“Yiwei, don’t speak in anger or act willfully. Given your circumstances, marrying into the Huo family is the best choice for you,” Jiang Wentao earnestly advised.
“Are you incapable of understanding human speech? I’ve already said my marriage is none of your business. Are you and my sister getting engaged today or not?” Su Yiwei replied impatiently.
“Yiwei, I only have your best interests at heart. In matters of marriage, one should follow the parents’ orders and the matchmaker’s words,” Jiang Wentao insisted stubbornly.
“What a joke! Who was it just now who said we’re in a new era, where free love is the trend and outdated marriage contracts don’t matter?” Su Yiwei sneered.
In her previous life, she had thought Jiang Wentao was a refined gentleman, dignified and elegant among the children of cadres in their compound.
He never said anything in public that made others uncomfortable, and it was precisely because of his gentlemanly conduct that she had accepted him.
How had he become so shameless after her rebirth?
Or had he always been this shameless, and she simply hadn’t noticed?
“Brother Wentao, if you’re worried about my sister, I can marry into the Huo family in her place. Please don’t make her angry!” Su Yirou said pitifully, shaking Jiang Wentao’s arm.
“Sister, can’t you understand human speech either? Which eye of yours sees me angry?” Su Yiwei struggled to suppress her impatience.
“That’s the right attitude, sister. If you’re angry, take it out on me. Just don’t blame Brother Wentao. This is all my fault,” Su Yirou said softly and weakly.
Su Yiwei watched coldly as Su Yirou shed tears like pear blossoms. Look at me, I’m so pitiful!
Yet I don’t blame my sister at all. Instead, I’m understanding and take all the blame upon myself…
Su Yiwei remained silent, quietly observing Su Yirou’s performance. In her past life, she had been too naive to see through her schemes.
She had been foolish enough not to notice their illicit affair, especially since Su Yirou had already been married into the Huo family for three years.
They had been at odds for thirty-five years, all because of Su Yirou’s tea-style speech. She had argued countless times with her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law.
Over so many days and nights, she had shed countless tears and swallowed endless bitterness.
Thinking of her past life, Su Yiwei felt an overwhelming surge of hatred—toward Jiang Wentao and toward Su Yirou.
Seeing the hatred in Su Yiwei’s eyes, Jiang Wentao felt an inexplicable pang of pain. But the national law explicitly stipulated the implementation of monogamy.
He couldn’t promise her anything now. He could only steel his heart and let her marry into the Huo family, because he wouldn’t feel at ease if she married anyone else.
He looked at Su Yiwei reproachfully. “Yiwei, know your limits and stop being so sarcastic! Stay home obediently and wait for the Huo family to come and finalize the engagement.”
Su Yiwei laughed in anger. She hadn’t said a word just now, so why should she know her limits?
But she didn’t speak again. Her gaze toward Jiang Wentao was as deep and unfathomable as thick ink spilled on rice paper, impossible to dissolve.
She didn’t want to argue with them either, because she couldn’t let that wretched green tea bitch and that damned liar realize she had also been reborn. After all, she stood no chance against the two of them.
Her heart was in turmoil, filled with both relief and worry. She could only pretend to be the heartbroken little woman wounded by that damned liar.
“Yiwei, since Wentao likes your sister and you don’t object, your father will take charge now and have them go to the civil affairs bureau to register their marriage today. Is that alright?” Father Su tentatively asked.
“Whatever Father decides is fine,” Su Yiwei replied softly. She held no hatred for her biological father. In both her past life and this one, he had at least never directly harmed her.
“Uncle Su, you must make Yiwei agree to marry into the Huo family. Only when she and Huo Jingsheng get their marriage certificate will I get mine with Rourou.” Jiang Wentao’s voice was urgent.
Su Yiwei: “…”
She wanted to refuse to marry, but she was afraid the deceitful man would realize she was reborn, so she lowered her head, feigning a heartbroken, speechless demeanor.
Su Yirou: “…”
She wanted to ask Jiang Wentao why he cared so much about Su Yiwei, but she didn’t want to break character, so she could only hide her jealousy behind tears.
Both sets of parents: “…”
Their thoughts varied, but none knew what to say.
The downpour came without warning, streaks of lightning seemingly intent on splitting the sky in two, casting a blinding light.
Amidst the torrential rain, the atmosphere in the Su family living room was equally heavy.
For the first time, Father Jiang looked directly at Su Yiwei. The girl sat there with her head lowered, quiet and pitiful.
Before, he had only thought she was exceptionally beautiful, even more striking than Su Yirou, who was known for her delicate and gentle appearance.
She had a lush, captivating beauty mixed with a fragile, pitiable charm—truly eye-catching.
He had only heard from his wife and daughter that she was an illiterate village girl who hadn’t finished middle school, short-sighted and unsophisticated.
Back then, he thought she would be easy to control and, being Su Qingshan’s biological daughter, he had forcefully pressured his son to marry her instead.
Now, upon closer inspection, he realized this girl was not only different from what his wife and daughter had described, but she was also not easy to manipulate.
Nor was she as pitiful as she appeared on the surface. She had a sharp mind, always able to skillfully counter his son’s arguments, leaving him speechless.
It was only now that he understood—his son had feelings for this girl. No wonder he had been so obedient before; his son couldn’t bear to let go of either of them!
But there was no such good fortune in the world. As the saying goes, you can’t have your cake and eat it too.
With this thought, Father Jiang cleared his throat and looked seriously into his son’s eyes. “Wentao, are you sure you want to marry Su Yirou?”
“Dad, Rourou and I have been childhood sweethearts for over a decade. I’m certain I love her and want to marry her.” Jiang Wentao blurted out without hesitation.
“If you’re so determined to marry Su Yirou, why aren’t you willing to get the marriage certificate with her today?” Father Jiang frowned.
“I… I’m not unwilling. I’m just worried about Yiwei. If she doesn’t agree to marry into the Huo family, my conscience won’t rest.” Jiang Wentao stammered.
Inwardly, he applauded his own cleverness. After all, he was no longer a reckless twenty-five-year-old—he was now a domineering CEO worth hundreds of billions.
“Little sister, it’s not just Brother Wentao who’s worried about you. I’m also very concerned. If you don’t agree to marry Huo Jingsheng, my conscience won’t rest either.”
Su Yirou gently persuaded, though inwardly she was seething with anger, almost breathless with rage.
Could it be that Jiang Wentao also had memories from their past life?
Otherwise, why would he be so concerned about this country bumpkin, Su Yiwei?
Did he think the Jiang family’s future wealth depended on this bumpkin’s connections and abilities?
Those were her father and two brothers’ connections!
Even without Su Yiwei, Jiang Wentao could still reach the pinnacle of life with his own abilities and the connections of her father and brothers.
No, impossible. There could only be one chosen one—and that was her!
It must be the butterfly effect caused by her rebirth!
Just as Su Yirou was comforting herself, Su Yiwei’s clear voice rang out: “If I never agree in my lifetime, does that mean you’ll never get your marriage certificates?”
Jiang Wentao: “…”
Alas! He had nearly forgotten—she was utterly devoted to him, how could she ever be willing to marry someone else!
Yet Su Yirou grew anxious. She hadn’t expected that this dull, rustic fellow would be so bold.
“Sister, the Huo family is truly a fine match. I beg you, please agree to marry Huo Jingsheng!”