Zhang Yu Unleashes His Ultimate Move

Zhang Heng spoke: "Eldest Brother, I know you can't bear to part with Sister Jiang, but you can't be so selfish as to waste her entire life."

"Rest assured, after the engagement is called off, I promise to take good care of Sister Jiang and never let her suffer the slightest grievance."

To provoke Zhang Heng, he even took the initiative to hold Jiang Luohan's hand.

Jiang Luohan hesitated for a moment, but surprisingly did not struggle or pull her hand back—the meaning was already quite clear.

Qin Xuehua felt the two standing together made a perfect match, far more suitable than with Zhang Yu, that "monster."

She seized the opportunity to chime in:

"Yu'er, your younger brother is right. Luohan is a good child; she can't really waste her whole life for you.

Since your fate with Luohan has run its course, and Heng'er has sincere feelings for Luohan, I think... after some time, when the dust settles, we'll dissolve your engagement with Luohan and let Luohan and Heng'er be betrothed. That would be a wonderful thing.

Though you're in prison, surely you'd be willing to see Luohan find a good home and Heng'er get his wish."

She spoke lightly, as if arranging some trivial matter, completely ignoring Zhang Yu's feelings as the party involved and Jiang Luohan's "former fiancé."

In her eyes, Zhang Yu was already a waste; "helping" his younger brother and "former fiancée" was the last bit of "value" he could offer.

Inside and outside the cell, silence fell instantly.

Zhang Yu's gaze slowly swept over the tightly clasped hands outside the cell door, over Jiang Luohan's shyly lowered face, over Zhang Heng's eyes that feigned concern but gleamed with triumph, and finally settled on Qin Xuehua's face, so full of entitlement.

He felt no anger, no collapse, not even a trace of sorrow or jealousy.

What appeared on his face was an extremely strange expression—as if he had seen something utterly absurd, so ridiculous it was laughable.

And then, he really did laugh.

Not a cold laugh, not a mocking sneer, but a helpless chuckle, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Haha... hahaha..." The laughter started low, then gradually grew louder, echoing through the gloomy cell, filled with undisguised mockery and delight.

Zhang Heng felt a chill run down his spine at the laughter, forcing himself to stay calm: "Eldest Brother, you... what are you laughing at? I know you're upset, but..."

"Upset?"

Zhang Yu stopped laughing, wiped the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eye, his gaze full of ridicule.

"Why would I be upset? I couldn't be happier!"

He took two steps forward, close to the cell bars, and looked back and forth between Zhang Heng and Jiang Luohan with keen interest, as if admiring a pair of actors putting on a show.

"Zhang Heng, my good little brother. You really are my good little brother."

Zhang Yu's tone was light, as if praising him.

"Your big brother just took the blame and went to jail for you, and you can't wait to come collect my 'inheritance'?

Even taking over a 'possession' like a fiancée so naturally, so smoothly.

What, is it that things your big brother has used smell especially good to you?"

"You!"

Zhang Heng's face instantly flushed red, shocked and furious.

Jiang Luohan jerked her head up, staring at Zhang Yu with shame and anger, trembling all over.

But Zhang Yu ignored them and turned to Qin Xuehua, his smile growing even brighter:

"And you, Mother, your arrangements are truly thoughtful, truly considerate.

Just after sending me into this Heavenly Prison, you're already busy cuckolding me—and with my own little brother, no less?

You really are... keeping the good stuff in the family.

Should I write a thank-you letter from this prison, thanking you, Elder, for being so 'considerate' of me, for 'arranging' everything so neatly?"

With every word he spoke, Qin Xuehua's face grew uglier, until it was a livid mask, and her finger shook as she pointed at Zhang Yu: "Monster, you... what nonsense are you spouting?"

"I don't know what's good for me?"

Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Right, I really don't know what's good for you.

I don't know how you call betraying family, kicking someone when they're down, and looting a burning house 'good,' or how you call fawning on the powerful, despising the poor, and jumping ship 'bad.'

Your kind of 'good and bad'—I really can't stomach it."

He stopped looking at the speechless, fuming Qin Xuehua and turned his gaze back to the "new couple," his tone becoming lazy and casual:

"Alright, stop the act.

I know exactly what you're thinking.

One of you has been coveting your elder brother's fiancée for a long time, and the other has long wanted to climb a higher branch, disgusted with her useless fiancé.

Now it's perfect—a waste thrown in jail, a genius with a bright future. Made for each other, jackal matched with tiger, a perfect pair!"

"Zhang Yu, shut up!"

Jiang Luohan finally couldn't help but shriek, tears welling up in her eyes, whether from anger or shame.

Zhang Heng also gritted his teeth: "Eldest Brother, how can you slander Luohan and me like this? We were only—"

"Just what?

Mutual affection?

A meeting of hearts?

Or adulterers?"

Zhang Yu sneered:

"Save it. Keep those words for the outsiders who don't know the truth.

To me, you're nothing but a pair of dogs and bitches who couldn't wait to hook up while I was down!"

These words were unbearably harsh, completely tearing apart any pretense of civility.

Zhang Heng and Jiang Luohan's faces turned deathly pale. They trembled with rage, yet for a moment, they couldn't find words to retort.

Zhang Yu's words "dogs and bitches" struck like thunder, draining all color from Zhang Heng and Jiang Luohan's faces, and also sending Qin Xuehua and the others shaking with fury.