Chapter 61: The Fiancée Turns to Su Chen

The commotion at the entrance of the Jiang Mansion quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers.

"Oh my, isn't this Young Master Su Yong of the Su Family?"

"Tsk tsk, it seems the rumors are true; the eldest miss of the Jiang Family has heartlessly broken off the engagement."

"How pitiful, a perfectly good marriage has just flown away like that."

"You can't blame anyone for this; people climb to higher places just as water flows to lower ones. If you want to blame someone, blame Su Yong for not being worthy of the Jiang Family's eldest miss. If she were to marry Su Yong, that would truly be a disaster."

"How could someone as celestial as the Jiang Family's eldest miss take a fancy to such a piece of trash?"

The surrounding discussions rang out, with all sorts of vicious and mocking words coming one after another.

Su Yong, who was already in a state of fury, became even angrier upon hearing this.

"Screw your mothers, all of you shut up! Get lost, all of you get the hell out of here!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing his fingers at the passersby all around as if he wanted to kill them.

Unfortunately, no one was afraid at all, because he was no longer the high-spirited young master of the Su Family he once was; his reputation had long since been ruined. No one feared him, and even the looks they gave him were filled with contempt.

At this moment, Su Yong felt as if the sky had collapsed.

"Haha, serves you right!"

"Exactly, so you have a day like this too!"

"Su Yong, you piece of trash, you coward!"

In every corner of the streets and alleys, there was no telling how many people were spitting at Su Yong and hurling insults, wishing they could rush up and give him a sound beating.

Su Yong's face was as pale as paper, and his body trembled violently.

A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs.

At this moment, he finally realized how helpless he was after losing his power in the Su Family.

"I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled!"

Su Yong's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a long howl toward the sky.

"Heh, Su Yong, so what if you aren't reconciled? You are destined to be nothing more than a stray dog!"

Just as Su Yong was overcome with grief, a cold, mocking laugh suddenly rang out.

A woman of about twenty years old was seen walking slowly out from the gates of the Jiang Mansion, a thick sense of mockery hanging on her pretty face.

She was none other than Su Yong's childhood sweetheart and fiancée—Jiang Ruoyun.

She wore a light green dress, her jet-black hair tied into a simple bun hanging over her shoulders, revealing a slender neck and fair earlobes. Her features were exquisite, her waist slim, her skin as white as snow, and with bright eyes and white teeth, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ruoyun, my dear, it's you..."

Seeing the beautiful woman before him, Su Yong suddenly lifted his head, a glimmer of joy appearing.

Regardless of anything else, Jiang Ruoyun had been his childhood sweetheart since they were young, and he still held some expectations—expectations that the two of them could reconcile.

Yet, what greeted him was Jiang Ruoyun's cold, heartless face and undisguised look of mockery.

Facing Jiang Ruoyun's mockery, Su Yong asked with a look of confusion, "Ruoyun, my dear, why must you do this?"

"Why?"

Jiang Ruoyun let out a cold snort and mocked, "Have you forgotten that the only reason I entered into an engagement with you back then was entirely because of your father? Now that your father has been dead for many years, this engagement of ours naturally has no need to exist."

"Is it because you've taken a fancy to that piece of trash, Su Chen?" Su Yong asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes!"

Jiang Ruoyun nodded and admitted without hesitation, "Young Master of the Su Family, Su Chen, is no piece of trash. His potential far exceeds your expectations. If I can attach myself to him and become his concubine, it would be the best thing possible for our Jiang Family."

Although the Jiang Family's strength is not weak, compared to the behemoth that is the Su Family, it still falls far short.

Jiang Ruoyun was crystal clear about this in her heart.

As a smart woman, Jiang Ruoyun knew that knowing how to choose was the wisest path.

After all, Su Chen is the future heir of the Su Family; if she could truly become his woman, the benefits for the Jiang Family would be infinite.

Upon hearing these words, Su Yong felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His entire being instantly became dejected, and he stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling onto the ground on his backside.

"My dear Ruoyun, you've changed..."

He muttered to himself after a long while.

Many images from the past flashed through his mind—some happy, some regretful, but none that were sorrowful.

His heart was filled with loss and pain.

So, in Jiang Ruoyun's heart, she had never placed him there at all; he was merely a tool for her to trade for benefits.

All these years, his wishful thinking had been nothing more than flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water; it was merely his own one-sided desire.

"Su Yong, all of this is your own doing!"

Jiang Ruoyun looked at him coldly.

She was not wrong; since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes. If one is a man, one must make oneself powerful.

Only the strong can rewrite their own destiny.

Jiang Ruoyun believed that with her excellent looks and figure, it was enough to make Su Chen fall at her feet.

"Su Yong, you can leave now. Remember, never step foot into the Jiang Mansion again, or don't blame my Jiang Family for being heartless."

Jiang Ruoyun cast a cold glance at Su Yong and turned to return to the Jiang Mansion.

Only at this moment did Su Yong realize in a daze that from the very beginning, he and she were destined to be two parallel lines, destined never to have any ending.

"Heh, Jiang Family, very well..."

He straightened his body, took a deep breath, and tried hard to suppress the sorrow in his heart. Then, he dragged his unsteady footsteps and walked slowly forward, his back appearing exceptionally lonely and desolate.

The onlookers in the streets and alleys watched Su Yong's gradually receding figure, and countless people sighed.

The once infinitely glorious eldest young master of the Su Family, who had been so imposing, had fallen to such a miserable state after his father died; it was truly enough to make one sigh.

Su Yong had no goal and no motivation; he just wandered aimlessly, like a marionette.

Unknowingly, he had already arrived at the entrance of a residence.

The residence had high walls and green tiles, with its vermilion gate tightly shut, faintly exuding an imposing aura.

"Young Master Su, you have finally arrived!"

Just at this moment, a middle-aged man hurried over, his rapid breathing revealing his excited state of mind.

He quickly scanned Su Yong's disheveled appearance, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

According to the past, every time Su Yong came here, he would always be high-spirited, arrogant, and radiating an aura of confidence.

But why did he look like a defeated rooster this time?

Su Yong did not respond to the middle-aged man's words; he only remained silent for a moment before asking in a hoarse voice, "Is everyone here?"

"Everyone is here; they have been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me inside!"

The middle-aged man looked left and right down the street, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, he led Su Yong straight into the depths of the residence.

The residence occupied a vast area, with pavilions, towers, rockeries, ponds, carved railings, and jade steps, all magnificent and showing off a luxurious style.

Passing through layers of courtyards, the two walked into a lavishly decorated, magnificent building; as soon as they entered the main hall, noisy sounds immediately reached them.

Inside sat some death warriors, who were gathered in groups of three or five, discussing something.

But seeing the middle-aged man bring Su Yong in, they immediately stopped their discussion, their gazes all turning toward them in unison.

"Young Master Su!"

Everyone stood up in unison and bowed to him, their faces full of respect.

Su Yong nodded slightly, then sat down in the main seat.

Seeing this scene, the others immediately fell silent and stood quietly to the side.

Looking at the more than one hundred death warriors in the hall, their cultivation was at least at the peak of the Small Saint Realm, with more than half of them being experts at the Great Saint Realm or above, and there was no lack of some mighty figures at the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

These were the foundations his father had secretly left for him.

This lineup could be called terrifying to the extreme.

"Su Chen, it is all you who forced me! You deserve to die!"

Seeing so many death warriors, Su Yong regained his confidence, a trace of ruthlessness suddenly shooting from his eyes as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

At the same time, he clenched his fists until they cracked, wishing he could tear Su Chen into ten thousand pieces.

(End of this chapter)