Chapter 78: Return To The Old Manor! He Didn’t Die, Right?

The Yan family manor.

Even though Old Master Yan deliberately moved the birthday banquet up a day early, the old manor was still, according to Yan Liang’s instructions, draped everywhere with white mourning silk.

Especially at the front gate of the old manor it was a stark white sight, with wreaths deliberately placed around the silk as well.

As everyone knew, Old Master Yan was still living at the old manor, the white silk hung everywhere made the distinguished guests and elder clan members he had specially invited to the banquet all feel as if they were attending Old Master Yan’s funeral.

Old Master Yan sat in the hall, his face extremely pale.

At this moment an IV line hung from his wrist, and he sat in a wheelchair with a sullen expression.

Against the white silk hung above the plaque reading “upright and noble spirit” on the hall ceiling, which actually made it look even more like a funeral.

“Outrageous! I’m not dead yet, and Yan Liang is already so eager to force me to my grave?”

“On the surface it’s to mourn Yue, but it’s obvious that she’s doing this intentionally to intimidate me!”

“I’m her blood grandfather — her survival, her coming back to the Yan family alive… didn’t all that rely on my arrangements for her?“

“Yan Liang has completely fallen under that pretty boy’s spell. Now that they’re coming to the old manor, we must kill that wild man who bewitched my granddaughter…”

Old Master Yan’s expression turned icy. After all, he had once been the head of the Yan financial conglomerate.

Even though he was now aged and in a wheelchair, his presence was still enough to overpower others.

“By the way, I heard Yan Zuo was also taught a lesson by that pretty boy recently?”

“Another good-for-nothing!!”

When Old Master Yan mentioned Yan Zuo, a bit more vitality returned to his face.

Although his words reproached him, the gloom in his eyes at this moment had lessened considerably.

“Old Master, Young Master Yan Zuo is still young, only seventeen. His words and actions are rash, it’s true, but precisely because of that… the Young Mistress didn’t strike him.”

“That might not be a bad thing.”

The butler pushing Old Master Yan’s wheelchair, named Xiao Zong, had followed him for over fifty years and was an inseparable confidant.

“Old Master Yan!!”

At that moment, someone ran into the hall in a flurry.

The banquet hadn’t started yet and not many guests had arrived.

The person bursting into the hall was exactly the one Old Master Yan had sent to fetch the two young masters of the family.

“What is it? Can’t you see Old Master Yan needs rest?”

“Speak.”

Butler Xiao gestured for him to speak.

“Bad news. A few days ago, Third Young Master offended Young Mistress’ new husband at Liangyue Manor and was punished by the Young Mistress. I heard he was bled all night and his arm is almost ruined—he was only pulled back from the brink at the hospital.”

“I’m afraid from now on he won’t be able to lift anything heavy…”

“When I went to fetch the Third Young Master, he was still in the ICU. This banquet… I’m afraid he can’t come…“

The messenger’s calves trembled—he had just been made aware of the Young Mistress’s cruelty and violence yet again.

He was nearly traumatized.

Butler Xiao nearly stopped breathing. He had just finished saying the Young Mistress probably wouldn’t hurt Third Young Master Yan Zuo.

Now… he was slapped in the face by reality.

A chill ran down his spine. Thinking that in a moment the Young Mistress would arrive with her new husband, he couldn’t help feeling afraid.

Bang!

Old Master Yan reached out and overturned an antique vase, his face fierce and venomous. “Yan Liang, you’ve grown increasingly cold and heartless!”

“For the sake of an outsider, she doesn’t even care about her own brother’s life… what else could she care about?”

Old Master Yan’s anger overwhelmed him.

Butler Xiao was so scared he quickly put a respirator to Old Master Yan’s mouth for him to take a few deep breaths, and only then did he recover.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Qin Jiang and Yan Liang had finished preparing their things. A low-key black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove straight into the old manor.

The old manor was in a typical Suzhou-Hangzhou courtyard style, with pavilions and towers, shifting scenes with every step—very elegant and refined.

Of course, as the old manor of the city’s top financial clan.

The paving stones were white jade, the carvings on the pavilions exquisitely fine, made of sandalwood.

Not only the buildings, but even the roadside greenery was made up of rare and expensive plants.

It was the height of ostentatious wealth.

But those in the know could see the noble quality beneath the old manor’s restraint.

Qin Jiang had specially changed into a suit today. Although only a sophomore, his figure was tall and well-proportioned.

Coupled with his height and looks, wearing the custom suit Yan Liang had designed for him raised his aura by several levels.

A suit on most people might give off a salesman or waiter vibe, but Qin Jiang’s temperament fit the suit perfectly.

Wearing formal attire for the first time, he carried an additional air of a refined young master.

Today Yan Liang wore a black qipao. The gilded peony embroidery was far from gaudy, instead lending her an aloof, commanding elegance.

The qipao traced her womanly curves to perfection.

Through the qipao’s slit, her jade-like legs in stockings were breathtaking.

Paired with red-soled high heels, it gave off a unique charm.

In short… she exuded full-on wife energy.

This aura likely came from the way he had been taking care of her recently.

Thinking this, Qin Jiang couldn’t help feeling a bit proud.

“Jiang, I’ve never brought you to the old manor.”

“There are many monsters and demons in here, and today it’s even more a mixed crowd—you just stay behind me, I’ll protect you.”

Yan Liang lowered her eyes and spoke earnestly.

To her, Jiang’s willingness to accompany her back to the old manor was a sign of recognition and acceptance of her.

Moreover, wives in other families would also bring their husbands to meet their relatives.

Only then could a relationship be considered relatively complete.

As for the Yan family… Yan Liang had very few relatives left. Bringing Qin Jiang to meet the few elders she had wasn’t about getting her family to accept him.

It was to notify them.

That from now on, the Yan clan would have one more master!

A new master!!

Her position, and all the reputation, wealth, and power she had gained—she was willing to share them with one person.

Whether others agreed or not, Yan Liang’s decision was an order, a fait accompli!

With that thought, Yan Liang sent a glance at Zhou Ning.

Zhou Ning secretly nodded to the Young Mistress.

The Young Mistress’s weapon! He had already instructed someone to bring it.

This banquet was destined not to be peaceful!

Zhou Ning stepped out, opened the car doors for his two masters, and respectfully bowed his head. “Young Mistress, Mr. Qin… we have arrived!”

Qin Jiang stepped out under the gazes of the passing celebrities. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs and his aura was in many ways more handsome than numerous entertainment stars.

“Gosh… who is that person?”

“He actually got out of the Young Mistress’s car?”

“Could that be the legendary ‘new favorite’ of the Young Mistress?”

“Tsk tsk, he’s indeed somewhat good-looking.”

“No wonder they say he even tamed that monstrous Young Mistress!“

“My goodness, he looks pretty young—probably not even graduated from university. So this is the Young Mistress’s type… No wonder my 27 year old pilot cousin risked his life trying to seduce the Young Mistress to get ahead.”

“In the end he was simply thrown straight into Taihu Lake…“

“Oh, but your cousin didn’t die, right?”

“ERM…well, I’m fairly sentimental… I always burn him a few extra joss papers each year…”

The crowd fell silent.

That’s right! If you want to stay alive, it’s better to shut up!!