Jiang Siyu looked away. "It's none of your business. Your wife keeps saying that brother Sichen is a bastard of unknown origin. I think your family is a bastard of unknown origin. Don't think that you can take advantage of me just because you are related by blood."
Song Yutang raised his leg and kicked him on the knee, knocking him to the ground and looking down at him. "I'll ask you one last time, what do you want money for? If you don't know, just go to the ancestral hall and think about it. When you figure it out, you can come out again."
Jiang Siyu was kicked to the ground by her. He took a few breaths in embarrassment. After hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Both my uncle and my eldest brother have been sentenced to death... They are my relatives. I can't just watch them die. Give me the money, and even if I lose everything, I will find a way to rescue them."
"..."
"..."
There was silence.
Everyone looked at each other.
Even the well-informed Song Yutang and Jiang Muyan couldn't help but look at each other.
A question popped up in my mind at the same time--
Is this guy out of his mind?
Jiang Boyan stared at the dog with his mouth open, and was the first to come to his senses. "Your parents might as well have a dog for raising you. You said that you are obviously a wolf, and you insist on sticking your body to the dog... I really want Bang Bang to punch you twice, but I am afraid that you will be pleased."
Jiang Siyu ignored him at all, struggled to get up from the ground, stared at Jiang Dingkun stubbornly, and repeated, "Give me your property."
Jiang Dingkun opened his mouth, wanting to curse something, but before the words came out, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he leaned back and fell straight down.
"Grandpa..."
"Dad..."
Everyone gathered around him.
Li Xiulan hurriedly went to pinch the person, and Jiang Guoqiang hurriedly called the housekeeper Doctor Fang.
Jiang Siyu took advantage of the chaos and took two steps back, turned around and wanted to escape.
But as soon as he took a step, Song Yutang grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground.
Without looking back, she raised her chin toward the door and said, "Take her to the ancestral hall."
Two bodyguards stepped forward in response, one on the left and one on the right holding Jiang Siyu.
Jiang Siyu struggled desperately and cursed, "Song Yutang Why do you lock me up? Who do you think you are? Why do you want to be my master? Who do you think Jiang Muyan does? Why do you want to become Jiang Group's successor..."
Song Yutang picked up the napkin on the table and stuffed it neatly into his mouth, blocking the second half of his words.
"Uh huh..." Jiang Siyu whimpered with his eyes wide open, and was picked up and dragged out by the bodyguards.
The restaurant became quiet, except for the noise of Jiang Dingkun being surrounded by people trying to rescue him.
Song Yutang turned around and was about to go over to help, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing across the dining table.
Jiang Shiqing I don't know when I touched a fruit knife in my hand. I was holding the handle tightly and slashed my left wrist hard.
The moment the blade cut into the flesh, blood surged out. Her whole body shook like a fallen leaf in the wind, and tears fell on the table. She cried so hard that her whole body trembled, "I'm sorry... it's all my fault... if I hadn't wanted to celebrate my birthday... my parents wouldn't have died... it's all my fault..."
Song Yutang's pupils shrank suddenly, and without any time to think, he rushed over and grabbed the knife with his hands.
The blade of the knife grazed across her palm, and blood droplets appeared instantly and flowed down between her fingers.
She ignored the pain and pressed Jiang Shiqing's shoulder with her other hand.
"Ah..." But Jiang Shiqing exploded like a punctured air bag. He let go of the knife with a scream and slammed into the wall next to him.
Song Yutang, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the back of her head, formed a knife with his other hand, and slashed cleanly at the side of her neck.
Jiang Shiqing's body softened, his eyes rolled, and he fainted in Song Yutang's arms.
Jiang Muyan ran over in a few steps and grabbed Song Yutang's hand.
The wound in the palm of his hand was so deep that the flesh was visible, and blood was pouring out. The bright red patch stung his eyes.
His throat tightened. "Are you crazy? Are you going to take the knife with your hand?"
Song Yutang shook his head, but his tone was calmer than him. "It's okay, just a skin injury."
Fortunately, the family doctor came quickly after hearing the news. Some gave first aid to Jiang Dingkun and Jiang Shiqing and sent them to the medical room, while others stayed to bandage her wounds.
Originally, everyone didn't care about Jiang Dingkun's condition at all. They were all worried about Song Yutang's hand injury and Jiang Shiqing's condition.
