Chapter 45: Jiang Yu Is Out of Control!

Song Qian’s face turned white and red in turns. He couldn’t stop cursing inwardly—this beast of a man was truly difficult to deal with.

“Mr. He, I just mean to say that we will take good care of A’Yu. We are her relatives, after all. You two are neither kith nor kin, so keeping her like this only brings you unnecessary trouble.”

He Lian’s broad palm patted Jiang Yu’s small head very lightly twice. Then, as if bored, he began rubbing her earlobe with his fingers.

“You are bringing me trouble right now.”

Song Qian’s mouth twitched. He felt completely trapped with nowhere to turn.

He Zhiyi doubled over in laughter, even shaking Jiang Yu along with her.

Yet her eyes remained fixed on Song Xueyan’s face. That hollow, devouring gaze—like an empty dry well—made the latter feel uneasy, forcing her to look away first.

Something seemed off about this lunatic.

However, Song Xueyan couldn’t quite put her finger on it, so she simply avoided looking at her altogether.

Jiang Yu’s heart grew cold. The bloodthirsty urge to destroy the Song family surged in her chest, but in the end, it merely flickered out as a trace of disdain in her eyes.

Dying was easy.

Making them wish they were dead—that was the real goal.

He Lian cast a side-glance and noticed that Jiang Yu’s face was covered in a frost-like chill.

Knowing that Jiang Yu held an innate, bone-deep hatred for the Song family, he slightly raised his eyebrows and turned to call out to Song Qian.

The man jerked his head up.

He Lian said, “Since you dare to come here and bring me trouble, how about I find some trouble for you as well?”

Spurred by these words, Song Qian felt a chill from head to toe, as if his throat were being squeezed tight.

Setting aside targeted trouble, the Song family couldn’t even withstand an investigation by the people from the Fortress.

What was going on with this He Lian?!

Wasn’t he just disciplined? How was he still so stubborn and unrepentant? Could a single Jiang Yu really be more important than his own future?!

“No, no, Mr. He,” he pleaded. “Please don’t joke around. I know you wouldn’t use public power to settle personal grudges.”

“You’re wrong.”

He Lian pressed on step by step: “When it comes to Jiang Yu, I am naturally narrow-minded.”

Jiang Yu’s pupils trembled slightly.

She knew He Lian would protect her, but she hadn’t expected him to say something like this.

During her five whole years in the Song family, she had been entirely on her own. This was the very first time someone stood up for her so unconditionally and unreasonably.

She didn’t know whether she had set the bait too well or if God took pity on her and personally handed her a blade named ‘He Lian’.

In short, she was one step closer to success.

Song Xueyan was also terrified by these words. Yet this man’s overbearing dominance was directed solely at Jiang Yu.

Unable to help herself, she forced a smile at Jiang Yu, braving the tension: “A’Yu, be good. How about coming home with Big Sister?”

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes; instead, it was filled with threat and intimidation.

Jiang Yu used to fear her the most in the Song family—as long as she glared, this lunatic wouldn’t dare to resist at all!

Yet Jiang Yu didn’t react.

Song Xueyan’s smile cracked slightly. Unwilling to give up, she reached out to pull her: “A’Yu, be good. Big Sister will take you home to buy delicious food and new clothes. Be obedient, okay?”

Before she could even touch Jiang Yu’s arm, He Zhiyi shoved her to the ground with a throw pillow. She stood up and cursed, “Stay the fuck away from Jiang Yu! You disgust me!”

Song Qian was startled and quickly helped his daughter up!

Although the Song family wasn’t as powerful as the He family, Song Xueyan had still grown up as a pampered young lady. When had she ever suffered such indignity?

“He Zhiyi! Have you gone crazy too?!”

That shriek drew the attention of the surrounding servants, all of whom gave cold glares.

For their young lady to be insulted on her own turf was a slap in their faces as well.

He Zhiyi took a step forward: “You with the surname Song, what did you just call me?”

Song Qian’s scalp went numb from the tense atmosphere. This was their home ground after all, so he frantically apologized to He Zhiyi, before trying to lead Jiang Yu once again.

“A’Yu, just tell us—are you coming with your eldest uncle or not?”

He Lian turned his body slightly, his eyes fixed on her.

Jiang Yu lowered her head. Under the gaze of the Song father and daughter, she shook her head lightly, and then spoke firmly.

“He Lian is here, so I am here.”

