Chapter 42: His Own Wife Was Bullied

They’re already trying to sever ties.

Jiang Yunhe curled her lips slightly as she watched Jiang Chenglong’s dumbfounded expression. It was laughable—he clearly wasn’t too bright.

Jiang Chenglong’s head buzzed. That wasn’t what she had said before.
Fang Mianmian had claimed she was the youngest in her family, had no younger brother, and because of that, she felt a special fondness and connection with him.

She even said she’d treat him like a real younger brother from now on.

So, he brought her home.

Jiang Chenglong thought gloomily. It was he who convinced Sun Meilin to treat her like their own daughter. Over the years, Fang Mianmian was supposedly sent to the countryside, but she hadn’t suffered a single hardship.

Not far away, Jiang Dazhuang happened to overhear Fang Mianmian’s words.

His gaze turned cold as something occurred to him, and he gave her a dark look.

“No need to call the police. We agree to sever ties.”

“Jiang Dazhuang, you’d better think this through,” Li Daniu said, feeling emotionally exhausted by the whole family’s drama. What else could he say?

If they could really settle this, that would actually be a good outcome.

Jiang Dazhuang scanned the crowd with a gloomy gaze. At this point, what other choices did he have?

Obviously, none of the options were ideal.

“We’ll cut ties, but we can’t just ignore the years we raised her. If she wants to sever ties, Jiang Yunhe must pay to break this relationship. From now on, she can’t even carry the Jiang surname.”

“You’ve really got no shame…”

“Fine. How much?”
Chu Peihan had arrived a little late, only to find that his little wife—well, his fiancée—was being bullied.

So many adults ganging up on one girl. Shameless.

Since they were this heartless, there was no need for him to be polite.

“One thousand yuan.”
Jiang Dazhuang’s eyes flickered as he saw Chu Peihan, recalling how Jiang Yunhe had said she wanted to marry him. His expression darkened even more.

Ultimately, it was his own fault for not keeping her under control.

A perfectly good puppet had been seduced by a random man.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed and frustrated he felt.

Chu Peihan tilted his head slightly and said coolly,
“Fine. But from this moment forward, your Jiang family has nothing to do with her. You are not allowed to bother her again.”

Jiang Yunhe: “…”

She hadn’t expected Chu Peihan to jump in at this moment, and her expression darkened. Damn it, he was generous!

That’s a thousand, not one or two cents!

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. This man was her choice. A lover across lifetimes. Stay calm. Don’t stoop to his level.

Otherwise, she might just die from the rage—and it wouldn’t be worth it.

Sun Meilin had intended to speak, but hearing that generous offer of a thousand yuan, she swallowed her words.

Whatever. As long as they paid, anything was negotiable.

Even Jiang Chenglong, who had been excited and bouncing around, fell silent. A thousand yuan—more than enough to support his gambling for a while.

Fang Mianmian looked at the greedy expressions of the Jiang family and hated them to the core. Such a money-grubbing family with zero bottom line. Were they not afraid they’d take the money but not live to spend it?

In her eyes, Chu Peihan didn’t look like an easy man to deal with.

She didn’t believe he’d fork over a thousand yuan just for Jiang Yunhe—a poor village girl with nothing to her name. Ha.

Of course, that was just her dirty mind talking. She saw everything through a dirty lens.

To Chu Peihan, a thousand yuan was a small price to pay for peace and quiet—totally worth it. Seeing that they had no other demands, he quickly pushed to seal the deal.

“Settled. We pay the money, and you write the document to sever ties. Also, Yunhe’s household registration must be transferred out today. From now on, she won’t share a household with you.”

“We’ll have to go to the police station for that,” Jiang Dazhuang frowned. Seeing how straightforward and decisive Chu Peihan was, he felt like he was getting the short end of the stick.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that agreeing so easily might mean he was being swindled.

Chu Peihan’s gaze turned to Brother Wang:
“Second Brother, I’ll need your help running this errand. It’d be best if we could get it all done today.”

Jiang Dazhuang chimed in again:
“That won’t work. The police station’s closed at this hour. Even if we go, it won’t help.”

Chu Peihan smirked slightly:
“No worries. One of my comrades works at the station. I just need to give him a call—it won’t be a problem.”

Jiang Dazhuang: “…”

What the hell—now I’m being forced up the mountain at sword point!

Jiang Yunhe watched them negotiating and bit her lip. On one hand, the money hurt. On the other hand, if it meant she could finally get rid of that awful family, it was totally worth it.

Fang Mianmian flinched and was about to speak again.

Jiang Yunhe shot her a cold look:
“I suggest you keep quiet. This is a Jiang family matter and has nothing to do with you. You’re just a countryside sent-down youth who keeps meddling in other people’s homes—shameless.”

Fang Mianmian:
“Xiao He, I’m doing this for your own good. Have you thought about what life will be like once you leave the Jiang family? You’ll have no maternal home to rely on. How will you survive?”

Jiang Yunhe: “…”

Bullshit!

If Fang Mianmian really cared about her, pigs would fly.

She strongly suspected that Fang Mianmian was just jealous—jealous that Chu Peihan treated her so well. But since she couldn’t find a good excuse to cause trouble, this was the best she could do.

Chu Peihan shifted his gaze, ignored Fang Mianmian, and looked at Jiang Yunhe.

“Comrade Fang, mind your own business. It’s better for you and for us. I’m sure you wouldn’t want news from Changshou Village to reach the capital, right?”

“I…”

“By the way, I happen to have a comrade stationed in the capital,” Chu Peihan added casually, his tone light and unthreatening—but if this wasn’t a threat, what was?

Fang Mianmian panicked and finally shut up.

At this point, even though Jiang Dazhuang and the others felt like they were losing out, they had no choice. They’d already agreed—backing out now would make them look even worse in front of the village.

Jiang Chenglong muttered,
“Pfft, acting like you’ve got comrades everywhere. What, just because you’re some blind guy, you think you can control our family’s affairs?!”

Chu Peihan:
“Oh, right. Let me properly introduce myself. I’m Yunhe’s fiancé. Third Auntie, could I trouble you to pick a good wedding date for us sometime soon?”

Zhao Guixiang’s eyes lit up the moment she heard this. She nodded enthusiastically:
“Of course, of course. Leave it to me! Also, since Yunhe will be splitting from the family and has no place to stay, she can stay with me for a few days.”

Nobody else would be appropriate.

Her husband had passed away years ago, and she lived alone. Jiang Yunhe staying with her would be just right.