Inside the second-floor study.
Premium sinking-water nanmu incense burned in the purple-bronze censer, wisps of blue smoke curling and drifting through the air.
Jiang Che pushed open the door and swaggered in, dropping into the large rosewood armchair.
Thinking of the seventeen or eighteen resentful, murderous gazes from the downstairs hall just now...
Even as a scheming, shameless villain with no bottom line, he could not help but break out in a cold sweat.
Jiang Che steadied himself and looked up at the old man behind the desk.
"Grandfather, it's so late at night."
"Instead of going back to your room to rest, you called me alone to the study. Do you have some instructions for me?"
He raised a brow, his eyes full of curiosity and probing.
Behind the desk.
Jiang Jianguo still wore that composed, unruffled expression, carrying an air of authority without anger.
The eighty-six-year-old pillar of the Jiang Family calmly picked up the purple clay teapot from the desk.
His wrist tilted slightly.
A clear amber stream of tea poured from the spout, landing flawlessly in the white porcelain teacup.
The fragrance of tea spread through the room, instantly overwhelming the sandalwood scent.
Jiang Jianguo lifted the teacup and took a small sip.
Only after savoring the warm, lingering sweetness spreading across his tongue did he raise his eyelids and give his grandson a faint glance.
"What could I possibly want by calling you up here?"
"I merely saw how uneasy you looked downstairs, as if you were sitting on pins and needles, and kindly brought you up here to get some air."
"Dealing with a group of girls with different thoughts, wasn't it exhausting?"
"No matter which side you speak up for now, you'll only bring trouble upon yourself."
"The best way to handle it