290: Chapter 279: Forced Marriage 290: Chapter 279: Forced Marriage “Shut up,” Song Yun said, squinting his eyes.
“You tell me to shut up, but I won’t.
I’m telling you, this adulterous couple, do you really think you can mess with the Xiao Family?
And you, Xiao Qing, it’s just that you have a nice figure.
If it weren’t for those breasts, who would want you?”
“How can you talk like that?” Li Shishi couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up to speak.
“This is our family business; it doesn’t concern you outsiders.”
“Fine, fine, fine, I won’t interfere.
But get out of my house,” Li Shishi demanded, frowning.
“Don’t think that just because you have some power in that broken place, Yu Hang, you can do whatever you want here.
I’m telling you, in Sunan City, I can detain anyone here and no one dares to object.”
Li Shishi was finally angered by this crazy woman.
Although Li Shishi was only a company CEO, she had plenty of resources in the political arena.
Not to mention that Old Master Li was almost the mentor of the entire officialdom in Sunan.
There weren’t many in Sunan City who could withstand the force of the Li Family.
“You…
you woman, how can you be so barbaric?” The man stood up and said, not believing that a woman could have such influence in Sunan.
“Song Yun, I don’t want to see them anymore,” Li Shishi said, frowning.
“Okay, there are two ways we can avoid seeing them.
The first is to kick them out, the second is to throw them into the sea.
Choose one so I can handle it,” Song Yun said, his lips curling into a charming smile.
“Would you two like to choose?”
“I don’t believe you’d dare to do it under the bright sun,” the woman yelled defiantly.
“Throw them out,” instructed Li Shishi.
“Alright.” Song Yun was about to grab the woman when suddenly the man beside him reached out and slapped Song Yun.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The man’s hand didn’t hit Song Yun’s face, but his own wrist was painfully burning.
“What do I think I’m doing?” Song Yun scoffed back, swiftly slapping the man’s face in return.
The man spun around and crashed heavily to the floor, his teeth broken upon impact.
“Oh my God, this could kill me,” the woman wailed, lying on the man.
Perhaps feeling that her cries weren’t enough to express her feelings, she got up and lunged at Song Yun with her long nails aimed at his face.
Dammit, if this crazy woman really scratches me, my face will be ruined, Song Yun thought, squinting as he grabbed her hand.
“Xiaoqing, you tell me, how should we deal with these two?”
“Just get them out,” Xiao Qing said, managing a resigned smile.
Song Yun casually pushed the woman to the floor, not particularly interested in dealing with these two any further.
He walked outside and clapped his hands twice; nearby patrolling disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect ran over.
“Brother Song, is there anything you need help with?”
“Get those two people out of the house for me.
I don’t want to see them near the courtyard anymore,” Song Yun said indifferently.
“Alright, leave it to us, brothers.” The man waved his hand, and more than ten people emerged from hidden corners, all respectfully bowing to Song Yun before entering the house.
Soon, the courtyard echoed with screams like those of a pig being slaughtered.
Jiang Jiangqin was nearly exploding with rage.
Originally from a wealthy family in Nanjing, she had two brothers and was always pampered and spoiled at home, which made her selfish and self-centered.
But who would have thought that after marrying into the Xiao Family, she would constantly be reprimanded by Old Master Xiao for being ignorant of the rules?
Having no choice since she had married into the Xiao Family, she began learning the Xiao family rules.
She realized that the rules didn’t seem to apply to one particular woman, Xiao Qing.
Every time Xiao Qing made a mistake, Old Master Xiao would step in and exempt her from any blame.
With herself, things remained as they were with no leniency.
This discrepancy deeply bothered Jiangqin, as did the fact that every time she tried to please the old man earnestly and cleverly, he was still cold and indifferent toward her, whereas he seemed very happy whenever Xiao Qing was quietly by his side.
She really didn’t understand what charm Xiao Qing had that made the entire family indulge her.
She was just a bit prettier, more demure, and considering Martial Arts, one of the best among the younger generation.
Besides these, Jiangqin found no other shining qualities in her.
It was actually Jiangqin’s plan to have Xiao Qing marry into the Su Family.
Firstly, she could get rid of the ‘Holy Daughter’ Xiao Qing, out of sight and out of mind.
Secondly, the Xiao Family’s financial strength was dwindling; without new capital, bankruptcy was looming, and Jiangqin dreaded the thought of doing menial work.
The plan had been all set, tailored to Xiao Qing’s temperament which normally wouldn’t resist much, maybe just complaining a bit.
But Jiangqin was wrong.
Xiao Qing changed her usual compliance, stubbornly opposed the marriage, and even after a fire incident, decisively found her way to Sunan City to establish roots, making it hard to bring her back.
The marriage to Su Qin, the eldest young master of the Su Family, was already promised and accepted with ceremonial gifts.
Just as Xiao Qing was about to marry into their family, an unexpected twist arose.
When Old Master Xiao learned of it, he not only slapped Xiao Qing’s father but also furiously remarked, “Have you all grown so bold?” However, it was too late; the arrangement had been set in motion.
If Xiao Qing didn’t marry, the Xiao Family’s dignity would face challenges from emerging families.
Therefore, Jiangqin, along with her husband, came to Sunan City to persuade Xiao Qing.
After meeting her, Jiangqin realized that the “little bitch” Xiao Qing had lovers in Sunan City, no wonder she didn’t want to return.
Before Jiangqin could mock her with a few cold words, Xiao Qing’s lover dared to hit her husband, injuring him severely; his left cheek was still swollen.
Just as she was about to stand up and say something in her defense, several men who looked like thugs walked in and forcefully carried her and her husband out.
What were they planning to do?
Did they really intend to kill her?
“Throw them out,” Song Yun ordered, waving his hand with a disgusted expression.
“My car.
My car,” Jiangqin yelled loudly.
“I’ll have someone send it out later,” Song Yun replied before turning and going back into the house.