"Upbringing? What's that? Everyone in Beicheng knows I'm my father's illegitimate son, and nobody cares about me." Cui Wenzheng looked at Jiang Tingzhou. "What, you want to take charge of me?"
Jiang Tingzhou didn't waste any words with him and twisted his arm even harder.
Cui Wenzheng winced in pain, yelling, "Damn it, let go of me! Let go or I'll beat you to death!"
Without saying a word, Jiang Tingzhou grabbed Cui Wenzheng's arm and twisted it to the left, while bending his other elbow and pressing it against Cui's back. With a forceful movement, a dull thud came from the joint.
By the time Cui Wenzheng realized what had happened, his arm was already dislocated.
"What the hell are you doing? What the hell happened to my arm?"
When Cui Wenzheng saw that his arm was broken, he was so frightened that he could barely speak.
Jiang Tingzhou looked at him calmly and said, "I suggest you take your arm and go to the hospital right now, otherwise you'll be crippled for life."
Cui Wenzheng didn't care about anything else and ran outside in fright.
An Yunya stood by the wall and only came over after seeing Cui Wenzheng run away. She said to Jiang Tingzhou, "Thank you, President Jiang."
With one hand in his pocket, Jiang Tingzhou said, "My father and President An have a good relationship. This is my way of doing something for President An on behalf of my father. This is just this once. After this generation, the relationship between the An family and the Jiang family will no longer need to be maintained. If Miss An does anything to my wife again in the future, I will not let it go so easily."
After saying this, Jiang Tingzhou turned and left.
An Yunya hid her hands behind her back, watching the man's back, her eyes barely able to conceal the emotions in them.
She has probably been away from China for too long and has somewhat forgotten what kind of person Jiang Tingzhou is.
However, the man's every move had been on her mind.
She felt a deep sense of security just by him standing there.
An Yunya clenched her right hand tightly around the five fingers of her left hand, her lips bitten until they turned white.
As Jiang Tingzhou walked out of the funeral hall, Su Ziyu quickly came up to him. "Brother, did you just beat up Cui Wenzheng inside? He was cursing and saying your name when he came out."
“He was harassing An Yunya inside. I went over and taught him a lesson. After all, respect for the dead is paramount. Doing this at President An's funeral is just inconsiderate.”
Ultimately, Jiang Tingzhou felt that once a person is dead, they no longer care about anything from their previous life, which is why he helped An Yunya.
Su Ziyu crossed his arms and said with a grin, "Look at you, you're just meddling in other people's business. An Yunya is already engaged, what business is it of yours?"
"Yeah?"
Jiang Tingzhou didn't care about An Yunya's affairs.
I just felt that this was a bit sudden.
With President An just gone, it's hard to say what someone's motives would be if they wanted to marry her at this time.
However, these are all choices, and Jiang Tingzhou doesn't want to interfere.
An Yunya isn't stupid; she'll make her own judgments.
“Didn’t you see the ring on her left middle finger? Although wearing a ring doesn’t necessarily mean engagement, it was a couple’s ring. I took a look when I went over, and she covered it with her hand after she noticed it.” Su Ziyu looked in the direction of the funeral hall. “What does that mean? It means she’s engaged, and she feels that her fiancé is not presentable.”
"Alright, I'll help her this time. She should behave herself from now on. I don't need to know anything about her anymore."
Jiang Tingzhou had already made his point clear: he believed that as long as An Yunya had a conscience, she would not harm Xu Wan and Xu Pingrong again.
Su Ziyu shook his head repeatedly, "That's not necessarily true. What if you played the hero and made her fall head over heels in love with you?"
Jiang Tingzhou walked towards the car, too lazy to pay him any attention.
Su Ziyu followed along excitedly and asked, "Brother, who do you think An Yunya's fiancé is? Why wasn't there any word about it before?"
"I don't care."
Jiang Tingzhou clearly stated his position.
As the two walked toward the car, an acquaintance came from the opposite direction.
The man was wearing a black suit and had a smiling face, but at this moment his expression was serious.
Su Ziyu glanced at him, and before Jiang Tingzhou could speak, he raised his hand to greet him: "Uncle Jiang."
The person who came was Jiang De'an.
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