On her wedding night, Jiang Yilai's comatose husband suddenly woke up. Thus, Jiang Yilai, who was unloved by her father, disliked by her stepmother, had her boyfriend stolen by her stepsister, ...
"Bodyguards? Let's not let them into the house. We're all family, we can talk things over." Jiang Weijie's facial muscles trembled stiffly.
Jiang Yilai leaned back in her chair and said calmly, "I brought them here not to cause trouble, but simply to have a proper talk with you."
Jiang Weijie, barely containing his anger, said, "What do you want to talk about? You've already occupied the building, what else do you want to do?!"
"I didn't come here to see you today."
Jiang Yilai's cold gaze fell on Jiang Lezhen.
She took out her phone, pulled up the video, and sent it to him: "Where is the original video?"
Jiang Lezhen lowered her head, her pupils contracting.
She shook her head, feigning panic, and said, "Sister, what are you saying? I don't understand."
"Can't understand?"
Jiang Yilai scoffed.
She raised her chin and gestured to A-Kang.
Ah Kang immediately understood, and the two bodyguards strode forward, each grabbing one of Jiang Lezhen's arms and pinning her to the ground.
Ah Kang then snatched Jiang Lezhen's phone.
"What are you doing?!" Jiang Weijie roared at Jiang Yilai as he saw Jiang Lezhen being bullied.
He jumped up and strode aggressively toward Jiang Yilai.
But he was stopped by bodyguards after taking only two steps.
Jiang Lezhen hadn't expected Jiang Yilai to be so rough.
After a moment of panic, she glanced at her phone, which A-Kang was looking through, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes.
She blinked, and large tears began to fall.
"Sister, I really don't know what I did to offend you. The video has nothing to do with me."
Jiang Weijie simply couldn't get close to Jiang Yilai.
Upon hearing this, he suppressed his anger, picked up his phone, and watched the video.
After reading it, he couldn't help but look up and scold, "You brought so many people to our house to cause trouble over such a trivial matter?"
"A trivial matter?" Jiang Yilai sneered. "Someone maliciously edited the video and ruined my reputation. Is that a trivial matter?"
"It's just a few words from people online, it won't hurt me!"
Jiang Yilai's face was indifferent.
She looked at Jiang Weijie's matter-of-fact expression and nodded: "I understand. Don't worry, I'll let you experience this little thing too—or I'll just edit some of Jiang's videos."
Jiang Weijie's expression changed, and he felt a little flustered.
"You've already ruined the Jiang family, what more do you want!"
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yilai's smile was sarcastic. "You just said it was a small matter, why are you in such a hurry now?"
Jiang Weijie choked.
Feeling embarrassed, he suddenly turned to look at Jiang Lezhen: "Lezhen, did you really do this?"
Jiang Lezhen cried with tears streaming down her face: "It wasn't me, it really wasn't me!"
"Lai Lai, look what your sister said..."
Jiang Yilai ignored him.
She looked at A-Kang: "How is it?"
Ah Kang walked over with his phone, looking slightly embarrassed: "Madam, there aren't any messages on the phone."
Jiang Yilai frowned slightly.
Hearing A-Kang's words, Jiang Weijie suddenly felt more confident.
With a stern face, he coldly shouted at Jiang Yilai, "Since you haven't found anything, it means you've misunderstood your sister! Release your sister now and apologize to her!"
A mixture of resentment and triumph flashed across Jiang Lezhen's tearful eyes.
But on the surface, she cried pitifully, "Sister, you've really misunderstood..."
Jiang Yilai looked through Jiang Lezhen's phone.
There's really nothing useful information above.
But Kang Yi-rae was certain that this matter was definitely related to Kang Ra-jin.