Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Bring Feng Lu back? Tang Qiu couldn’t help stealing a nervous glance towards Jiang Shaocheng, but he remained as unmoved and silent as ever.

She felt a wry, bitter laugh bubble to her lips. She had fooled herself into thinking that Jiang Shaocheng had approved of her. Like a delusional, lovesick fool, she had even been truly fond of him, wanting to be his dutiful wife…

It wasn’t that she had truly wanted to marry Jiang Shaocheng. But the Fengs would never let this slide… to say nothing of what they would do to her grandmother… The thought sent a pang of pain through her heart, and she felt her eyes prick with tears.

Upon hearing Jiang Ming’s pronouncement, the Feng family’s faces fell. To wed Feng Lu to that sickly cripple, with his pasty, disfigured face… Feng Lu herself would never agree, but even all of Chen Man’s love for her daughter couldn’t compel her to allow Feng Lu to come back and face such a match.

“That doesn’t seem quite appropriate, Second Young Master,” she objected. “No matter how you put it, Tang Qiu already went through the rites with your brother. And after the… consummation of the marriage last night, she essentially belongs to him. If you were to send her back to us, what kind of future would she have?”

Can’t you see the weakling can’t even get up from his wheelchair? Jiang Ming wanted to scoff. Like he would even be capable of the act, with such useless legs!

“I’m telling you: if you don’t get Feng Lu back, I’ll see to it that your whole family ends up bankrupt. This is what you get for daring to make fools of the Jiang family!” If the second son of the Jiangs wanted to ruin a small company like the Fengs’, all it would take was a few words.

Feng Guo’an’s face paled, and he hurriedly stuttered out, “Second Young Master, please… please don’t. I’ll find Feng Lu and bring her back this instant.”

“Bring her back?” a furious Chen Man wailed. “Are you planning to send my daughter to her death?”

“Do you want to send our family to our deaths?” Fang Guo’an shot back. “What are we going to survive on, without the company?”

Of course Chen Man didn’t want to see the company go bankrupt. She burst into tears of rage.

Feng Yao was still calculating a plan in her head. “Second Young Master, perhaps…”

Between sips of tea, Jiang Shaocheng glanced at Feng Yao from the corner of his eye. “You don’t want your sister to come back? That’s fine. Are you planning to take her place?”

“No!” Feng Yao darted behind her mother in fear.

Jiang Shaocheng coughed once, then twice. He fixed his cold gaze on Fang Guo’an. “We don’t have to make the switch if you’re unwilling. But I have conditions.”

Fang Guo’an felt a chill shoot down his spine, and couldn’t repress a shiver. Since when was this sick weakling capable of wielding such a threatening, murderous demeanor? “What conditions? Name anything you like, Young Master. As long as it is within my power, you shall have it!”

Jiang Shaocheng had brought his brother here not as a spectator, but as a tool. The Fengs held him in contempt due to his physical frailty, but they looked at Jiang Ming with fear. If even Jiang Ming was backed into a corner with no options, however, the Fengs wouldn’t be able to leverage him to negotiate a way out.