Jiang Ziyu didn't say a word and immediately stepped forward to grab Jiang Feifei's wrist.
Unaware of what was happening behind him, Jiang Wenbin was engaged in a polite conversation with someone. It was only when he was reminded that he realized his two daughters were arguing.
When Jiang Ziyu accompanied Di Mingjue into the room that evening, he had seen it. However, since returning from abroad, Jiang Ziyu had become exceptionally fearsome.
He was counting on Jiang Feifei to catch a wealthy businessman tonight to help the Jiang Corporation out of its predicament. He hoped this argument wouldn't interfere with his plans.
Walking anxiously to the front of the crowd, he saw Jiang Feifei standing before Jiang Ziyu, frail and seemingly unable to lift a chicken. Jiang Wenbin, startled, wanted to step forward but dared not.
"There are cameras everywhere here. Are you sure you want to push the slander onto me?" Jiang Ziyu whispered into Jiang Feifei's ear.
Her expression carried a hint of familiarity, but what others saw as gentleness was, to Jiang Feifei, more terrifying than a demon.
Lacking the courage to provoke further, she lowered her head like a sun-scorched eggplant, not daring to glance at Jiang Ziyu. xxs壹贰
With many eyes watching, and knowing she was now afraid, Jiang Ziyu decided not to escalate the situation. Her lips moved, and she commanded, "Apologize to me!"
"How could that be possible?" Jiang Feifei blurted out.
As soon as she said it, she saw Jiang Ziyu's unfathomable gaze, and her heart began to pound restlessly.
After six years apart, she had been reborn, no longer the meek Jiang Ziyu who was easily bullied.
While Jiang Feifei was still dazed, Jiang Wenbin, waiting behind, could no longer bear it.
"Ziyu, why are you here?" he asked, walking over with a look of paternal affection.
Did he not know she would be here?
Facing this so-called father, Jiang Ziyu didn't even bother to feign the politeness she would show a stranger.
Jiang Wenbin's smile froze on his face. Feeling the ridicule from behind, he looked at Jiang Feifei with embarrassment. "Feifei."
Jiang Feifei understood Jiang Wenbin's intention, but she couldn't break free from Jiang Ziyu's grip.
"Ziyu," a clear voice sounded from behind Jiang Wenbin.
Shen Lin, supporting Di Mingjue, approached Jiang Ziyu.
Following her scent, Di Mingjue accurately placed his arm around Jiang Ziyu's shoulder.
The sudden touch and the envious glances from others caused Jiang Ziyu a moment of panic.
"Didn't I tell you not to run around? What are you doing here?" Di Mingjue asked.
Seeing how concerned Di Mingjue was about Jiang Ziyu, Jiang Wenbin felt regret and vexation.
He should have been more decisive when Jiang Feifei was unwilling to marry into the Di family to avert disaster. That way, he wouldn't have to worry about securing sponsorship from the Di family.
However, Jiang Ziyu was still a member of the Jiang family. Could she really stand by and watch the Jiang Corporation go bankrupt?
With ripples of thought in his mind, Jiang Wenbin solicitously stepped forward. "Mr. Di, I thought that since you just woke up, I hadn't visited yet."
"Who are you?" Di Mingjue asked.
Compared to Jiang Ziyu's indifference, Di Mingjue's words made Jiang Wenbin even more awkward.
The people around them chattered, mocking Jiang Wenbin.
His old face flushed red. For the sake of profit, Jiang Wenbin shamelessly explained, "I am Ziyu's father."
He didn't dare to add the word "father-in-law."
"Oh," Di Mingjue responded indifferently, looking down at Jiang Ziyu. "Were you bullied?"
When he arrived, Shen Lin had told Di Mingjue about Jiang Ziyu's stained evening gown.
His undisguised concern shocked everyone present, including Jiang Ziyu.
Had he taken the wrong medicine?
He had spoken harshly to her before coming here, and now his attitude had turned a full 180 degrees, astonishing her.
Receiving no response, Di Mingjue tightened his grip on Jiang Ziyu's shoulder.
"Mr. Di is joking. Ziyu is Feifei's older sister. Feifei respects her too much to bully her," Jiang Wenbin said with a smile, playing along.
Respect?
Di Mingjue questioned coldly, "Is that so? Then why did I hear her slandering my wife?"
Jiang Feifei felt a sense of killing intent and nervously hid behind Jiang Wenbin.
"How could that be? You must have misheard, Mr. Di," Jiang Wenbin said, pulling Jiang Feifei forward. "Feifei, please explain to Mr. Di what exactly happened!"