8 – Kill mе, оr kill уоur grаndfаthеr
Jiang Songrаn nаrrоwеd his еyes slightly аnd snеered сoldly, “Shеng Сhuуаng, рlаying dеаd оnсe reаlly got to yоur hеad, huh? Yоu dаrе sреak tо mе in thаt tone.”
Shеng Сhuyаng stared at Jiаng Songrаn, searching thrоugh the оriginal hоst’s mеmories оf him in her mind.
The соnсlusiоn she reасhеd: thе original hоst was а simp.
Thе original hоst liked Jiang Sоngran, but Jiang Songrаn dеsрised hеr.
Jiаng Songran oftеn moсkеd and ridiculеd the originаl host, еvеn flаunting flashу, cheаp womеn in frоnt оf her.
What Sheng Chuyang couldn’t undеrstаnd was that the originаl hоst had endured it аll.
Nоt only did she endure it, but she also treated Jiang Songran like royalty.
What happened to the promised arrogance, willfulness, and tendency to hit people or smash things when unhappy?
Seeing Sheng Chuyang remain silent for so long, Jiang Songran thought she regretted using that tone earlier.
“Sheng Chuyang, as long as you take the initiative to tell Grandpa to break off the engagement with me, I can forgive you and allow you to stay by my side.”
Listen to that condescending, patronizing tone.
Only someone with a few screws loose could say something like that.
“Why would I allow a coward to stay by my side?”
Jiang Songran’s face darkened. “Who the hell are you calling a coward?”
“You, Jiang Songran.” Sheng Chuyang felt somewhat sorry for the original host. She could tell that the original host had genuinely liked Jiang Songran.
“You don’t dare defy your grandfather, yet you order me to go tell him to break off the engagement. If you’re not a coward, then who is?”
Jiang Songran, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bristled instantly. “Who says I don’t dare defy my grandfather? Would it even work if I did?”
Sheng Chuyang remained calm. “Of course ineffective defiance doesn’t work.”
“What do you mean?” Jiang Songran was inexplicably intimidated by Sheng Chuyang’s unusual composure.
Sheng Chuyang said, “There are two most effective ways to break off the engagement.”
Jiang Songran put his hands on his hips. “What are they?”
Sheng Chuyang suggested very seriously, “Kill me, or kill your grandfather.”
Jiang Songran was so shocked that his hands slipped from his hips. “Are you joking?”
“You’re not worthy of me joking with you.” Only those with a very close relationship could joke like that.
“You…” Jiang Songran noticed that Sheng Chuyang’s expression showed no trace of joking, and his face changed dramatically.
He then burst out cursing, “Sheng Chuyang, have you lost your damn mind?”
“Meow—”
A cat’s cry abruptly rang out.
A plump, round white cat strutted proudly between the two of them, both majestic and beautiful.
Sheng Chuyang blinked and tentatively called out, “Pang Qiu?”
The previously majestic white cat immediately turned timid, curling into a ball on the spot, tucking its little tail, and looking up at Sheng Chuyang with a weak cry, “Meow… woo—”
This timid demeanor confirmed it was undoubtedly Pang Qiu.
It was hard to imagine that an owner like Bo Chenjing would raise such a timid cat.
Jiang Songran didn’t like furry little creatures and jumped back, asking harshly, “Is this your cat?”
Perhaps sensing Jiang Songran’s unfriendliness, Pang Qiu turned its head and let out a fierce cry at him, “Meow roar!”
Jiang Songran felt completely unsettled.
This cat was submissive in front of Sheng Chuyang but aggressive toward him.
Was it so two-faced that it had become a spirit?
“It’s my cat.”
A calm, unhurried male voice came from behind.
Sheng Chuyang turned around and saw Bo Chenjing dressed in formal attire.The shirt buttons were meticulously fastened to the very top, the tie tied in the most formal Windsor knot, his expression indifferent, exuding an ascetic sense of detachment and restraint.
Jiang Songran, who had just been speaking harshly moments before, now wilted like Pang Qiu did when seeing Sheng Chuyang.
