Jiang Chiyan's face darkened.
That kissing photo had been edited.
But it was true that he and Xiao Cheng were involved.
If the photo got out...
He wasn't afraid for himself.
But Xiao Cheng was in the entertainment industry and might come under attack from his enemies.
At that thought, a gloomy air settled over Jiang Chiyan.
He lounged on the sofa in the villa.
The way he drank coffee with his legs crossed,
he looked like a boneless cat.
Beside Jiang Chiyan, a woman's authoritative, languid voice rang out.
"Chiyan, you don't look well. What's wrong?"
Jiang Chiyan gulped down two mouthfuls of coffee and narrowed his eyes. "Sis, it's nothing. Someone came looking for a death wish."
Jiang Chiyan's eldest sister,
was a renowned, iron-fisted diplomat.
Jiang Zhuo.
"Can't handle it?" Jiang Zhuo set down the foreign-language documents in her hands and peeled an orange for him.
Jiang Chiyan accepted the orange segments and shook his head, looking quite troubled.
"My hands are itching to kill her, but I'm afraid of dirtying them."
Since meeting Xiao Cheng.
He hadn't stained his hands with blood for a long time.
That was why these people thought,
he was a gentleman.
Jiang Zhuo remained unsmiling. "You gave up being the Jiang Family's heir to become a lawyer, refused to bow to the family no matter how much you suffered, and even abandoned the name Jiang Yuan. Jiang Chiyan, you certainly have backbone."
The Jiang Family was a top-tier family of wealth and power.
Of the younger generation, Jiang Chiyan was the smartest.
He had once been Jiang Yuan.
When little Jiang Yuan was eleven, he could already discuss the international situation with his father.
Jiang Zhuo pressed her brow.
Not one of her four younger brothers gave her peace of mind.
The second worked in economics, the third in investment, the fourth drew comics, and the fifth worked in law. Not one of them went into politics.
Jiang Chiyan said nothing.
After a while, he smiled. "Sis, with the Jiang Family in your hands, we have nothing to worry about."
Jiang Zhuo asked, "May I ask why you went off to become a lawyer?"
"At first, it was because of my beliefs. Later, it was because... I couldn't bear seeing other lawyers fleece Xiao Cheng for so much in legal fees. I felt sorry for him."
Jiang Chiyan peeled an apple and gave Jiang Zhuo half, remarking, "Some people just have the kind of lot in life that makes you feel sorry for them."
After finishing the apple, Jiang Chiyan took out his phone.
He couldn't spill blood.
But he could make Song Qiao squirm.
After six years as a lawyer, Jiang Chiyan had far too much explosive dirt that couldn't bear the light of day.
With just a casual browse...
A video of Song Qiao entering a certain fifty-year-old director's room.
Records of Song Qiao selling gifts from fans on Idle Fish.
An intimate photo of Song Qiao with a certain powerful financier in the entertainment industry.
But...
When he got a clear look at that intimate photo, Jiang Chiyan abruptly froze.
Song Qiao was sitting on a man's lap.
Wasn't that man... his third brother, Jiang Shun?
Jiang Chiyan called Jiang Shun.
"Third Brother, you really aren't picky, are you?"
Jiang Chiyan said without the slightest hint of sarcasm.
On the other end of the call, Jiang Shun waved a hand, and the woman beside him in bed obediently got up, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and went to the bathroom.
Jiang Shun lit a cigarette. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Chiyan asked, "Song Qiao. Have you slept with her?"
Jiang Shun thought for a long time.
He had pursued too many women. The name sounded quite familiar.
But he couldn't remember who she was.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Jiang Shun casually blew a smoke ring.
Jiang Chiyan gritted his teeth. "She messed with my girlfriend."
"Just kill her. Whatever you like," Jiang Shun said.
Jiang Chiyan asked, "She was a woman you were intimate with, after all. Are you really that much of a scumbag?"
Jiang Shun said nothing.
He stroked the wedding ring on his ring finger.
No matter how much of a scumbag he was, no matter how recklessly he behaved, that woman would no longer concern herself with him.
Because she was lying in a grave.
A flash of profound pain crossed Jiang Shun's eyes.
Yet his tone remained light and casual.
"Of course. Your third brother is a scumbag. I only get my dick involved, never my heart."
After hanging up.
Jiang Chiyan erased every trace of Jiang Shun and Song Qiao's romantic history.
He left no trace at all.
Then he had Su Jing check the IP address.
The alternate account that had threatened him belonged to Song Qiao herself.
Once that was confirmed, Jiang Chiyan smiled.
His fingertips tapped rapidly across his phone screen.
He sent Song Qiao's alternate account dozens of incriminating photos of her, along with incriminating recordings and all kinds of explicit videos.
The woman in every video was Song Qiao.
The men in the videos were all different, at least a dozen of them.
Song Qiao nearly fell apart when she saw the private messages on Weibo.
She replied instantly.
"How do you know about all this?"
"What exactly do you want?"
Jiang Chiyan replied with just a few words: "Stay away from Xiao Cheng."
Song Qiao: "I can agree to that, but you have to delete every video and photo you have."
Jiang Chiyan countered, "Do you have any leverage to negotiate with me?"
Song Qiao replied, "Do you want Xiao Cheng to leave the entertainment industry?"
Jiang Chiyan remained unruffled.
"If he and I go public, I can take him abroad to register our marriage."
"Miss Song."
"You can try going head-to-head with me... and see who dies."
Jiang Chiyan was expressionless.
As he pressed send, he was like an assassin sighting his prey through a scope, his entire body radiating murderous intent.
He was playing psychological warfare.
He was gambling.
Gambling that Song Qiao, who coveted wealth and status, wouldn't dare go head-to-head with him.
Sure enough, Song Qiao backed down.
She didn't dare reply to Jiang Chiyan again.
Song Qiao's face was sinister and contorted.
Jiang Chiyan,
I won't let you off even if I become a ghost.
If I can't have a good life, you and Xiao Cheng won't have one either.
Song Qiao made a call.
She knew a top-level big shot.
One who could make Jiang Chiyan kneel and apologize to her.
"Master Shun..." When the call connected, Song Qiao's voice was full of seductive sweetness.
On the other end, Jiang Shun frowned. "Who are you?"
Song Qiao's expression stiffened. "I... I'm Song Qiao, Master Shun... We dated for a while."
Jiang Shun scoffed.
A few nights of sex, trading money for pleasure, counted as dating?
He swirled his wineglass. "Oh, you. Need something?"
If Jiang Chiyan hadn't mentioned her, he really wouldn't have remembered such a person existed.
Song Qiao was delighted. "Master Shun, for your birthday banquet next week... I've prepared a gift for you."
Jiang Shun's voice betrayed neither pleasure nor displeasure. "Sure. I'll have my assistant pick you up."
Song Qiao's lips curved into a smug smile.
As long as she won Jiang Shun over.
Wouldn't dealing with Jiang Chiyan take no more than a flick of Master Shun's finger?
But Song Qiao hadn't expected this.
A few days later, at Jiang Shun's birthday banquet, she actually saw...
Jiang Chiyan and Xiao Cheng.
Arriving together.