Chapter Twenty-Six: The Su Family Has a New Grandson-in-Law

Everyone turned their heads to see Jiang Mochen entering through the main gate. His gaze was piercing as he strode directly to the crowd. “Who said the Su family has no one?”

His tall frame stood before the three members of the Su family, like a majestic and powerful lion, exuding an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The members of the Wang family instantly fell silent.

Wang Luo unconsciously took a step back. He glanced at Su Wan, then turned to Jiang Mochen. “This is between our Wang family and their Su family. What right do you have to meddle in our business?”

Jiang Mochen was momentarily at a loss for words, but the old master stepped forward. “He’s my granddaughter’s husband. That makes him part of the Su family. Tell me, does he have the right?”

The entire room was stunned by these words.

No one was more shocked than Su Wan and Jiang Mochen.

Su Wan looked at her grandfather in disbelief. To have Jiang Mochen stand up for the Su family, he actually claimed that Jiang Mochen was the family’s son-in-law.

The village was always rife with gossip; wasn’t he afraid this would get out of hand?

But more than that, Su Wan was worried that Jiang Mochen would be angered by the Su family’s actions.

She looked at Jiang Mochen in anxious fear, expecting him to immediately refute the claim.

But to her astonishment, Jiang Mochen only paused for a moment and then lifted his head to look at the Wang family.

“Weren’t you about to get violent just now?”

He clenched his fist, as large as a sandbag, until his knuckles cracked, the muscles in his arm bulging with the motion.

All present saw his sleeve strained by his powerful muscles.

Jiang Mochen glared fiercely at the people before him, like a leopard waiting for the right moment to pounce.

At the sight, Wang Luo’s uncle hurriedly retreated, muttering some excuse about urgent matters at home, and quickly made his escape.

Wang Luo’s mother jumped out, shrieking, “Well, Su Wan, you little tramp! After all the trust I placed in you, you actually hooked up with this opera singer! No wonder you wanted to break off the engagement with my Wang Luo!”

At these words, Wang Luo’s face turned green.

Wan Jun was one thing, but Su Wan—how dare she get involved with someone else?

He fixed Su Wan with an accusatory look, demanding an explanation.

But Su Wan only gave a contemptuous smile, not even sparing him a glance.

Seeing everyone’s eyes fall upon her, Su Wan quickly lowered her head in feigned shyness and slipped behind her grandfather.

Now was not the time to speak, lest the system cause her more trouble.

She was just an ignorant, unworldly woman.

Wang Luo snorted, “Fine, Su Wan, you’re something else. Just don’t ever come looking for me again.”

Every time he said those words, Su Wan would always lower her head and admit her fault immediately; surely this time would be no exception.

He held his head high, waiting for her reply.

But after waiting a good while, no one said a word. Impatient, Wang Luo looked over to Su Wan, wanting to see her reaction.

But all he found was the old master, fierce as a tiger—Su Wan had vanished.

“Who are you? Some leader? Manager? What makes you think you’re anyone important?” the old master asked disdainfully, looking at him as a tiger would at a clawing kitten.

The little cat was silenced, his bravado gone, but he still tried to hold his head up high.

The old master pressed on, “What’s wrong? Did that city girl dump you?”

The little cat, now stepped on the tail, cried out in pain, “None of your business!”

The old master smiled calmly. “Looks like I guessed right.”

“We don’t want what others have thrown away.”

At these words, the little cat dared not bare his claws again; he only hung his head, all his bluster gone.

Seeing her son insulted, Cui Juan leapt out. “So what if our Wang family can’t compare to those from the city, does that mean we’re worse than your broken-down lot?”

“Don’t think I don’t know—you’re so poor you can’t even put food on the table, and you’ve started foraging wild herbs on the mountains.”

At this, the old master suddenly recalled how Su Chen had come home covered in mud that day—could he really have been gathering wild herbs?

He turned a questioning gaze on Su Chen. “What’s going on?”

Su Chen, about to sneak away on tiptoe, was startled stiff by the sudden question. He lowered his head guiltily. “I—I just wanted to eat some wild greens.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to catch loaches?” the old master asked.

Su Chen dared not meet his grandfather’s gaze. “I couldn’t catch any loaches, so I thought I’d dig up some wild vegetables instead.”

Afraid his grandfather would see through his lie, he quickly made his escape after speaking.

The old master snorted, making a mental note of this, and turned once more to confront the Wang family.

“So what? I simply look down on your family, and your son as well.”

“In the past, we had no choice. Now, with young Jiang as my grandson-in-law, your son is out of the running!”

The words nearly made the Wang family cough up blood in rage.

Strange—hadn’t Aunt Wang said the Su family was so poor they couldn’t afford food, living off wild herbs every day?

She even claimed the three of them fought over a single meal.

Since Aunt Wang lived next door, they’d assumed she’d seen it all firsthand, so they hurried over, hoping to throw their weight around.

But judging from what the old master and Su Chen had said, it seemed Su Chen had just gone digging for wild herbs out of boredom once.

Furious, Cui Juan spat in disgust. “Damn that old witch! All she does is eat for free, take things from others, and spread lies everywhere she goes!”

She was seething with anger and shame, wishing she could crawl into a hole.

Damn it—if it weren’t for canceling that IOU, they wouldn’t have come at all!

Now they couldn’t leave, nor could they stay—standing there felt like sitting on pins and needles, not knowing what to do.

The old master watched their ridiculous predicament from the balcony, not in any hurry to see them out, but simply enjoying the spectacle.

Finally, it was Wang Luo’s father who could stand it no more; turning around, he grabbed his wife and son and left.

As soon as the Wang family was gone, the old master immediately came forward and patted Jiang Mochen’s arm. “Good lad, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you—you’re a fine, upstanding man.”

“Come, let’s go inside and talk about your marriage to my Su Wan.”

Jiang Mochen was silent, led into the main hall by the old master.

“I like you, boy, so I’ll scrape together the money to buy you and Su Wan a home in the city. As long as you two come visit me during the holidays, I’ll be content.”

But Jiang Mochen shook his head.

The old master grew anxious. “Is there another girl you’re fond of?”

Jiang Mochen’s expression was serious. “No, but we can’t just abandon you and Su Chen.”

The words nearly moved the old master to tears of joy.

He smiled and nodded. “Good lad, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you. You’re a good child.”

At the doorway, Su Chen, eavesdropping, was so shocked by Jiang Mochen’s words that his jaw dropped.

He hadn’t expected Jiang Mochen to actually take a liking to his lazy, gluttonous sister.

And he was so decent—he turned down the offer of a house and said he couldn’t leave him and his grandfather behind.

Could it be that he’d really misjudged Jiang Mochen?

Su Chen shook his head to himself. No, this Jiang Mochen was dangerous.

Although he was more upright and reliable than Wang Luo, if he ever turned against them, he’d definitely be harder to deal with than Wang Luo.