As soon as Si Boye finished speaking, the large living room fell silent.

Everyone gasped.

Grandpa Ji choked on his tea and coughed several times before recovering, looking shocked.

"Ahem, young master Si, what did you say? You said you and Niannian, you two last night..."

For the first time, Jiang Nian experienced what it meant to be unable to defend oneself.

She was rough yesterday; before leaving, she even slashed Si Boye's shirt with a knife as a warning.

It's true, but why does it sound so ambiguous coming from a man's mouth?

And then there's this talk of giving her a title, starting something and then abandoning it—it makes it seem like she took advantage of the man and then didn't take responsibility!

Jiang Nian looked at Si Boye, her eyes almost overflowing with warning.

If glares could kill, the man behind me, feigning innocence, would have been carried out by now.

However, Jiang Nian couldn't tell the truth to Grandpa Ji, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain how she and Si Boye met, or what exactly happened last night.

He could only swallow his anger and try to remain calm: "Grandpa, it's not what you think."

Grandpa Ji immediately looked at Si Boye.

Si Boye shrugged like a submissive wife, his tone regretful: "Since Niannian has said so, then Grandpa Ji, just pretend that Niannian didn't treat me that way. I'll listen to her."

?

This explanation is worse than no explanation at all; what exactly is it then?

Grandpa Si was overjoyed: "Is that so? Niannian and you...you brat, you kept this from your grandpa!"

"Old Ji, I always said that my grandson, even if you don't look at anything else, has a face and figure that girls would like."

"That's perfect. Since Niannian likes our Bo Ye, why don't we arrange their marriage?"

"Engagement?" The old man Ji was furious that someone else was eyeing his precious daughter whom he had just found after so much trouble. "Our Niannian is still in high school. She should focus on her studies. What's with the engagement!"

Grandpa Si advised, "Old Ji, look how old-fashioned you are. An engagement is not the same as a wedding. Settle the marriage first, and then see when Niannian wants to marry Bo Ye after she graduates from university..."

What is all this nonsense?

She and Si Boye had only met three times today!

Seeing the two old men arguing back and forth, Jiang Nian was a little overwhelmed, but then her phone suddenly rang.

I glanced at the text message; it was from Han Xu—[Sister Nian, call me back immediately!]

Han Xu sounded like he was in a hurry.

Jiang Nian frowned slightly and looked up: "I'm sorry, Grandpa Si, I have something to do and need to go out for a bit. You two talk first."

"Where are you going? I'll take you." Si Boye looked over.

Jiang Nian shot him a sharp glare and said, enunciating each word clearly, "No, it's not necessary, Mr. Bo."

After saying that, she didn't give the man a chance to say another word and turned to leave.

As soon as Jiang Nian stepped out of the Ji family's house, she called Han Xu back.

Han Xu said on the phone that after she left in the evening, Si Boye's men threw Song Wenjing, who had been beaten unconscious by her, along with the other thugs, into a car and sent them to the hospital.

An hour ago, Song Wenjing woke up in the hospital. Instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, he slunk away and went straight to the police station to report that Jiang Nian had intentionally injured him.

Han Xu on the other end of the phone was furious.

"Song Wenjing is such a shameless idiot. He was the one who brought thugs to ambush you outside the school, and you beat him up. Instead, he got so angry that he started biting people!"

"What's even more disgusting is that the Song family has some influence in Jiangcheng. As soon as Madam Song arrived and learned that it was the young master of the Song family who was beaten, the deputy director of the police station immediately bowed and scraped, saying that he would send people to arrest you."

"The police couldn't reach you, so they went directly to the Jiang family to arrest you. They brought your scumbag father and Jiang Ranran here first. Sister Nian, the police are looking for you all over the city now."

Jiang Nian sneered after hanging up the phone.

No wonder Song Wenjing and Jiang Ranran got together.

Trash and trash cans are a perfect match.

*

Jiangcheng Police Station.

The woman, dressed in an elegant outfit, looked at Jiang Sheng with a forced smile and a gloomy expression, saying, "Mr. Jiang, your ex-wife's daughter is quite capable!"

“My son Wenjing has been pampered by me since he was little. He has never suffered any grievances in his life, and no one has dared to lay a finger on him. How dare she beat my son Wenjing so badly that he was bleeding from the head and fell into a coma and had to go to the hospital?”

"If it weren't for your Ranran's sake, do you think you'd still be standing here in front of me like this?"

Jiang Sheng, standing to the side, was sweating profusely, his face full of apologetic smiles, and his waist was almost bent over the table.

"Yes, yes, Madam Song, please don't be angry. You don't know, this Jiang Nian is nominally my daughter, but she grew up in the countryside and I have never raised her."

“That child is always causing trouble. She was expelled from school for fighting before, and I had already severed ties with her. I never expected that she would dare to hit Young Master Wen Jing today. I really…”

"Once I find her, I'll give her a good scolding and make her kneel down and apologize to Young Master Wen Jing!"

Jiang Ranran, with red eyes, stood in front of Madam Song, looking on the verge of tears. Her delicate appearance was pitiful and made her seem incredibly well-behaved.

"Aunt Song, it's all my fault. Brother Wenjing went to find Jiang Nian because she bullied me in the classroom during the day. He wanted to stand up for me, so it's all my fault..."

With bandages wrapped around his head, Song Wenjing gritted his teeth and said, "Ranran, what does this have to do with you? I'll make sure Jiang Nian knows what the price she'll pay for offending me!"

Song Wenjing took a deep breath.

The thought of Jiang Nian looking at him like he was a dog in the evening made Song Wenjing feel terrible.

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