Chapter 86: What If We're Found Out?

Jiang Huan and Jiang Yun were detained by the police for several days, and they became obedient.

Today they were finally released.

When the two came out, Cheng Siqing wore a mask and personally came to pick them up.

Seeing that the two showed no signs of abuse, Cheng Siqing was not surprised.

Jiang Huan's face was already dark; seeing her mask covering most of her face made him even more annoyed.

He didn't stop his steps, merely giving her a cold glance.

Jiang Yun, on the other hand, remained relatively calm and spoke first: "Aunt Cheng."

"Ah Yun." Cheng Siqing nodded in response.

Only then did Jiang Huan stop walking: "How did you come?"

"You come, and you even wear a mask—are you disgusted by my disgrace!"

Cheng Siqing lightly coughed twice, rubbed the nonexistent tears at her eyes, her voice strained with feigned sobbing: "Ah Huan, you don't know—without you, I can't eat, I can't sleep, night after night I worry you're suffering in there, and you even ran a fever for days..."

As she spoke, she slightly lowered her gaze, appearing somewhat pitiful, like she was in her youth.

Jiang Huan had also actively pursued her.

Moreover, he was by no means cold-hearted.

Over the years since marrying into the family, Cheng Siqing has always been gentle and considerate toward him and Jiang Yun, never overstepping.

So, hearing her say this, Jiang Huan's heart was moved; he reached out and pulled her closer to him.

His tone softened: "Enough, you're grown—stop crying."

Seeing his expression ease, Cheng Siqing, satisfied, said softly: "Let's go home; I've made soup to nourish you."

"Okay."

As the three were about to get in the car, Jiang Yun's phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, frowned slightly, and stepped aside to answer.

Whatever was said on the other end, Jiang Yun's face gradually darkened.

He hung up, turned to look at Jiang Huan, and his eyes now held a hint of gloom.

"Dad," Jiang Yun said, voice low and through gritted teeth, "Jiang Liangjin that brat is going to compete in the National Physics Competition tomorrow; if he places in the top three, he'll get a recommended admission quota to a top university!"

Jiang Liangjin has always had excellent grades, winning only first-place prizes; he never falls behind others.

He's also outstanding in looks; from childhood, others have seen him as a role model to emulate in study...

Jiang Yun's eyes welled with jealousy.

"Why, just because we're both Jiang family, can Jiang Liangjin slack off while I must strive?"

Even the young lady from the Mu and Song families is his childhood sweetheart!

The young masters of the Yu and Gu families also play with him.

He also has many admirers, everyone fawns over him!

Jiang Liangjin is nothing more than having a good father, a good brain, and good looks...

If it weren't for Jiang Liangjin and Jiang Su, the Jiang family would belong to him and his father!

Hearing this, the anger Jiang Huan had just suppressed flared up again; he snorted coldly: "We've been held at the police station for nearly a week! He, meanwhile, at his young age already occupies the Jiang clan and still isn't enough—he wants to gain a recommended admission quota through competition! Does he think he'll have it easy? No way!"

Cheng Siqing stepped forward at the right moment, gently stirring: "Ah Huan, this child Jiang Liangjin truly shows too much sharpness... At fifteen he already controls the Jiang clan! If he also gets a recommended admission quota, will we still have a foothold in the Jiang family?"

Jiang Yun gave a sinister smile: "Dad, Aunt Cheng, rest assured—I plan to have someone investigate the competition's procedures; then, with just a little tampering, we can keep him from even entering the venue! Or we could rig things to give him a reputation for cheating..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huan's face finally showed a hint of ruthless smile: "Good! Ah Yun, your plan is thorough—I, Dad, support you!"

As long as we can make Jiang Liangjin fall, any amount of money spent will be worth it!

Cheng Siqing watched the father and son, self-satisfied, and the corner of her mouth twitched into an extremely faint arc, then quickly faded.

She worried: "Won't this be too risky? What if we're found out..."

"What if we're found out—so what!"

Jiang Huan impatiently cut her off, eyes full of resentment: "Jiang Liangjin managed to lock me up once—could he keep me imprisoned for life? This time I must make him understand that the Jiang family's assets are not something a mere brat can just seize!"

Moreover...

He narrowed his eyes: "Even if we're exposed then, could the old man really drive out his own son?"

The old man didn't have anyone pull them out; he just values family harmony!

Jiang Huan had just checked his phone—the old man hadn't spread word of their detention; apparently he still cares about them.

Jiang Yun also chimed in: "Aunt Cheng, rest assured—I will leave no evidence."

Cheng Siqing watched the father and son, full of confidence, and the corner of her mouth twitched into an extremely faint arc, too quick to catch.

She lightly nodded: "Then you... must be careful."

The next day.

Jiang Liangjin was on his way to the competition.

He sat in the back seat, the brim of his baseball cap pressed slightly low, shading the faint chill in his eyes and revealing a clean-cut jawline.

His fingertips idly tapped the phone; the screen showed a selfie Mu Youyu had sent the night before—the little girl playing outside, making a scissor sign at the camera.

It let a softness unconsciously spread in his eyes.

"Young Master, the side gate of Shi Yi Zhong is just ahead—closest to the auditorium!" the driver eased off the speed, tone respectful.

Jiang Liangjin gave a faint response.

Just then, a black van suddenly sped from the rear diagonal, moving at abnormal speed, heading straight for Jiang Liangjin's car!

The screech of tires scraping the ground shattered the morning's tranquility, full of undisguised malice.

The driver, seeing this, immediately steadied his mind, sat upright, and slammed the accelerator.

Jiang Liangjin remained seated calmly in the back seat, not even frowning.

His eyes beneath the brim lifted slightly, a flash of icy sharpness passing through, and the smile on his lips had already faded.

He didn't even lift his head to look at the out‑of‑control car, merely raising his chin slightly.

When the vehicle was about to crash, two black sedans suddenly came from front and rear to flank it.

Several black sedans all charged straight at the minibus!

"Boom—" a loud bang.

The minibus had no time to adjust its direction before it slammed hard into the side of one of the black sedans, the body instantly deforming and glass shards flying.

This caused the surrounding drivers to shout and curse.

"Damn! Don't you guys have a death wish?!"

"Driving this fast, are you rushing to be reborn?!"

"Are you sick? You dare drive an unlicensed minibus and recklessly charge ahead!"

"Is this on purpose? In broad daylight, you want to hit someone?"

"……"

Throughout, Jiang Liangjin leaned against the back seat, not even lifting his eyelids.

Five minutes later, the car pulled up steadily at the gate of Shi Yi Zhong.

Jiang Liangjin opened the car door, the brim of his duckbill cap lifting slightly to reveal a pair of clear, cold eyes.

His posture was straight and tall, his black shirt outlining a slender figure; though his attire was simple, he somehow exuded an air of noble bearing, as if born to be a superior.

As soon as he stepped out, he drew the gazes of many nearby people.

"Damn, there's a handsome guy over there…"

"He's way too handsome! His aura is so strong, I don't dare approach—what should I do?!"

"That's Lan Lin, Young Master Jiang, ahhhhh!!"

"He's already inherited the company—does he still need a recommendation slot?"

"With him in the competition, aren't we all doomed? What are we even competing for…?"

"……"

Gu Xingnan and Yu Ci, having nothing to do, came to see him off.

Jiang Liangjin greeted the two of them, then headed toward the auditorium.