He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

His gaze casually swept over Jiang Jizhen and Guan Fengru, who were standing to the side.

He gave a cold sneer, "Ye Zhenghao was right just now. Isn't this a matter for our Jiang family? It really shouldn't be involved with outsiders."

He arrogantly pointed at Guan Fengru, raising his eyebrows wickedly, "Shouldn't you go out too?"

Guan Fengru's complexion remained poor, and her heart was filled with unease.

Today, too many things have exceeded her expectations. She originally thought that as long as she signed the document and appeased Zheng Hao and Si Yi, that would be enough. In fact, even if Zheng Hao and Si Yi couldn't understand, she had already made up her mind. But unexpectedly, first Jiang Jizhen appeared, then Jiang Yanhui, and now, even the most important person has shown up.

After a brief moment of thought, she realized that it was indeed not appropriate for her to stay any longer.

What the three of them say is none of my business. In fact, I've already achieved half of my goal. There's plenty of time ahead. I've already taken the most difficult step, and the rest will be easier.

Moreover, she was also very worried about Ye Xiongming. Jiang Yan's words just now probably made him quite angry, and she wondered how he was doing now.

"Then I'll be going now." She hid her emotions very well, and her voice was calm as she spoke.

Jiang Jizhen's fingers twitched slightly, as if he wanted to grab Guan Fengru's hand, but when he looked at Lin Zhenbiao sitting next to him, he held back.

The door to the ward was gently closed. Jiang Yan looked at Lin Zhenbiao, who was squinting and smoking his pipe. He chuckled and reached out to take the pipe from him. "Grandpa, didn't the doctor say your lungs weren't very good last time? You're still smoking? Try to smoke less."

As he spoke, he handed the pipe to a servant standing nearby and calmly instructed, "Go wait at the door."

Lin Zhenbiao's trusted confidant naturally knew that Lin Zhenbiao's most beloved person in his life was this grandson, and his words were equivalent to Lin Zhenbiao's words. Without any objection, he took the pipe and left the ward.

For a moment, only three men remained in the large ward.

Jiang Jizhen stood to the side the whole time, watching the two people, one big and one small, sitting in front of her.

He stood there, wanting to find a place to sit, but it seemed there was nowhere else to sit in the room except for the bed.

He felt inferior, and a tightness in his chest made him want to break the ice.

"Let's lay everything out on the table."

He hesitated for a moment, looked at Lin Zhenbiao, and said, "Dad, I don't want to beat around the bush. I know you're angry, but you know how things are with marriage... it can't be forced. What happened between me and Qianzhi back then..."

He suddenly stopped, and Lin Zhenbiao's eyes turned dark and menacing. He then realized that he might have said something he shouldn't have, after all, some things happened so many years ago.

He knew Lin Zhenbiao didn't want Yan Hui to know about the past. He had been the villain for so many years anyway, and he was too lazy to defend himself anymore. He skipped the topic and continued, "The past is long gone. Yan Hui is all grown up now. Dad, you haven't interfered in our affairs for many years. Although I haven't visited Qianzhi all these years, I've always had people taking care of her. If there's anyone in this world who can restore her original abilities, I'm willing to spend any amount of money. But I'm still a man, and I can't stay like this forever... Dad, I want to marry Fengru now, and you shouldn't stop me."

"You're such a good man!"

Jiang Yan clapped his hands, the crisp sound standing out in the room. His long, clear peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked at his father as if he were a stranger.

A hint of cold sneer lingered in the depths of the man's eyes. "Now you want to marry another woman, so you've kicked my mother to the curb. You haven't visited her once in all these years, and you keep saying you've been sending people to take care of her. Do you really think I'm incapable of taking good care of my mother? Do you really care about your paltry money?"

Jiang Jizhen's face darkened. "Yan Hui, there are some things you simply don't understand. Have you ever treated me like a father all these years? Why do you expect others to do things that you yourself can't do?"

"I didn't treat you as a father because you didn't deserve it!"

"You...don't go too far!"

"Am I being unreasonable, or are you being unreasonable?"

Jiang Yan sneered and kicked a small square table opposite her. A thermos on the table shook violently and fell to the ground, rolling several times before landing in the corner.

He suddenly stood up, pointed at Jiang Jizhen and said, "You son of a bitch, how dare you treat my mother like that? You still expect me to treat you like a father? Don't think the world revolves around you. Let me tell you, if you dare to marry that woman, don't blame me for being impolite. I'm capable of anything!"

"Enough!" Lin Zhenbiao saw Jiang Yan Hui getting more and more outrageous, and finally stood up. He said in a low voice, looking at Jiang Yan Hui, "Yan Hui, your grandfather has some things he wants to say to your father alone. You can go out first."

