Humiliation at Their Doorstep

Wan Qingyun heard her younger sister Wan Xiaoxiao's voice from the small courtyard entrance and turned her wheelchair toward the door.

She had walked this path countless times—she knew it well.

As she reached the courtyard, the arguing grew fiercer.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Doing? Do you know how much trouble she's brought the Wan Family?"

"Get lost!"

"Ow..."

Wan Qingyun heard Wan Xiaoxiao fall to the ground and quickly wheeled herself out, her voice tinged with anger:

"Stop!"

In the courtyard stood a woman draped in gold and jewels, her face the very picture of sharp-tongued malice:

"Oh, thought you didn't dare come out."

"Sis!" Wan Xiaoxiao saw her sister appear and hurried over behind Wan Qingyun. "Why did you come out..."

Wan Qingyun patted Wan Xiaoxiao's hand. "It's fine."

Then she turned toward the direction of her Second Uncle. "Second Uncle, what brings you here?"

"What brings me? Because of your crippled legs and blind eyes, the Jiang Family wants to break off the engagement!"

"Do you have any idea what that does to the Wan Family?"

Wan Feng stepped forward, his face dark and grim.

His words held not a shred of family affection—only selfishness and self-interest.

"Exactly! Your brother's about to take over a Fortune 500 company, and right at this critical moment the Jiang Family calls off the marriage... Tell me! Did you little slut scheme behind our backs?"

Li Rong, Wan Qingyun's Second Aunt, spewed filth without restraint, every word dripping with venom.

"Shut up, you old hag! You're the slut!" Wan Xiaoxiao, standing beside Wan Qingyun, erupted in fury at Li Rong's insults.

"Ha, think I'm not talking about you? Lazing around all day, playing everywhere, always at the bottom of your class—you're a disgrace to the Wan Family! Is that how your mother raised you?"

Then Li Rong covered her mouth in mock surprise.

"Oh, I forgot—you two don't have a mother anymore."

"You!"

Wan Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red, a towering rage surging in her chest.

She took two steps forward, only to feel her hand gripped tightly by Wan Qingyun.

Though her sister held her back, the slight trembling of her slender hand betrayed her own fury.

But more than anger, she feared her sister would get hurt.

"Given the situation, we have to make amends. We can't let the Jiang Family break the engagement." Wan Feng stared coldly at the two sisters.

"Can't you stand on your own without the Jiang Family?" Wan Qingyun took a deep breath, forcing down her emotions.

"You dare say that? If you'd crawled into Young Master Jiang's bed sooner, the Wan Family would be glorious by now!"

"Crippled in body, crippled in mind too? Can't you use that vixen face of yours to properly please Young Master Jiang?"

"Ha, maybe Young Master Jiang likes the exotic—maybe he's into your type?"

Li Rong's vicious, naked words stabbed into Wan Qingyun's heart like steel needles.

"Li Rong! Say one more word, and I'll tear your mouth off!"

Wan Xiaoxiao trembled with rage beside her, each of Li Rong's sentences trampling Wan Qingyun's dignity into the dirt.

Every word cut to the bone.

"I'll handle this myself. The Wan Family won't suffer."

Wan Qingyun's hands shook as she folded them on her lap, hiding the storm within.

"Handle it? My dear niece, by the time you're done, the Wan Family will already be in ruins."

"Can you bear that responsibility?"

Wan Feng sneered, every syllable dripping with contempt for Wan Qingyun.

"Then what does Second Uncle suggest?"

Wan Qingyun clenched her fists, her chest rising and falling slightly.

"You and your sister—both of you go serve Young Master Jiang."

Wan Feng looked coldly at Wan Qingyun and Wan Xiaoxiao, as if the two sisters were nothing but goods in his eyes.

Commodities to trade for money and power.

"Wan Feng! How dare you!"

For the first time, the usually calm and restrained Wan Qingyun lost control, nearly shouting at him.

Years ago, the Wan Family—specifically Wan Qingyun's branch—was at its peak.

But because of a certain object, forces from all sides struck together, and overnight, the Wan Family was wiped out.

All of Wan Qingyun and Wan Xiaoxiao's relatives died in a single night.

Only Wan Feng's branch, far from Jiang City, escaped the disaster.

That family later came to Jiang City and took over what little remained of the Wan Family's assets.

Even so, it far exceeded what they once had.

After that night, the two sisters clung to each other, growing up side by side.

In Wan Qingyun's heart, Wan Xiaoxiao was the person she treasured most—no one else was allowed to touch her.

"I'm not discussing this with you. I'm informing you."

Wan Feng's face was expressionless as he waved his hand.

Behind him, a line of suited bodyguards filed in and seized Wan Qingyun and Wan Xiaoxiao.

"What are you doing! Let me go! Let go of my sister!"

"Sis!"

Wan Xiaoxiao struggled with all her might.

"Xiaoxiao! Are you okay? Xiaoxiao!"

Wan Qingyun was already frail, and now, with burly men gripping her wrists, she couldn't struggle at all.

"You! Mmph..."

"Xiaoxiao! Mmph..."

Both sisters were gagged.

At that moment, a tidal wave of despair drowned Wan Qingyun's heart. She knew they were about to become playthings for others.

Why? Why!

I just wanted to live out the rest of my life quietly with my little sister... Why are you doing this to me?

Paralyzed, blind... Damn you, heaven, what other suffering will you heap on me!

I hate this...

I, hate this!

No one noticed the faint wisps of black energy brushing over Wan Qingyun's body...

Elsewhere.

Jiang Junyi was trying on clothes, wanting to pick a satisfactory outfit to go see Wan Qingyun.

Even if Wan Qingyun couldn't see, he couldn't just show up sloppily.

It wasn't about whether she could see—it was about his attitude.

"Tch, red is too flashy, white is a bit pretentious..." Jiang Junyi frowned at himself in the mirror, holding a suit.

"Young Master, I think a gray overcoat with a vintage hunting vest might be a good choice." Uncle Wu bowed slightly beside him, offering his opinion.

Jiang Junyi's eyes lit up. "Not bad. Uncle Wu has good taste."

"Young Master flatters me."

He immediately changed into the outfit. His tall, straight figure paired with the gray overcoat gave off a sharp, mature charm.

It complemented Jiang Junyi's naturally heroic, imposing features perfectly.

Uncle Wu handed him a pair of black leather gloves.

Jiang Junyi looked at himself in the mirror, left and right.

His face was full of satisfaction.

There's a bit of a villainous vibe to this, isn't there?

Just then, Uncle Wu's phone rang. He answered, and as he listened, his expression shifted, finally settling into a cold grimness.

"Alright. I understand."

Hanging up, Uncle Wu spoke. "Young Master, Wan Feng of the Wan Family is making trouble for the Young Madam. The situation... is very bad."

Jiang Junyi's hand, smoothing his clothes, paused slightly. He turned to look at Uncle Wu. "Wan Feng?"

His coat snapped taut.

"Let's go."

"Yes."