Although Jiang Han was only around 1.78 meters tall and nearly half a head shorter than Gu Han, and he was not as sturdy as Gu Han either, there was still an imposing air about him that made it impossible to ignore him.
The ruthlessness in his bones was something a young master like Gu Han could never match.
Perhaps it was just as the saying went: those with nothing to lose did not fear those with something to lose; the ruthless feared the reckless, and the reckless feared those who did not care about dying.
Someone like Jiang Han, who had struggled on the edge of life and death since childhood and had to fight for every bite of food himself, was absolutely not someone an arrogant young master like Gu Han could suppress.
People like him were not even afraid of death, and they had almost no faith to speak of. Unless they truly submitted, no one could hope to keep them under control.
Gu Han was rather surprised after hearing Jiang Han's words.
He studied him closely for a moment. As if he had confirmed something, his tone was no longer as aggressive as before.
"Jiang Han, I genuinely like her. Put your hand over your heart and tell me—over these past three years, have I done too little for her?
"Have I ever done anything bad to her?"
Jiang Han gave him a cold glance, his fingers rubbing the hilt of the knife at his waist. "It's useless for you to like her. She has to like you."
Gu Han was left choking on his words.
"What if the man she likes doesn't like her? Would you still make her marry him?"
"Heh."
Jiang Han let out a cold laugh. "I'll make him obediently like her."