Jiang Yan frowned and looked at Lin Zhenbiao, "Grandpa, what did you say?"

"Get out." Lin Zhenbiao said succinctly. "I'll call you in later. Get out."

Jiang Yanhui pursed her thin lips, hesitated for a moment, but still listened to Lin Zhenbiao and left the ward.

As soon as he left the ward, he angrily slammed his fist against the wall, instantly staining the snow-white wall with a trace of bright red blood.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, his face grim and menacing. He habitually reached out and roughly tugged at his collar, standing at the doorway trying to compose himself.

But just across the wall, the scene inside the ward was completely different. The line was drawn across.

Lin Zhenbiao glanced at Jiang Jizhen before pointing to the seat next to him, "Sit down."

Jiang Jizhen didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly. He looked somewhat irritated and restrained.

Lin Zhenbiao saw all of this clearly, so he spoke first, "Jizhen, you were too abrupt today. I don't want to interfere in your private affairs. How many women have you had outside all these years? Have I ever said anything to you? I've been retired from the underworld for many years, and I'm too lazy to care about your affairs. I know that you treated Qianzhi the way she did back then. I'm a very reasonable person. I know that our Lin family wronged you back then, so I've always been very tolerant of you. But you can't push your luck."

Lin Zhenbiao was, after all, a big shot who had weathered many storms in the tea industry, and his words were both permissible and flexible.

Jiang Jizhen wasn't stupid; he knew that Jiang was giving himself a way out.

He naturally stepped forward smoothly. "Dad, I'm just telling the truth. I've long since stopped caring about Qianzhi's matter. Besides, Yan Hui is already so old. You know how bad my relationship with him has been over the years. I don't have any other requests now. I don't care what Yan Hui thinks of me. But I must marry Fengru. I hope you can grant my request."

"No." Unexpectedly, Lin Zhenbiao refused without even thinking.

"Dad, what do you mean by this?"

"That's exactly what it means literally."

Lin Zhenbiao felt a little uncomfortable without his pipe. He frowned slightly, only wanting to resolve the matter as quickly as possible. "Jizhen, you can do whatever you want outside. You can be nice to that woman named Guan Fengru, that's fine too. But your official wife, Jiang Jizhen, will always be Lin Qianzhi. Even if you give my daughter that title, that's fine. That's my bottom line. I won't say anything else. And remember, whatever I, Lin Zhenbiao, could give you back then, I have the ability to take back now."

"Alright, that's all I have to say."

After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up, holding onto the armrest of the stool. Looking at Jiang Jizhen, whose face was gloomy, he smiled slightly and said, "You'd better watch yourself. Also, I haven't been in City A for a while, but I know everything about Yan Hui's situation. You've been letting your two sons fight each other openly and secretly. You're not being a very good father. When people get older, they start to think about the good things about having children. What you're doing now is cutting off your own path to recovery."

Jiang Jizhen's expression was already very strained.

Lin Zhenbiao's words clearly crossed his bottom line.

But he also knew that he was not bluffing. He was well aware of Yan Hui's status in the martial arts world. If he really broke off relations with him now, who would Yan Hui help?

It was obvious that he would never be on my side.

He had worked so hard to build that public image over the years, and he didn't want it to vanish in an instant.

He was still hesitating, but Lin Zhenbiao had no patience to look at his pensive expression any longer and turned to leave the ward.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw Jiang Yanhui waiting at the door. He chuckled jokingly, "My grandson has never been so obedient before. I told him to wait at the door, and he actually did. Yanhui, if only you could always listen to your grandfather like this."

Jiang Yan hid her injured hand behind her back and leaned closer with a grin, "Grandpa, when have I ever disobeyed you? How could you say that to me? I'm so sad."

"Are you really heartbroken?"

Lin Zhenbiao glanced at him sideways, looking at his insincere and charmingly wicked face, and chuckled softly, "Fine, fine, you brat, all you do is fool this old man. You didn't even tell me about such a big thing. What were you planning to do if I hadn't come today?"

Jiang Yanhui snorted casually, raising one eyebrow. "What else can we do? Just let it be."

"Yan Hui, could it be that I guessed right, you're planning to marry that girl?"

Lin Zhenbiao's tone suddenly turned serious. He looked at Jiang Yanhui and said, word by word, "Using one's own resources to harm others—have I never said that this kind of behavior is foolish?"

"Grandpa, I never intended to hurt anyone with my own money."

The hand behind him tightened unconsciously. He spoke slowly, but with a seriousness Lin Zhenbiao had never seen before: "I was indeed with her, and I wasn't joking around."