The final exam came as scheduled and ended as scheduled.
The holidays are here, and thanks to a notice issued by the Education Bureau at the end of June to stop schools from offering private make-up classes, the high school seniors have escaped a disaster and are cheering for the two-month long holiday.
Jiang Chen originally planned to solve the Yang family's problem during the summer vacation. However, after learning that He Qianjian had contacted Yang Tianci, he decided to hold off for the time being. He really wanted to know what He Qianjian would do with Yang Tianci since the Jiang family's situation was completely different from that in the first life.
On the first weekend morning of the holiday, Jiang Chen finished his work and stood up to pour a glass of water. As soon as he walked to the door, he heard a rude knock on the door. He paused. Yang Si had just gone out to buy groceries at this time and would not come back so soon. Besides, she would never knock on the door like this.
Perhaps because he didn't hear any movement, the sound of a key turning was heard outside the door. Jiang Chen walked out of the room and happened to bump into Yang Tianci and his son who opened the door.
Unexpectedly, he saw Jiang Chen as soon as he entered the room. Yang Tianci's expression froze for a moment. He looked around and didn't see Yang Si, so he asked, "Where's your mother?"
Jiang Chen stood at the door, his eyes swept from Yang Shengmao to Yang Tianci's face, and he said calmly: "What are you doing here?"
"How can you talk like that?" Yang Tianci's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt, but he quickly concealed it and frowned, "I'm your uncle, why can't I come to your house? Is this how your mother taught you to treat guests and elders?"
Jiang Chen did not answer. He walked to Yang Tianci, stopped, and held out his hand: "Hand over the key."
"What key?" Yang Tianci snorted coldly, and the guilty feeling that just surfaced was suppressed by anger and shame, "Why do you ask me for the key? This is the key your mother gave me."
Jiang Chen lowered his gaze to his right hand holding the key, and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, this is the key you secretly made when you came to my house before."
Yang Tianci's eyes wandered for a moment, but soon he became confident again: "...That was also tacitly approved by your mother."
Jiang Chen said nothing, but just looked at him coldly, his back straight, looking down at him. When Yang Tianci was looked at like this, he suddenly felt angry. He hated Jiang Chen because of the look in his eyes. No matter how well he pretended to be well-behaved, there was no respect for his elders in his eyes, and he didn't take him seriously at all.
But what if he looked down on him? What if he thought he was superior? It was a pity that he had the disease of a young master but not the life of a young master. If the real young master wanted to mess with him, wouldn't he just be bullied and squeezed?
Thinking of this, Yang Tianci's anger subsided. A mixture of gloating and impatience appeared on his face, mixed with a weird and twisted mockery: "Jiang Chen - as your uncle, I'm giving you a piece of advice. Don't act so superior to everyone. Be careful not to offend someone you shouldn't offend. When the time comes... you'll be stepped on and you won't even dare to get up!"
Jiang Chen remained calm and said, "Mr. Yang, I'll give you my last words as well."
Yang Tianci sneered and walked around Jiang Chen and went inside: "Forget it if you don't appreciate it, go get me a glass of water, I'll wait here——"
Yang Tianci hunched his waist, his back trembling and stiff, and raised his face, which was instantly covered with a layer of cold sweat, and looked at Jiang Chen in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?"
Jiang Chen raised his lips slightly, raised his leg and kicked him to the ground, and said softly: "Mr. Yang, you broke into my house and stole things without permission. I was just defending myself."
A punch and a kick took only ten seconds. Yang Tianci curled up on the ground. It took him a while to come back to his senses. There were bloodshot around the whites of his eyes: "I am your uncle!"
"It's not the case anymore." Jiang Chen said as he raised his hand and grabbed Yang Shengmao who rushed over. With a clever force on his wrist, Yang Shengmao was stunned for two seconds while holding his dislocated wrist. After realizing that he couldn't control his wrist, he belatedly howled, "My hand, my hand is broken! Dad, my hand is broken..."
Yang Tianci's eyes were red with anger: "How dare you!"
Jiang Chen let go of Yang Shengmao, squatted in front of Yang Tianci, slowly spread out his hands, and his voice was as clear and clean as his smile: "Key."
"You broke Sheng Mao's hand, and you actually..."
"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded: "If you don't hand over the key, not only will his right hand be broken, but his left hand will also be broken."
"How dare you, ah ah, let go and I'll give you—"
Jiang Chen pried open Yang Tianci's fingers one by one. His clenched knuckles made a crackling sound due to such tough means, and Yang Tianci's screams became more and more miserable. Yang Shengmao, who was standing next to him, was frightened by the scene and his face turned pale. He took two steps back.
Jiang Chen took out the key from Yang Tianci and threw it into the trash can beside the door without even looking at it. He lowered his head and asked, "Mr. Yang, I want to ask, what are you planning to do by coming to my house to see my mother?"
Yang Tianci gritted his teeth and said, "I am your uncle. If you treat me like this, your mother will not let you go when she comes back."
"etc."
Jiang Chen stood up and went into the room. After a while he took out his cell phone. He tapped it lightly and a recording started to sound.
Yang Tianci's already ugly expression changed with the length of the recording, alternating between blue and purple, becoming uglier and uglier. When the recording ended, veins popped out on his neck and forehead: "You recorded this?"
Jiang Chen smiled, put his phone in his pocket, squatted down and said, "So, what's the matter with you coming here, Mr. Yang?"
"You despicable villain." Yang Tianci spat, "I've known for a long time that you are two-faced. I didn't expect you to be so scheming at such a young age. You dared to record me talking to your mother."