He Lian froze, blinking wildly out of control. His palm resting on the sofa went completely numb.

Did this count as a [Jiang Yu-style] confession?

It counted, right? It definitely counted!

He knew deep down in her heart, the little fool was definitely fond of him!

However, this small gesture landed like an axe right on Song Xueyan’s head!

She was so shocked that she didn’t even have time to straighten her qipao hem, collapsing onto the sofa.

Why?

Why was Jiang Yu out of control?!

This lunatic actually stopped listening to her!

He Lian was completely immersed in the phrase ‘He Lian is here’ and noticed nothing else.

He Zhiyi violently embraced Jiang Yu, calling out in eager excitement: “Zhiyi! Zhiyi is here too!”

Jiang Yu raised her head and saw Song Xueyan’s deathly pale face, her panic almost bursting out.

She enjoyed it.

She used her eyes to savor every single flicker of emotion on Song Xueyan’s face.

Presumably, He Lian felt the same way when he pulled the trigger.

It felt amazing.

Perhaps it could feel even better.

Jiang Yu turned her head lightly, looking slightly uncomfortable: “Painting.”

He Lian finally snapped back to reality and patted his sister’s shoulder: “Take A’Yu upstairs to play.”

He Zhiyi nodded, leading Jiang Yu by the hand toward the staircase.

Hearing the word ‘painting’, Song Xueyan felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles. If He Lian weren’t present, she would have rushed over to strangle Jiang Yu alive!

To eliminate future trouble once and for all!

At the turn of the stairs, Jiang Yu cast a downward glance, quiet madness seeping from her pupils.

Song Xueyan.

Welcome to being the first to step into my hell.

He Lian was also studying Song Xueyan. That uncontrollable panic seemed to prove something. Just as he was about to probe further, a BMW pulled up in the courtyard outside.

Having caught wind of the news, Meng Zhenyue rushed over, dragging Duan Jingyue along.

Meng Zhenyue was in such a hurry that she didn’t even greet Old Master He. Running into the house, she called out loudly, “Oh my, isn’t this my in-law’s eldest uncle? Why didn’t you inform us in advance before coming to Jinzhou!”

Already jittery, the Song father and daughter quickly turned their heads.

At the entrance, the mother and son were engaged in a tug-of-war.

No matter how dense Duan Jingyue was, he could tell his uncle had his eyes on Jiang Yu!

In this world, the only person who would dare to compete with He Lian for a woman was probably that bastard Xie Qingzhou!

In-laws? He still wanted to keep his life!

“Mom!”

Duan Jingyue tugged forcefully to hold Meng Zhenyue back, turning around to declare his loyalty to his uncle: “Uncle! I’m here to persuade my mom! You mustn’t misunderstand!”

He Lian curled his lips indifferently, placed a cigarette in his mouth, and crossed his legs casually.

Another two arrived.

His A’Yu sure was in high demand.

“What are you persuading me about?” Meng Zhenyue brushed off her son’s hand and declared with a frown.

“Let me tell you, He Lian—the marriage between Jingyue and Jiang Yu was arranged by the elders of both our families. Your word doesn’t count. Now I say we’re not calling it off, so Jiang Yu has to be my daughter-in-law!”

Of course, Old Master Song’s inheritance had to belong to their family as well.

Song Qian couldn’t take it anymore and wiped his face hard.

He knew the Duan family wasn’t as powerful as the He family, and they were clearly after the inheritance.

If Jiang Yu entered the He family, the inheritance would still be there, but Song Xueyan would be in danger.

If Jiang Yu entered the Duan family, her safety would be guaranteed, but the inheritance would be gone.

Truly caught between a rock and a hard place.

Ultimately, however, Song Qian still wanted to save his precious daughter’s life.

Besides, as long as they preserved her reputation as a painter, money would keep flowing in continuously. At least they wouldn’t lose their heads.

Thus, Song Qian stepped forward to greet Meng Zhenyue, smiling politely: “So that’s how it is! It turns out to be my in-law!”

Duan Jingyue glared straight ahead, not even daring to look at his uncle’s face, shouting out: “What nonsense are you talking about! I’m not marrying Jiang Yu!”

Meng Zhenyue was frustrated by his lack of ambition: “If you don’t marry her, who will?!”

“I will.”

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment.

He Lian sat upright on the sofa, gently exhaling a puff of smoke from his mouth. His tone carried a calm authority that allowed no one to question:

“I will marry Jiang Yu.”

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