These words were not only said to those uncles and aunts, but also to Song Xueting. So as soon as the voice fell, Song Xueting's face changed. She looked at Jiang Han with suppressed anger: "What do you mean? You are 28 years old. Isn't it normal for me to find you a girlfriend? You are really too independent. You don't even care about me!"

As she spoke, she brought the flames of war back to Lan Shuang. After a few disgusted glances, she seemed to find it irritating. She turned her head and fixed her gaze on Jiang Han's face again: "Besides, the girls I found for you were all daughters of famous families and ladies from noble families. What about you? What kind of girl is this? She's all gossip, without any temperament at all. She's obviously not serious. And you actually brought her here? It's really rude."

Lan Shuang: “…”

Weird and strange? Which eye did she see that?

"I think relationships are all about mutual affection. Family background can be a bonus, but it can also be a burden. It's a tragedy for someone in the Jiang family's position to still need to rely on marriage to secure their position."

"You - what do you know? Stop talking nonsense. Don't think that just because Jiang Han brought you here, you will really be the future mistress of the Jiang family! I tell you, I don't recognize you!" Song Xueting had a tough attitude, with disgust and disdain clearly written on his face.

Lan Shuang was not annoyed, she just looked at Jiang Han.

Jiang Han chuckled and finally looked at Song Xueting, "What's the use of denying it? She won't sleep with you."

No one expected that Jiang Han, who was always cold and serious, would say such words. Song Xueting was stunned for a long time, then her face turned red with anger. She raised her hand and was about to hit Jiang Han in the face, but Lan Shuang reacted faster and grabbed her wrist directly.

Song Xueting snorted and switched to his other hand to hit Lan Shuang, but was caught by Jiang Han this time. Jiang Han's face was grim. He grabbed Song Xueting's wrist and threw him back onto the sofa with a little force.

"I'm not a child you can beat or scold, and neither is she, so don't take your anger out on us. Don't you just want to send the Song family's daughter to my bed? I can tell you clearly that it's impossible. Even if all the women in the world died, I wouldn't even look at your Song family daughter."

Jiang Han's attitude was tougher than Song Xueting's, but no one dared to say anything. Everyone was eager to see Song Xueting make a fool of himself. This was how their family was. They would laugh at whoever was unlucky, no matter whether they had any grudges against each other or not. Anyway, everyone had a bad relationship with him.

Old Master Lian Jiang just frowned, then lowered his eyes and pretended not to see it.

Anyway, he didn't like this ambitious eldest daughter-in-law very much.

On the other hand, Jiang Lu, who had been acting like a completely invisible person, helped Song Xueting up and said to Jiang Han awkwardly, "Xiaohan, Xueting is your mother after all. How could you embarrass her in front of everyone?"

"Shut up." Jiang Han said indifferently, "If you want to embarrass yourself, I can help you."

Jiang Lu immediately turned his face away and let go of Song Xueting.

Song Xueting was furious and slapped Jiang Lu in the face: "Coward! Why did I marry a loser like you in the first place?"

Jiang Lu's face turned away and slowly turned red, but he still said nothing.

"Alright," the old man thought it was enough, and he shouted to stop their nonsense, looking at Jiang Han: "What did Xiaohan mean just now? Was your disappearance deliberately framed by someone?"

Jiang Han didn't say anything. His gaze crossed the crowd and fell on Second Uncle Jiang. Second Uncle Jiang gnashed his teeth in anger. "You said it was me, but why don't you show me the evidence? You want to convict me without any evidence, just based on your words. Aren't you too arrogant?"

Lan Shuang looked at him and sighed that it was no wonder that after so many middle-aged people in the Jiang family, the power finally fell into the hands of Jiang Han. They were really a bunch of useless people.

If there is no evidence, given Jiang Han's character, how could he possibly come and kill us to break this window paper?

He is still being stubborn. I wonder if he will regret it when he gets slapped in the face later?

Jiang Han loosened his grip on Lan Shuang's waist, raised his hands and waved them lazily, his slender fingers gleaming like jade under the bright light.

Qi Yuan understood and walked forward, standing next to the coffee table. His white-gloved hands deftly entered the password to open the password box, and he took out a stack of papers from it and handed them to the managers of each branch of the Jiang family one by one and accurately.

At first everyone looked confused, but when they received the paper, their faces changed drastically.

Some people even began to tremble uncontrollably, and the color on their faces drained away completely.

The old man also got a share. He took a look and his eyes widened, and his hands unconsciously clenched his crutches.

"Alright, you bunch of beasts, you can't sit still and want to divide the family property before I die? You're even selling Jiang's shares behind my back?! You——"

The old man couldn't catch his breath and coughed violently.

The butler beside him hurried forward to calm him down: "Calm down first, your health is the most important thing."

Old Master Jiang waved his hands, but he couldn't get over the anger. He stared at the things on the paper, and then suddenly threw the crutch in his hand out, hitting Uncle Jiang right on the body, startling him. He asked in disbelief, "Dad?"

"Don't call me dad! You beast! Xiaohan is your nephew after all, and he has never wronged you in the past. Yet you colluded with outsiders to kill him? Ah? Are you still human? I shouldn't have let you interfere in the company's affairs in the first place, otherwise I wouldn't have nurtured such ambitions in you!"

"I...I didn't!" Uncle Jiang was still trying to argue stubbornly, but the evidence was written in black and white and he couldn't deny it.

"He fabricated all these to slander me!" Uncle Jiang stared at Jiang Han with red eyes, wishing he could tear him to pieces with his eyes.

Jiang Han, however, remained calm. His posture was very relaxed as he looked down at him. "What? Still not convinced? I have the recordings of your phone calls with the assassins and the transfer records, as well as evidence of your embezzlement of public funds over the years. Do you want me to display them all for everyone to see? Or... would you prefer that I call the police?"

Jiang Han rubbed his thumb and looked at him with a half-smile: "Perhaps you don't understand the law very well. Qi Yuan, explain to him what the crime of intentional homicide is here and how it is sentenced."

"Yes, Master Jiang." Qi Yuan walked over to Uncle Jiang and stood beside him, saying calmly, "Here, intentionally hiring someone to kill someone is considered extremely serious. The subjective motive for the crime is clear, and the death penalty is generally imposed."

Uncle Jiang's heart suddenly shrank and stopped beating for an instant.

He stood there, feeling a little dazed.

Jiang Han looked at him twice, then suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist, pointed it at his legs, and pulled the trigger twice without blinking.

"Bang, bang—"

“Ahhhhhh—”

When the gunshot went off, blood splattered everywhere, scaring everyone in the hall so much that they screamed and shrieked.