Facing this four-character evaluation, Jiang Chen blinked in surprise, then laughed, accepting this evaluation that had never appeared on him in three consecutive lives. He nodded and said, "I always treat people the way they treat me."
Yang Tianci choked and his face turned purple.
Yang Shengmao huddled back and dared not say a word. Yang Tianci supported himself with his hands and finally sat up. He saw Jiang Chen take a step forward. He subconsciously shrank back, protecting his stomach and looking at him warily.
"Three minutes." Jiang Chen said calmly, "Leave immediately."
Yang Tianci's eyes were filled with anger. After rolling his eyes, he suppressed his anger and said hatefully, "Let's go if I want to. Just wait." He got up, pulled Yang Shengmao aside, and pulled him out as he gasped.
"etc."
Yang Tianci paused, the pain in his swollen stomach made the muscles in his back tense. With fear that he was unwilling to admit, he waited for Jiang Chen's next move.
Before this, he had never thought that Jiang Chen would dare to treat him like this.
In Yang Tianci's memory, Jiang Chen didn't like to talk every time he went to the Yang family before high school, but even if he was unhappy, he would just turn around and leave, and even say hello before leaving for politeness. This always made him proud, but also made him feel that this nephew was extremely hypocritical. Later, when the Jiang family got into trouble, Jiang Chen was ruthless to them, but he just talked a lot, but he also understood, after all, good students are only good at talking.
Yang Tianci once thought that this was Jiang Chen's limit, but today he realized that he was so arrogant. Or rather, this was his true face. He had only been hiding this side of him before, pretending in front of everyone. So, he was not wrong. His nephew had always been very scheming and kept a low profile.
Jiang Chen didn’t know what Yang Tianci was thinking of him. After stopping Yang Shengmao’s struggle, he quickly fixed his dislocated hand.
His hand suddenly moved freely. Yang Shengmao was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed immediately. Twelve or thirteen years old is the time to learn to save face. But thinking of his father being knocked down by Jiang Chen and his own dislocated hand, he slowly put down his raised fist and pointed at Jiang Chen with resentment, "I will tell grandma! I will let her scold you and beat you! And your crippled father, I will--"
Jiang Chen smiled slightly, squeezed the hand he had just taken, and said gently and harmlessly amidst his abruptly stopped voice and the tears that had accumulated in an instant: "I hope you will learn to be polite."
"You--" Yang Shengmao looked at his wrist which was out of control again, horrified.
"First, apologize for your previous words in a polite tone, and then ask me to help you take your hand."
Yang Shengmao's face turned pale, and Yang Tianci gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Chen, no matter what happens between your mother and me, Shengmao is still your brother. Do you still have any conscience?"
Jiang Chen asked back: "No matter what happens between me and Yang Shengmao, my mother is still your sister. Do you have any conscience towards her?"
Yang Tianci's face was blue and purple, and his voice was almost squeezed out through his back teeth: "It is not your turn to meddle in the affairs of adults, and it is not your turn to educate your brother. Don't you look at what kind of person you are? Beating up elders, bullying cousins, insidious and cunning, who is as scheming and cruel as you at the age of seventeen? You are qualified to teach Sheng Mao a lesson?"
With a bang, Yang Tianci leaned against the railing with a hunched back, his face as pale as a sheet. Jiang Chen moved, and Yang Tianci reflexively shrank back. Seeing the fear that instantly appeared in his eyes, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered what Huo Bo once said to him: Some people cannot be reasoned with, so let them know that the hard fist is the truth.
He didn't understand it at first, but after more experience, he realized that this sentence is actually the truth and it applies at any time and in any situation.
Perhaps frightened by his father's miserable state, Yang Shengmao's move to sneak attack came to an abrupt halt. Before Jiang Chen turned around, he took several steps back, leaned his back against the wall and said intermittently: "I was wrong, I'm sorry, brother, please help me, help me...reconnect my hand."
Jiang Chen nodded and quickly took his hand. Under Yang Shengmao's horrified gaze, he took a step back and said calmly, "I'm not your brother. Also, remember the lesson today and speak properly in the future."
Yang Shengmao was stunned, looking at Jiang Chen's expressionless face, and nodded unconsciously.
Yang Tianci hissed in anger, glared at Jiang Chen fiercely, and said, "Just wait."
Yang Tianci and Yang Maosheng hurried downstairs. Before they were about to disappear from sight, Jiang Chen said in a voice that they could hear, "If I knew that you had met my mother without my knowledge, I would let you know how much trouble it would be if I tried my best to cause trouble for someone."
Yang Tianci paused, his eyes filled with gloom. Thinking of the previous phone call, he sneered in his heart and did not answer. Only after he walked out of the corridor did he turn around and look at the window on the fifth floor. His gloomy and resentful expression shone coldly in the summer sun.
Yang Shengmao accidentally saw it, covered his hands and shrank back: "Dad?"
Yang Tianci withdrew his gaze coldly: "Let's go."
Upstairs, Jiang Chen watched the two people walking away, turned back to the entrance, picked up a recorder from the gap in the shoe cabinet, and removed the battery with a flick of his finger. He thought He Qianjian would have some new tricks, but it turned out to be no different from the first life. In addition to surveillance, Yang Tianci would make a scene from time to time. However, this was probably all He Qianjian could do at this stage.
Jiang Chen took out his cell phone and made a call: "Change the previous conditions and raise the amount on the IOU to 50%. Let the Yang family, especially Yang Tianci, escape from Yan City on their own."
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