Chapter 257: Jiang Huan's Former Wife

A few people had just reached the entrance when they saw Lin Tingsong pulling a group of senior figures from the art world.

It looked like they were heading to a celebration banquet.

Seeing Mu Youyu come out, his eyes lit up. "Ah Yu, perfect—I've already booked a private room. Today we must hold a celebration banquet! Call everyone from your family! I'm treating today—no leaving until we're drunk!"

Mu Youyu looked at his enthusiastic expression, sighed helplessly, turned to Jiang Liangjin, and whispered a complaint: "The teacher is going to cause trouble again."

Jiang Liangjin reached out to ruffle her hair, voice gentle: "It's fine, just let him have his fun—it's rare to see him this happy."

Mu Youyu nodded, not forgetting to remind seriously: "We're good kids; we can't drink alcohol."

Before Jiang Liangjin could reply, Lin Tingsong rushed over and interjected: "Oh, I forgot Ah Yu is young—no problem, no problem! Let your brothers drink; we'll have juice! Hahaha!"

As he spoke, he began boasting to the nearby seniors: "You don't know—my beloved disciple started learning painting with me at six years old…"

Professor Yu on the side was secretly scheming to trick both of them into coming to C University.

Song Yusui murmured: "Am I not small? I only turn nineteen in July—I'm still a baby too!"

Lu Yuchu said in a flat tone: "The most pitiful is our A Yun—he's the same age as our baby, yet he's about to be forced to drink."

Song Yan pointed at the faint shoe print on his pant leg: "I'm pitiful too, right? I don't know who stepped on me just now!"

He hadn't even seen who it was when he turned around—the person was gone.

Jiang Liangjin stepped back behind Mu Youyu, lowered his eyes, and remained silent.

That person suddenly darted in front of him—it wasn't intentional on his part.

Mu Youyu noticed the small movement of the person beside her, turned to look at him, and gently pinched his waist, lowering her voice: "Was it you who stepped on me?"

Jiang Liangjin's body tensed for a moment, then he turned his head sideways, voice low with a hint of a smile, not denying: "It was an accident—who let him dart out like that, blocking my view of you."

Mu Youyu was amused by him: "Then let's hurry—if neither of us says anything, Brother Yan won't notice."

Song Yan noticed, and feigned familiarity by slapping Jiang Liangjin on the shoulder: "What secret are you whispering about?"

Jiang Liangjin caught a hint of warning in his tone.

Seeing their interaction, Mu Youyu reached out, grabbed Jiang Liangjin's wrist, and pulled him toward her: "Brother Yan, don't insert yourself between us."

Song Yan: "…" How did I become the odd one out?

Song Yusui inwardly mocked him for overestimating himself, but deliberately acted disgusted, clicking her tongue twice: "Our A Jin is so popular—even our little Yan is protecting him."

Lu Yuchu gave Song Yan a glare, silently cursing him as useless, yet still tried to smooth things over: "Little Yan, it's been too long since you last saw… you miss Jiang… A Jin, don't you?"

Song Yan choked a little, then forced a fake smile: "Yeah, I've been missing him."

Mu Youyu saw the brothers' little expressions and kept holding Jiang Liangjin's hand.

Before, no one knew who had said her brothers were hostile toward A Jin.

Clearly, none of them felt that way!

It's just that occasionally they say one thing but mean another.

One week later.

Cheng Siqing had arranged to meet Jiang Liangjin.

The venue was set in the top-floor private room of the hotel under the Jiang Family, which offered excellent privacy.

Jiang Liangjin arrived at the entrance, but the bodyguards didn't follow him inside.

He pushed the door open, lifted his gaze to face Cheng Siqing across the room, tone indifferent, with no extra pleasantries: "Speak."

Cheng Siqing wore a camel‑colored ladies' cashmere coat today, her face adorned with delicate light makeup, a hint of weariness in her brows and eyes.

She lifted the coffee cup on the table, took a light sip, then slowly said: "Jiang Huan's matter—I've more or less resolved it."

