Chapter 1

Grandma, I'm back.

In the dilapidated old hut, empty of anyone, Su Xiyan instinctively frowned.

Stop shouting, your grandma's serious illness has already been sent by me to the best hospital for treatment.

The voice behind her made Su Xiyan frown in disgust.

She turned her head, on guard, and asked: "How did you get here?"

Unprepared, a set of red wedding clothes was thrown at her, accompanied by an arrogant voice,

"Can't even call Dad? There's a good thing coming your way—the Yan Family's eldest son, famed as the heavenly household of Jingcheng, is critically ill and about to die, needing a woman to marry him."

After dodging the contempt, Su Xiyan sneered, "Such a good thing—why don't you castrate yourself and go personally? Letting your biological daughter marry a dying man—you don't even deserve to be a father!"

Su Qingming glanced at Su Xiyan impatiently, "You think you have a choice now? You're not going to care about your grandma's life?"

Su Xiyan retorted, "Isn't your grandma your mother? Unfilial son."

Su Qingming flushed with anger: "Su Xiyan, before you indulge in verbal victory, think of the old lady!"

Watching Su Qingming's cold-blooded demeanor, Su Xiyan grit her teeth hard.

But after a moment's thought, she instantly saw Su Xiyan contemptuously curl the corner of her mouth and say:

"The Jingcheng Yan family would hardly come specially to find a village girl like me to marry; surely the original target was my older sister, right?"

Seeing Su Qingming's eyes widen uncontrollably, Su Xiyan knew she had guessed correctly.

The moment Su Xiyan understood what scheme Su Qingming was hatching, she narrowed her eyes dangerously; under that gaze, Su Qingming actually felt a chill run down his spine.

"The Su family covets the Yan family's boundless wealth, yet is unwilling to let Su Xiewe suffer any grievance."

"When asking for help, one should have the proper attitude; I agreed to the substitute marriage, but if I don't take good care of grandma—"

"Hmph."

As she walked past Su Qingming, her tone seemed laced with ice as she coldly threw out a line:

"The Jingcheng heavenly household? Then I'll pierce the heavens of Jingcheng."

"When the time comes, even if the sky collapses and a high point remains, the first to die will be the Su family!"

Su Qingming was actually shaken all over by the deceit in Su Xiyan's words.

Su Xiyan hadn't even stepped through the Su family's gate before being sent directly to the Yan household; it looks like the condition of the Yan family's eldest son is truly very bad.

At this moment, Su Xiyan, wearing red wedding robes, stood in the vast hall of the Yan Family Old Residence, facing all kinds of gazes, with a composed and untroubled expression.

The mocking and contemptuous whispers around her came through unadorned:

"Is this the Su Xiewe from the Su family who came to marry? Looking at her, she really isn't bad-looking."

"Hmph, even if she looks good, what's the use? She's just accompanying a living corpse."

"Let me say, the Su family really can be ruthless—I heard Su Xiewe has plenty of pursuit from wealthy young masters in Jingcheng; even the eldest son of the financial magnate Huo family is infatuated with her."

"To climb up to our Yan family, they actually went ahead and sent her over."

"I never expected Su Xiewe to be such a fickle, promiscuous woman."

"Isn't that right? Well, I heard…."

As she said that, the middle-aged woman who had clearly gotten worked up turned her head; when she saw that the one who had just spoken was actually the Su Xiewe she had been discussing, her face flushed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that about you."

Su Xiyan nodded indifferently, "No problem, what you said is all correct."

Anyway, it's Su Xiewe's reputation that's ruined, and it has nothing to do with Su Xiyan.

"You…." Seeing Su Xiyan's eager expression waiting for her to continue, the originally slightly embarrassed middle-aged woman now wore a full face of disdain, "Looks like Miss Su really does have self-awareness."

"Alright, Wang Ma, Miss Su is at least now the eldest daughter-in-law of our Yan family."

"Being disrespectful to the master household, I think you don't want to stay in the Yan household."

A feigned authoritative voice sounded, and the chatter in the hall ceased abruptly; the just-arrogant Wang Ma lowered her head in fear.

Following the gazes of the crowd, a woman dressed in luxurious elegance descended from upstairs.

But in Su Xiyan's eyes, this woman's bearing and demeanor could not support her attire, wearing a face of sharp-tongued harshness.

