Refusing to marry a widower, I went on a crazy spree of sending my children to the army.

The subtext is that if Qiao Runming doesn't admit it, then he isn't Qiao Runming.

Qiao Runming stared into Chen Junyan's eyes for a full two minutes before nodding under his encouraging gaze: "I'll break off this kiss!"

Grandma Qiao broke down: "Third son, how dare you? I don't agree!"

"If I don't agree, the third brother will have to stay home and serve me for the rest of his life, acting like a slave to me and the eldest brother!"

The crowd erupted in uproar, accusing Old Mrs. Qiao of being inhumane: "Aunt Qiao, you can't treat people like this. Especially your own son!"

Grandma Qiao didn't take it to heart, puffing out her chest: "He was born of me, so he was destined for this calamity. It's all fate!"

Chen Junyan casually asked, "You really gave birth to him?"

Old Mrs. Qiao's rant stopped abruptly, and she said, her voice trembling with fear, "Otherwise, could it be that you gave birth to her?"

"Of course I don't have that function, but I heard that back in Suzhou..."

Before Chen Junyan could even finish speaking, Old Mrs. Qiao's expression changed. Chen Junyan pressed on, "I heard that Boss Qiao looks a lot like his Uncle Wen!"

"It's perfectly normal for a nephew to resemble his uncle!"

Despite saying that, Old Mrs. Qiao stretched her neck, like a hen being choked, and almost passed out.

"You, who are you?"

"You know Qiao Manman's fiancé, don't you?"

Grandma, I have no other requests. I only hope that my father-in-law and mother-in-law will have a peaceful life for the rest of their days. I don't ask for anything else, and I don't want anything else.

Do you understand what I mean?

Grandma Qiao pondered for a moment: "Can you swear that you won't smear your hair outside?"

"Old lady, you can't threaten me."

Given the Wen family's status, if this blows up, you and your eldest son will both end up in jail.

As for my father-in-law? At most, he'll go to the Northwest and eat sand for a few years.

Anyway, I'm young, if things go wrong I can just find another marriage partner!

Chen Junyan whispered these words in Grandma Qiao's ear.

The old woman trembled and looked at him in disbelief.

"Of course, I still like Qiao Manman very much and don't want her identity to be flawed."

Therefore, we'd better not escalate the situation.

Your son can continue to stay in the Qiao family as a young master, and as for my father-in-law, I will personally take care of him.

We each get what we need, and our cooperation is mutually beneficial.

Grandma Qiao looked at Chen Junyan suspiciously: "You know what kind of background the Qiao family has, aren't you tempted?"

"Money is a small matter to me. Besides, they have already donated all their assets."

A bare, dilapidated yard—whoever wants it can have it!

Chen Junyan feigned disdain: "I have a powerful background, I don't care about those pittances!"

Old Mrs. Qiao thought to herself, "That's because you don't know how wealthy the Tao family is."

She knew Old Master Tao well; there was no way he wouldn't have a backup plan.

Even if the gold and silver were donated, any piece of furniture and decorations in the old house could be sold for a considerable sum.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the risk of letting her son replace that bastard third son and live a life of luxury.

Even after a thousand thoughts have turned, it only takes two or three seconds.

Seeing Chen Junyan's arrogance, Old Lady Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and decided to agree to his conditions first to keep him calm.

Then we'll figure out a way to deal with Qiao Runming.

As long as there is no way to verify the facts, his son may still have the possibility of inheriting the property of the Qiao and Tao families.

When the situation improves in the future, she can still live a life of luxury and wealth as an old lady.

"Okay, I agree to sever ties, but you have to give me that fifty yuan as alimony."

Chen Junyan nodded: "Okay!"

Things that can be solved with money are not big problems.

What's more, Old Mrs. Qiao is about to experience a bittersweet moment.

Fifty yuan is just a small token of my congratulations to Boss Qiao on his journey.