Like a primary school student encountering the head teacher, he stood obediently at attention: “Sixth Master!”
Even in submission, Sheng Chuyang felt Pang Qiu was cuter.
She crouched down and stroked Pang Qiu’s cat head, feeling its soft, silky fur.
It felt wonderful.
Pang Qiu even affectionately rubbed against her palm.
Sheng Chuyang couldn’t help but smile.
So cute…
She wanted to take it back to the City of Eternal Night.
Seeing Sheng Chuyang still petting the cat as if no one else was around, Jiang Songran glared at her: “Sheng Chuyang!”
He signaled her to quickly greet Bo Chenjing.
After all, Sheng Chuyang’s current identity was still his fiancée.
Bo Chenjing acted as if he hadn’t seen Jiang Songran’s meaningful glance toward Sheng Chuyang, casually correcting him: “By seniority, you should call me Great-Uncle.”
The late matriarch of the Jiang family had the surname Bo and was a distant relative of the Bo family.
If one insisted on making connections, there was indeed some familial relation.
Old Master Jiang was a man of dignity and naturally wouldn’t stoop to shamelessly claiming kinship with Bo Chenjing.
Jiang Songran had met Bo Chenjing a few times before and had always called him “Sixth Master,” without Bo Chenjing ever correcting him.
What was going on today?
Bo Chenjing continued to stare at Jiang Songran, his expression and gaze both indifferent yet overwhelmingly imposing.
Jiang Songran steeled himself and addressed the man only a few years older than himself: “Great-Uncle.”
Bo Chenjing immediately responded: “Hmm.”
Jiang Songran: “…” He couldn’t shake the feeling that Bo Chenjing was deliberately targeting him.
Bo Chenjing looked at Sheng Chuyang, who was still petting the cat: “I need to handle some matters. Please look after Pang Qiu for me.”
Song Wu was out on business, and he had driven himself here today. Pang Qiu had somehow jumped into the car and followed him. The banquet hall was crowded, and he had matters to attend to, so he couldn’t keep an eye on Pang Qiu.
Sheng Chuyang didn’t even look up: “Oh.”
Her attitude could be described as quite cold.
Bo Chenjing didn’t mind Sheng Chuyang’s attitude. Having received a response, he turned and left.
Jiang Songran had never seen anyone act so arrogantly in front of Bo Chenjing.
Sheng Chuyang stood up holding Pang Qiu and saw Jiang Songran looking at her with an expression as if she were some rare object.
“Kill me or kill your grandfather, have you decided?” Sheng Chuyang stroked Pang Qiu’s fur, her tone light and casual as if making small talk.
Jiang Songran forced out a sentence: “I think you’re truly insane!”
He couldn’t handle a madwoman, so he’d just leave, alright!
Sheng Chuyang also carried Pang Qiu into the banquet hall.
Pang Qiu lay quietly in Sheng Chuyang’s arms, its eyes darting around curiously.
In the eyes of high society, the Sheng family was merely a minor household.
As soon as Jiang Songran came of age, Old Master Jiang had suddenly arranged his engagement to Sheng Chuyang.
Because of this, the Sheng family’s status had risen sharply.
As soon as she entered, everyone’s eyes gathered on her, murmuring among themselves.
“Why does the second daughter of the Sheng family look so eerie?”
“I attended the funeral yesterday. You have no idea—she suddenly sat up from the coffin…”
“She really came back to life. It’s too bizarre.”
“Didn’t Sixth Master say it was a doctor’s misdiagnosis?”
“But just looking at her gives me the creeps…”
Sheng Chuyang walked straight through the crowd without glancing sideways and approached Old Master Jiang.”Chuyang is here.” Old Master Jiang’s tone sounded quite cordial, but having spent a lifetime navigating the business world, the shrewd cunning in his bones could not be concealed.
He looked at the cat in Sheng Chuyang’s arms: “Why did you bring a cat along?”
Sheng Chuyang: “Bo Chenjing’s cat.”