Chapter 245

Jiang Liangjin's fingertip paused, his gaze deepened slightly, "Song family matriarch?"

The current heir of the Song Family is Youbao's third uncle Song Huai, the father of Song Yusui and Lu Yuchu.

The Song family matriarch passed away early, and the Song Family rarely mentions her.

He had known this since childhood, never expecting Cheng Siqing to actually have a connection with that person.

"Hmm." Cheng Siqing nodded, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes, "Back then, Qian Qian and I were the best friends, we could talk about anything. Later I went abroad to study, she married into the Song Family, I married into the Jiang Family, we kept in touch, until……"

She paused, her voice sinking, "Until the year Qian Qian had an accident, I couldn't help. Moreover, for some reasons, I couldn't see her off on her final journey; these years, I've felt guilty in my heart."

Jiang Liangjin paused, "You feel guilty toward Aunt Song; Yusui Brother's startup funds' anonymous source, back and forth forty million—was that from you?"

Not a question, but a certainty.

He had long investigated the source of that money, but had never exposed it.

Song Yusui initially thought it was his gold coins that had blown up.

Cheng Siqing raised her brows, a flicker of surprise in her eyes; evidently she hadn't expected him to still remember this, then she let out a relieved bitter smile and said wistfully, "It was me who gave it. Speaking of which, I can still be considered the godmother of Sui Sui and Chu Chu."

"Qian Qian recognized me as their godmother when she was pregnant with them; this money is merely a belated gift from over a decade ago."

Jiang Liangjin's gaze sharp, he only said, "Then what is the reason you mentioned earlier? Is it related to the Jiang Family?"

He was all too aware of the Jiang Family's petty squabbles.

All too aware of Jiang Huan's nature—narrow-minded, extremely jealous.

Furthermore, elders have said that he hated Song Huai from a young age.

He hated that Song Huai came from a privileged background yet treated people gently, and hated that Song Huai excelled at everything compared to him.

He even hated that Song Huai married a woman as radiant and dazzling as Lu Qing.

The upheaval the Song Family faced back then—Jiang Huan could hardly be innocent.

Cheng Siqing avoided his gaze, "The events of those years involve too much; I cannot speak. But I can guarantee that I bear no ill will toward Sui Sui and Chu Chu, approaching Mo Song, and it is certainly not aimed at the Mu Family."

How could Jiang Liangjin fail to hear the subtext in her words?

Her target is the Jiang Family, aiming at Jiang Huan.

He couldn't be bothered to dwell on these old matters any longer, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said lightly, "I don't care what entanglements you have; remember this: don't harbor designs on Youbao, or else don't blame me for being impolite."

His tone carried a full warning, his brown eyes full of sharpness.

As if saying, Mu Youyu is his bottom line—touch her and you die.

"Moreover, Mo Song is a friend Youbao cares about; Cheng Siqing, if you dare to use her or implicate Youbao, the Jiang Family won't tolerate you, and on the Song Family's side, you won't get away with it."

Cheng Siqing's heart jolted, she quickly nodded, "I understand, I will definitely not implicate her."

"If Qian Qian were still here, she would surely dote on Mu Youyu, this niece."

"How could she even think of harming her?"

The ever-silent Mo Song also spoke up, "Young Master Jiang, rest assured, I won't bring trouble to Elder Sister Yu."

Jiang Liangjin's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at her again, "If you have something, you can go straight to Youbao; no need to hide it, don't make her worry—she doesn't care whether it's trouble or not."

He knew Mu Youyu had a soft disposition and always doted on her friends.

Mo Song's hiding like this only makes her think more.

But everyone has secrets, and it's not good to pry too much.

Mo Song stared, looking at Jiang Liangjin's cool yet non-malicious gaze, her heart suddenly warmed, her nose tingled, she lightly nodded, "I understand, thank you, Young Master Jiang; once Elder Sister Yu's Art Competition ends, I will find a chance to explain things clearly to her."

"Yes, from the very beginning, it was Elder Sister Yu who reached out and pulled her up; she shouldn't have kept hiding it from her."

Jiang Liangjin didn't look at the two of them again, merely tossing out lightly, "You've plotted for over a decade yet couldn't move Jiang Huan an inch; why not let me handle it—a single move, fatal."

Having said that, he turned and left; as his tall silhouette disappeared at the shop entrance, the corner of his lips curled up in an inscrutable smile.

"Qian Qian……"

"Si Qian."

"Jiang Si Qian, the name of his paternal cousin."

Inside the milk tea shop, the booth was silent.

Mo Song gazed at Jiang Liangjin's retreating figure outside the window and spoke softly, "Aunt Cheng, Young Master Jiang…… seems to know everything."

She actually didn't quite understand.

Cheng Siqing let out a long sigh, "He is the Jiang Family's chosen heir—how could such a thing be kept from him?"

She didn't want to linger, "Let's go, go see your biological father."