Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Lord Zhong looked unwell, and Lord Jiang looked even worse.

The moment the two faced off, an undisguised tension immediately filled the air.

Lord Zhong was even angrier. The Jiang family was clearly in the wrong, but they were pretending to be wronged. Was this an attempt to strike first and gain the upper hand?

He will not let the Chiang family succeed.

He laughed in anger, and reluctantly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Lord Jiang came before, wanting to talk about Miss Jiang's matter, but Lord Jiang remained silent for a long time without saying a word. Now the matter can no longer be kept secret, and he has come to explain in detail."

Young Master Zhong said, "But what I said before and what I say now are probably different. The Zhong family is also a prestigious family. As the wedding date approaches, we cannot swallow our grievances in vain."

Lord Jiang sat in the armchair, his face cold and dark, not at all like someone facing their in-laws, and seemed to have no intention of bargaining.

His gaze fell on Young Master Zhong's face, carrying a judgmental tone that made Young Master Zhong feel uncomfortable from every angle.

“What my nephew said is true. So many eyes are watching, so many people know. The Jiang family can’t just leave without an explanation, otherwise, how will the Zhong family face people in the future?”

Lord Jiang took something out of his sleeve and threw it over.

"You did those shady things, and you still argued with me without batting an eye. Did you really think you could hide it from everyone?"

Young Master Zhong caught the item, opened it, and found it to be an invitation.

It was his invitation to Jiang Shijing to visit Baimatan in the eastern suburbs.

And on the post, his handwriting was clearly visible.

His face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He did send out the invitation, but he had a hidden guard write it down; he didn't write it himself.

But why do the handwritings match his?

A thought popped into Young Master Zhong's mind: he had been set up. But who was the one who set him up?

Seeing that his hand holding the invitation was trembling slightly, Lord Jiang sneered.

“You invited my son to play at Baimatan in the eastern suburbs, but you secretly led a group of people to ambush him, killed my son’s attendants, and drowned my son in the water. He almost died, but fortunately he was rescued and his life was saved.”

What? Jiang Shijing is still alive? Young Master Zhong froze, as if he had been stabbed by ice shards.

He watched as Jiang Shijing drowned and was dragged into the water, thinking that Jiang Shijing was completely dead, and his body might have been eaten by fish and shrimp.

Seeing that things were not going well, Lord Zhong glared at Young Master Zhong: "Jinze, what's going on? Is it really as Lord Jiang said, that you did such a thing?"

He thought it was impossible. What reason would Zhong Jinze have to kill Young Master Jiang? The two had no conflict of interest, no past grudges, and their families were about to become in-laws. Why would he take such a step?

Unless someone's lost their mind or is mentally unstable.

"I, I—" Zhong Jinze stammered, his face pale, sweat beading on his forehead, his trembling hands unsure of what to do.

“I did not go to Baimatan in the eastern suburbs today. Someone must have forged my handwriting to write a letter, trying to harm Young Master Jiang and then frame me. I am about to become Young Master Jiang’s brother-in-law. It is the proper way for our two families to get along and be close to each other. I have no reason to do this.”

"Lord Jiang, please don't believe these attempts to sow discord."

As long as he insists on his position and refuses to admit it, the matter cannot be firmly attributed to him.

Lord Zhong quickly added, “No one knows Jinze’s character better than I, his father. Lord Jiang, you chose him as your son-in-law, so you must have some approval of his character. Now, based on a letter with similar handwriting, you’re saying my son wants to harm Shijing? Isn’t that too arbitrary?”

“That’s right, handwriting can be imitated, but what if there are eyewitnesses who saw it with their own eyes?

Lord Jiang clapped his hands, and several of his entourage stepped forward and stood outside the main hall.

“They were not my followers, but eyewitnesses to the incident. It was they who rescued Shijing and brought her back to the capital.”

“You should make it clear in front of Lord Zhong whether this young master led people to attack my Shijing family.”

The group of people recognized Zhong Jinze and all showed expressions of affirmation.

"That's right, it was this young master who brought a lot of men. He first played chess and talked with Young Master Jiang in the pavilion, and then those men secretly appeared and surrounded the pavilion."

"At that time, Young Master Zhong was still fighting with these people. The pavilion was surrounded by water on three sides, and Young Master Jiang was forced to retreat step by step. Finally, he was pressed down in the water. Those people probably thought Young Master Jiang was dead, so they sank him to the bottom of the water. We quickly went into the water to save him."

"When we reached the other side of Baima Pool, we saw that the fight between Young Master Zhong and those people had stopped, and they were getting along peacefully."

Even though he already knew the whole story, hearing it again still made Lord Jiang unable to contain his anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "We have the evidence, we have the eyewitnesses, Lord Zhong, Young Master Zhong, what else do you have to say?"

Lord Zhong looked at Young Master Zhong in surprise. Seeing that Young Master Zhong's face was full of fear and trepidation, which he could not hide no matter what he did, Lord Zhong already knew what was going on.

He had no time to investigate why Young Master Zhong did this; he only wanted to cover for his son. Otherwise, not only would the marriage be lost, but Zhong Jinze would also have no future.

"I'm afraid these people are just talking nonsense. I don't know who came to frame our Zhong family. The wedding is just around the corner, and this is the most crucial moment. Lord Jiang, please don't fall for it."

Lord Zhong glared at the group: "Who is the mastermind behind this? Who told you to do this? Confess honestly and we might spare your lives. Otherwise, we'll leave no one alive, not even your entire family."

"There was no mastermind behind it all. We just happened to be visiting Baimatan in the eastern suburbs when we stumbled upon that scene. We even considered helping Young Master Zhong, but then he turned around and started getting along well with those thugs. We realized something was wrong and quickly left."

"This is the reality we see. How dare we, ordinary folks, spout nonsense in front of your high and mighty gates?"

“Even if we go to Dali Temple, we still have to describe the situation as it happened, and we can sign a document and put our fingerprints on it.”

Seeing that threats were ineffective, Lord Zhong turned his gaze back to Young Master Zhong and said sternly.

"What exactly is going on here? Why don't you explain it to Lord Jiang? Did you have some kind of argument with Young Master Jiang that caused this misunderstanding?"

Lord Jiang shook his head. Even at this point, Lord Zhong was still hinting at things to Young Master Zhong.

"Let's go to the Dali Temple. Since neither Lord Zhong nor his son are willing to admit it, let the government decide. I'm sure everyone will be convinced."

"Going to court would likely have more serious consequences than settling it privately."

Young Master Zhong suddenly raised his head, his eyes were somewhat bloodshot, and his clenched fists loosened.

"That's right, I did it. I hired someone to deal with Jiang Shijing."

"But does Lord Jiang know who is truly in charge of this?"