Chapter 261: Chapter 261 You Are Terribly Strong Now
Jiang Nanshu finally looked scared, her eyes filled with tears as she turned to Mr. Jiang for help, “Dad…”
Mr. Jiang stood up, walked over to Jiang Nanshu’s side, and said to Old Sir Song, “Father-in-law, Nannan is still young. Please don’t frighten her.”
He gently patted the back of Jiang Nanshu’s hand, “Go sit down, it’s alright, we’re here for you.”
Jiang Nanshu bit her red lips, hung her head in response, and walked over to the Jiang Family’s table.
“Old man, since you’re so nice to me, I’m gonna reserve a spot for you in the mental hospital right now. When you go crazy, you can check in without any procedures. Aren’t I considerate?”
Mr. Jiang: “…”
Having not heard Jiang Nanshu’s inner voice for some time, he had nearly forgotten his tragic outcome.
“Ah, wrong. Before you enter the asylum, you still have your second spring, don’t you? Can’t you hurry up and remarry Aunt Chu, so eager to meet my new stepmother? Will she bring me a big present, huh?”
Mrs. Jiang’s face turned green.
From start to finish.
Jiang Nanshu had never wished her own mother well.
Her hand tightly clutched the cup.
Mr. Jiang’s face was somewhat embarrassed and he dared not look directly at Mrs. Jiang.
The Song Family were unaware of the awkward atmosphere in the Jiang Family.
Old Sir Song continued, “She’s still young? She’s already of age, capable of bearing legal responsibility. If she weren’t my granddaughter, I’d have already sent her to the police station.”
Jiang Nanshu sat in the chair, pouting as she looked at Old Sir Song, “Then you should call the cops and have me taken away.”
It’s not like the police have nothing better to do.
Do you really think that you can disregard the law and convict people as you please just because you’re wealthy?
Seeing that Jiang Nanshu still dared to talk back, Old Sir Song was so angry that he clutched at his chest, exclaiming, “A misfortune for the family, a real misfortune!”
Mrs. Jiang quickly tried to soothe him, “Dad, don’t get worked up. Take care of your health.”
She disapprovingly said, “Nannan, you cannot be so aggressive. Apologize to your grandfather right now.”
Seeing Jiang Nanshu about to speak.
Old Sir Song quickly scoffed, “No need. I can’t take it!”
Jiang Nanshu promptly retracted her retort and obediently replied, “Alright then.”
Old Sir Song: “…”
He was just bluffing, and Jiang Nanshu wouldn’t play along.
Was she still waiting for him, her elder, to apologize to her?
That moment, Madam Song wheeled Song Yichen in.
He sat in the wheelchair, his knee wrapped in bandages and his right arm suspended in front of his chest. His eyes furiously glared at Jiang Nanshu, as if he might pounce at her the next second; for her part, Jiang Nanshu returned with a friendly smile.
This infuriated Song Yichen to no end.
He bellowed immediately, “Quick, make Jiang Nanshu kneel before me and apologize, quick, quick!”
He clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, his chest heaving dramatically.
The next second, Song Yichen turned to look at Old Sir Song and Mrs. Jiang, his eyes brimming with red, “Wuwu, Grandpa, Aunt, my hand hurts so much. I have a piano performance in a few days, all ruined, my first place, gone. It’s Jiang Nanshu. She’s ruining my future.”
Old Madam Song was heartbroken.
This was her youngest grandchild.
She quickly held Song Yichen’s head in her arms and gently stroked him, “Chenchen, don’t be afraid, Grandma will get justice for you. Don’t be scared.”
Her gaze sharp as she looked towards Jiang Nanshu, her voice full of furious righteousness, she addressed Mr. Jiang, “Huanye, I know you feel for your daughter, who’s been cast out for fifteen years, but you can’t use that as a reason to shield her. She’s the one at fault here. We’re just asking for an apology from her. Is that so hard?”
“Chenchen also grew up under your watch, and he has always been well-behaved since he was young,” Mr. Jiang said, his face grim, yet his voice softened slightly, “Mother-in-law, I’ve obtained the surveillance footage from the school. Everyone saw it, Chenchen was the first to throw a bottle at Nannan. Why does my daughter, Jiang Huanye’s daughter, not have the right to retaliate? If he hadn’t been handsy, would Nannan have hit him? Instead of looking for faults in others, perhaps it’s time for some self-reflection!”
Old Madam Song was infuriated.
“But she didn’t need to hit him that hard.”
Mr. Jiang truly didn’t want to say it.
Jiang Nanshu was 165cm tall, and Song Yichen, only fifteen, was already 175cm tall.
Besides, Jiang Nanshu appeared delicate and didn’t look as sturdy as Song Yichen.
And still, his daughter had managed to beat up such a weak boy; it was laughable.
Internally, Mr. Jiang was full of disdain, but he kept a serious face: “It’s because you’ve pampered him too much. He can’t even beat a girl; it’s an embarrassment to even speak of it. I heard he’s even taken up Taekwondo—aren’t you afraid he’ll tarnish the reputation of that school?”
“My eldest son also said that the intention of today’s dinner was reconciliation, and apologies should all be dealt with during the meal. If you don’t accept that, I’ll take them and leave right now.”
Mr. Jiang had little patience for dragging this out and went straight to the point.
The negotiating party from the Song Family was stunned.
So was Jiang Nanshu.
Was this the same man who always had a stern face?
He really was a businessman; no one could outtalk him.
But that Mr. Jiang stood up to the Song Family because of her was a surprise.
Thus, her gaze toward him became complicated.
[With your eloquence, during the New Year’s gathering, not even all our relatives could outtalk you. You’re really formidable now.]
Mr. Jiang: “…”
For whom was he doing all this!
That girl was just having the time of her life in the back.
“You!” Upon seeing her son-in-law’s assertive attitude, Old Madam Song turned her gaze to Mrs. Jiang, “Shuling, just look at him!”
Mrs. Jiang’s face flushed red with embarrassment because her husband’s family hadn’t given her face.
It was just an apology, but they acted as if it was taking Jiang Nanshu’s life.
The whole family was protective of her.
“Jiang Huanye! How dare you speak to my mother like that? Do you still want to be part of this family?” Mrs. Jiang snapped as she slammed the table and stood up.
Mr. Jiang was also infuriated.
They had agreed to bring Jiang Nanshu over for a cordial dinner, but right from the start, they had demanded his daughter apologize. The Song Family had acted inconsistently, yet he had not said anything, and now his own wife was the first to lose her patience.
Was he supposed to grovel before the Song Family?
In the past, for the sake of his wife, he had always been amiable with his in-laws, never once losing his temper.
Had he played the gentle role too often, leading them to believe they could push him around?
He snorted coldly, “If you don’t want to stay married, then let’s not. Our sons are grown now. They can be with whomever they choose. As for you, anyone you want can take care of you in your old age!”
Mrs. Jiang’s face visibly turned pale.
Old Madam Song had never contemplated her daughter getting a divorce over such an issue.
So, she too fell silent in discontent.
Jiang Yisen, seeing the Song Family deflated so quickly, chuckled, “Let’s all calm down. I’ll say a few words. Following the sequence of events, I think Song Yichen should apologize to my sister.”
[Hahaha, maybe you shouldn’t have spoken, your grandfather’s face has turned green, it’s killing me.]
With a pale face, Song Yichen felt nauseated at the thought of apologizing to Jiang Nanshu.