Jiang Liangjin gave an "ngh" to signal her to continue.

Jiang Huan had been hospitalized; he didn't ask why.

Cheng Siqing paused, seemingly choosing her words: "Before you said I'd been plotting for over ten years—that's not true; I only found out this year."

This was in response to Jiang Liangjin's earlier questioning.

Jiang Liangjin's brown eyes held no emotion: "Does Grandfather know?"

Grandfather is almost eighty; he fears the old man couldn't take this shock.

Cheng Siqing smiled: "Father knows. He said Jiang Huan isn't his biological son—he was adopted by Mother, claiming Jiang Huan's father had died early, and his mother… was Mother's close friend."

Jiang Liangjin understood—here "Mother" refers to his grandmother.

That gentle, kind old woman passed away from illness when he was ten.

Cheng Siqing took another sip of coffee, her tone gaining a touch of regret: "It's a pity Jiang Huan's birth mother suffered a stimulus back then and passed away a few years later. Your grandmother, mindful of their bond and feeling sorry for young Jiang Huan, adopted him from childhood and outwardly claimed he was the Jiang Family's eldest son."

"Actually, your father is only ten months younger than Jiang Huan, but outwardly they've always said he's one year younger."

No one expected that the kindly adopted child would grow up to harbor such wolf‑like ambition.

After Cheng Siqing heard Grandfather Jiang finish his account, and Grandfather Jiang made the request to spare Jiang Huan's life, she began to act.

She set down her coffee cup, shifted the topic: "However, Jiang Huan's progress to this point also owes much to his ever‑longing white‑moonlight ex‑wife, Mo Qianhe."

Jiang Liangjin's brows furrowed slightly.

He had heard that name a few times—it was Jiang Huan's beloved ex‑wife, his youthful white‑moonlight.

She is also the biological mother of Jiang Yun.

But this Mo Qianhe passed away just days after giving birth to Jiang Yun, becoming an untouchable scar in Jiang Huan's heart.

Jiang Liangjin interrupted: "What does she have to do with it? I'm asking about Jiang Huan."

"Just listen to me."

Jiang Liangjin thought, if it's interesting I could tell it to Youbao later, so he leaned back into the sofa: "Long story short."

"I'm afraid that won't work—I only know how to tell it at length."

Jiang Liangjin: "… Hurry up."

"I've looked into Mo Qianhe for a long time," Cheng Siqing said in a slow, drawling tone, "her family was ordinary; she also had a younger brother named Mo Ci, who studied hard from childhood, had his tuition waived, and only then managed to get into the prestigious university where Jiang Huan studied."

……Mo Qianhe's appearance wasn't top-notch; Mo Qianhe had a delicate, pitiful look, yet usually Mo Qianhe also bore a strong, self‑confident air.

Among the wealthy young masters and misses, Mo Qianhe conspicuously did not belong.

The students at the aristocratic school were busy with their own circles, busy with equestrian clubs, dances, and overseas study programs.

Seeing that Mo Qianhe clearly wasn't on the same wavelength as them, they couldn't be bothered to deal with Mo Qianhe.

No one wanted to share a dorm with Mo Qianhe, and no one wanted to invite Mo Qianhe to join a party.

Mo Qianhe, who came to school happy and optimistic, hoping to make new friends, felt isolated.

One day in the library, Mo Qianhe ran into Jiang Huan, who was surrounded by several young masters, stared blankly, and accidentally collided with Jiang Huan.

Jiang Huan's follower cursed at Mo Qianhe, and Mo Qianhe's eyes reddened as Mo Qianhe retorted with a few lines.

At that time, as the eldest young master of the Jiang Family, Jiang Huan had never before seen a female student who dared to oppose Jiang Huan, and Jiang Huan was quickly attracted.

The two soon confirmed their relationship and passionately loved each other for several years at school.

After graduation, they defied family opposition and insisted on getting married.

Jiang Liangjin fell silent.