"Did she think she didn't know? This woman had deliberately waited upstairs just to watch her make a fool of herself?"

The woman slowly approached Su Xiewe's side; from beginning to end, Su Xiewe's face bore a half-smile, half-sneer.

"I never thought, even though you're the eldest daughter of the tea-leaf clan Su family, you'd be this ill-mannered."

Liu Huanyu frowned and said.

Su Xiyan nodded in deep agreement, however,

She fixed her gaze on Liu Huanyu and said: "I also never imagined that the Yan family, famed as the heavenly household of Jingcheng, would have such a treacherous servant."

"Just today, having just entered the door, even a servant dares to criticize me and give me a sour look."

"Putting it lightly, it means Lady Yan lacks ability, unable to even manage the servants."

"Putting it seriously, I am here to marry the eldest son; disrespect toward me is disrespect toward the eldest son."

Wang Ma never expected that this Su Xiewe would be so formidable, coming right out and slapping two big hats on her.

"You should know that Liu Huanyu is the second wife of Yan Zhen Guo, a former mistress who rose to position; her greatest taboo is others saying she lacks ability to control the servants."

As expected, upon hearing Su Xiyan's words, Liu Huanyu's face changed instantly; she spoke coldly:

"Miss Su, you are quite good at sophistry, but don't forget you were bought by our Yan family from the Su family for ten billion yuan in the Ding Rong Hua Ting project."

"Since you were bought, you ought to know your place; living under someone else's roof, it's better not to be too arrogant."

Although Su Xiyan's face showed nothing, in her heart she had already cursed Su Qingming, that scumbag, with a torrent of filth.

Although she knew the Su family definitely gained benefits from the Yan family, ten billion!

"With that much money, they actually dared to let her impersonate and substitute in the marriage! The Su family is truly audacious!"

Although Su Xiyan harbors extreme hatred for the Su family in her heart, before Liu Huanyu she cannot afford to lose even a bit of her momentum.

Since you spent ten billion, instead of just casually going to the Southern Country to buy something, that shows I am indispensable.

It's the Yan Family who asked for the marriage, yet now you want to assert your authority on the very day I enter the door—what kind of reasoning is that?

I haven't taken a single cent of your money; if the Yan Family continues to let the servants disrespect me,

Then I'm sorry—whomever you gave the money to, let that person be your eldest daughter-in-law.

Having said that, Su Xiyan made a move as if she were really going to leave.

What a joke—the Yan Family gave ten billion, yet Su Qingming actually wants to take advantage of her without giving a single cent, treating her as easy to bully?

Enough!

A voice full of vigor and immensely imposing rang out, and even Liu Huanyu instantly changed expression and stepped aside.

Grandfather! It's Miss Su…

I said, enough.

Regarding Liu Huanyu, who still intended to explain, Yan Huaian interrupted him impatiently; in his eyes, Liu Huanyu's presence was even more intolerable than those servants.

Embarrassedly retreating to the side, Liu Huanyu cast a gloomy and resentful glance at Su Xiyan.

Yan Huaian turned his head to look at Su Xiyan; this girl is Moci's wife.

As he touched Su Xiyan's face, while admiring the girl's beautiful appearance, Yan Huaian unexpectedly felt a sense of familiarity, his heart inexplicably growing threefold in fondness, and his attitude softened considerably.

Miss Su, you're right—it's the Yan Family that had the initial request.

Moci's current situation—I can understand your dissatisfaction, but please, for the sake of this old man who has only this one grandson, you must stay today no matter what.

Yan Laotaiye's sincere attitude made Su Xiyan feel extremely surprised; seeing that Yan Laotaiye even wanted to apologize and make a bow to her, Su Xiyan hurried forward to stop him.

Yan Laotaiye, there's no need for this; Xiyan, as a junior, cannot bear it.

Yan Laotaiye is advanced in age; he seemed not to have clearly heard the name that flashed past Su Xiyan's lips.

He merely said with satisfaction:

Good good.

Since Su Xiyan agreed to stay, she was then respectfully invited in by the steward into the inner chambers of the Yan Family's Eldest Young Master, Yan Moci.

Looking at the figure lying on the sickbed, Su Xiyan's face showed an expression of surprise.

This person is her husband.