But Song Yutang winked wildly at Jiang Guoqiang and his wife, so the family of three had no choice but to follow.
No matter how ignorant the old man is, he still has a lot of assets in his hands.
He doesn't have many days left, so it's better to let him go more comfortably, and the inheritance of the property will be smoother.
Soon only Mr. and Mrs. Song Yutang and two doctors were left.
Jiang Muyan watched the doctor bandage the wound from the side, frowning all the way. When the gauze was wrapped in the last circle, he finally couldn't help but whispered, "I'm sorry... I haven't had two days of peace and quiet, but you have to do such a terrible thing again."
Song Yutang looked down at his wrapped palm and moved his fingers nonchalantly. "It's okay, just a skin injury. Shiqing, on the other hand, looks really ill. And Jiang Siyu, there's something wrong with her brain."
Jiang Muyan took her uninjured hand and squeezed it gently. "It's okay. As long as it's a disease, it can be cured."
Song Yutang nodded. "Both of their situations are not right. We need to immediately arrange for someone to find out what they have experienced outside in the past few years, so that we can prescribe the right medicine."
Jiang Muyan's eyes moved slightly. "Thank you. Siyu is such a bastard, but you are still willing to help him."
Song Yutang sighed softly and leaned back in the chair. His tone was a bit tired but not resentful. "In the final analysis, it was all grandpa's fault. Jiang Siyu is young and has been abroad for so many years. The concept of family affection is already weak. If something happens in the middle, someone will take advantage of it. He would be deceived like this. Let's save him first, but with his obsessed appearance, there is really nothing we can do to save him. But Shiqing... What a pity. Such a quiet girl has become like this. The top priority is to find a way to cure her disease."
Jiang Muyan nodded, gently held her hand, put his warm palm on the back of her hand, and said in a low and soft voice, "Thank you for your hard work."
Song Yutang raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, with a sly light in his eyebrows. "This is the responsibility of the matron of the house, it is not hard. But as the head of the family, shouldn't you thank me properly?"
Jiang Muyan nodded seriously, with a smile in his eyes, "How do you want me to thank you?"
Song Yutang leaned back in the chair, tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips, and joked casually, "You have a lot of real estate and shops in your name, right? In our Jing Dynasty, if a husband wants to thank his wife for settling down the inner courtyard and managing the family business for him, he usually has to give away his property. Land, shops, and money are only thanked if they are actually in his hands."
She just said it as a joke, but she didn't take it seriously after saying it. She picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Jiang Muyan admitted the truth, pondered for a moment, and suddenly took out his mobile phone and tapped the screen a few times with his fingers.
In less than a minute, he raised his eyes and said in a calm but determined tone, "Those three storefronts in the city center will be transferred to your name tomorrow."
Song Yutang almost choked out a sip of tea, put down the cup and stared at him. "I was joking."
Jiang Muyan shook his head and looked too serious to be joking. "I know you are joking. But I am serious."
He handed the phone over to her and saw that the application information for property transfer had been edited on the screen, and her name was clearly written on it as the recipient.
Song Yutang was stunned for a moment and looked up at him.
Jiang Muyan put down the phone and held her uninjured hand. "Sweet words are worthless, so I won't say a few words. The real estate should be quite valuable, as long as you like it."
He always remembered the messy thoughts Song Yutang had when he first married him.
Knowing that her original purpose was for glory and wealth.
I know more clearly how much she suffered and how much she suffered during those years of the Jing Dynasty.
Naturally, we also understand that Song Yutang's greed for money is not really greedy.
It's just that I have suffered too much, and I want to have all the money in my hands to feel at ease.
Because I have never relied on anyone in my previous life, I can only hold on to these things that make me safe and sound.
Song Yutang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
After a while, she suddenly burst out laughing, but her eyes began to turn red. "Jiang Muyan, you are really..."
Jiang Muyan smiled and approached her, "What is it really?"
Song Yutang said softly, "It's really...Jiang Muyan, you are really a very good person, very good, very good..."
Jiang Muyan laughed again and lowered his voice, "Although I am a very good person, I cannot be taken advantage of. In the final analysis, what happened to Shiqing and Siyu was caused by the old man."
Song Yutang vaguely understood what he meant. "You mean..."
Jiang Muyan raised his eyebrows. "Hmm..."
Song Yutang suddenly realized it and reached a consensus with him instantly. "I understand..."