem. It’s Qingqing. She called me at noon, and what do you think, she was crying on the phone!"

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