Volume One, Chapter Two: This Is the Jiang Family—Jiang Yihuan’s Jiang
The servant trembled in fear, unsure of what mistake he had made, and looked anxiously at Zhou Jingmo.
Though Zhou Jingmo had always been gentle, the servants all knew that this young master was far less easygoing than he appeared. When angered, his innate aura of dominance was truly intimidating.
Zhou Jingmo pointed to the black truffle hydnum on the dining table. “A side dish placed in the position of the main course? Although the hydnum is made quite precious by the black truffle, it is still a side dish. If you can't distinguish the order of importance like this, won't Master Cheng think we lack hospitality?”
His words carried a double meaning so sharp that everyone present understood the hidden implication.
The servant immediately realized and hurriedly removed the dish.
Shen Qiming’s face darkened even more than before. But since it was Zhou Jingmo speaking, he dared not voice his anger and could only follow his lead.
“Master Cheng, apologies. The servant is ignorant of proper etiquette and has embarrassed you,” Shen Qiming said.
Cheng Wang waved his hand. “Not at all, Uncle, you’re too formal. We’re all family, I…”
Before he could finish, a sudden burst of laughter rang out, sharp and jarring like the hoot of an owl in the night, turning the entire dining room eerie.
Jiang Yihuan’s laughter trembled through her whole body, as if she were a deranged patient escaped from an asylum.
Everyone looked at her in confusion, unsure what had triggered her laughter.
Shen Qiming frowned and was about to scold her, but Madame Shen quietly pressed his hand and shook her head, signaling him to endure.
They had to consider the bigger picture—they were still planning to marry Jiang Yihuan to the Cheng family to secure financing for a new project.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, Shen Qiming forced a tender tone. “Yihuan, what’s wrong with you?”
Jiang Yihuan couldn’t stop laughing, clutching her side, gasping for breath. “Sorry, I rarely laugh so easily, but this is just too funny. Family, hahahaha, sitting in this room…”
She pointed mercilessly at Shen Qiming, tearing away the veil of shame.
“A heartless, ungrateful phoenix man.”
Then at Madame Shen, “A homewrecker who’s seized another’s nest.”
Next, at Shen Wuyang, “A shameless, worn-out daughter of privilege.”
Finally, turning to Cheng Wang, “A big stud! Hahahaha, you really are one big happy family, huh?”
Shen Qiming’s hand clenched tightly on the table, unable to contain himself any longer, about to reprimand her.
Cheng Wang abruptly stood up, his face ashen with rage.
In all his years, no woman had dared insult him so openly, especially in front of everyone.
He glared at Shen Qiming with cold eyes and a clear, angry voice. “Chairman Shen, are you deliberately humiliating the Cheng family? I think it’s better not to marry at all!”
Shen Qiming panicked and hurried to explain, “No… Master Cheng, please listen to me…”
Cheng Wang turned without a word and left.
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As soon as he left, Jiang Yihuan’s laughter was abruptly cut off, as smoothly and suddenly as a phone shutting down at 1% battery—no time to react.
Shen Qiming slammed the table in fury.
The situation had escalated so badly that anyone could tell Jiang Yihuan was deliberately sabotaging the relationship between the two families.
He shouted sharply, “Jiang Yihuan!”
“Don’t shout so loud…” Jiang Yihuan picked up a steak knife from the table, holding it calmly before her face, lazily fixing her hair. “You know I was scared by a dog when I was little.”
Shen Qiming was rendered speechless by her defiance. Madame Shen stood and straightened his back, speaking softly to soothe him.
“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Yihuan just came back; you shouting like this only hurts her feelings.”
Madame Shen turned to Jiang Yihuan, exuding the full air of a noblewoman.
She gracefully tucked stray hair behind her ear and said gently, “Yihuan, you shouldn’t speak to your father like that. It’s so rude. If word gets out, people will say you’re unfilial.”
“What kind of trash can are you, holding so much in? And this family…” Jiang Yihuan slowly turned her head, eyes filled with contempt. “Since when did a homewrecker like you get to speak?”
Madame Shen’s lips twitched, her face nearly losing its composure.
Shen Qiming snapped, “She is your stepmother! Do you have any respect for elders?”
Jiang Yihuan sneered, “She looks more like a hen.”
Zhou Jingmo chuckled softly but quickly suppressed his laughter, thinking it inappropriate.
Madame Shen’s face utterly lost control this time.
Shen Wuyang tried to defend her mother, but Madame Shen stopped her.
It was best for Shen Wuyang to stay silent now.
This way, Jiang Yihuan’s rebellion would make Shen Wuyang seem all the more obedient and sensible.
Shen Qiming’s face flushed with anger as he pointed at Jiang Yihuan and scolded, “Ungrateful girl! Tomorrow, you will apologize to the Cheng family. If they want to break the engagement, then you can go back to America!”
Jiang Yihuan replied coldly, “Shen Qiming, I am no longer the child who obeyed your every command. Besides—”
She glanced mockingly around the room. “Among all of you here, am I not the one most deserving to belong to this family?”
Shen Qiming said in a low voice, “Do you think I’m dead?”
Jiang Yihuan said nothing but took a step forward holding the steak knife, advancing toward Shen Qiming.
His expression changed. “What are you doing?”
She stopped right in front of him, pointing the knife at his nose, speaking with a casual yet venomous tone. “You’re still alive, but it might as well be the same as dead.”
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“You!”
“Shen Qiming, after serving as the family’s dog for years, you really think you’re the master? Get it straight—this is the Jiang family, Jiang Yihuan’s family!”
With that, Jiang Yihuan stabbed the knife straight into the medium-rare steak before Shen Qiming, leaving everyone with a defiant back as she walked toward the stairs.
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