To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Jiang's mother quickly explained, "He really is my son, my youngest son. This is absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you can get a paternity test!"

Song's mother looked at Jiang's mother to make sure she wasn't lying, then frowned and said, "If he really is your son, then I don't understand why Jiang Zhe is dressed in a bespoke suit while your son's clothes are so simple."

Putting everything else aside, just look at the ties you, the eldest son, have bought dozens of outfits for your youngest son!

Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother and father turned to look at Jiang Jinhuan.

They then realized that the other person's clothes didn't fit at all and were a bit too small.

And the clothes are from some no-name brand; this set costs at most a thousand yuan.

Jiang Zhe's tie alone cost tens of thousands of yuan, enough to buy dozens of suits like that.

Jiang Zhe had more than one tie like that.

Jiang's mother's face darkened. She abruptly stood up and glared at Jiang Jinhuan, shouting, "Don't you know why you're here today? How dare you come out dressed like this! You've utterly disgraced the Jiang family!"

Jiang Zhe, standing nearby, smirked, "Jiang Jinhuan, what do you mean by this? What are you doing coming here dressed like this? Are you looking down on Uncle Song and Aunt Song?"

Jiang Jin Huan quickly said, "I didn't have time to buy a suit, so I borrowed one at the last minute, and it doesn't fit perfectly. I really didn't mean to!"

The room fell silent instantly.

"Borrow?" Mrs. Song was utterly surprised, looking up at Mrs. Jiang. "Mrs. Jiang, does your son need to borrow clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother's chest heaved with anger, and she stepped forward and slapped Jiang Jinhuan across the face.

"Jiang Jinhuan, does my Jiang family lack a set of clothes from you? Who are you trying to impress with this outfit? Haven't I given you...?"

Suddenly, Jiang's mother froze, remaining rooted to the spot with her finger still pointing at Jiang Jinhuan.

She remembered that she hadn't bought a single piece of clothing for her youngest son in all these years, let alone had any custom-made.

Jiang's father seemed to realize something at this moment, and his face showed some embarrassment.

Jiang Zhe is their only child, so they only think about him when it comes to food, clothing, and daily necessities.

As for Jiang Jinhuan, it seems they really didn't care. Sometimes they didn't even know he existed in their family.

So naturally, I wouldn't think about buying him any clothes or anything like that.

At this moment, Jiang's mother withdrew her hand, frowned slightly, and said, "Even if I haven't bought you any clothes, can't you buy your own? I give you 100,000 yuan of pocket money every month, have you spent it all?"

Jiang Jinhuan was taken aback for a moment, then his lips twitched. "Mom, I don't have any pocket money!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother flew into a rage: "What did you say? Jiang Jinhuan, you dare to lie?"

Jiang Jinhuan lowered his eyes: "Mom, I didn't lie!"

Jiang's mother snorted coldly, "Fine, fine, fine, you won't admit it, huh?"

She immediately pulled out her phone, made a call, and put it on speakerphone: "Butler, how much money do you give the young master each month for living expenses?"

The butler's voice came through the phone: "Madam, as you instructed, it's 100,000 yuan a month."

Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Jinhuan with icy eyes: "Jiang Jinhuan, what else do you have to say? I never imagined your character was so despicable, lying without batting an eye? You really are from the countryside, your character is so low!"

Jiang's mother, enraged, completely forgot the occasion. Her insults towards Jiang Jinhuan at this moment would only make the Song family more resistant to this marriage alliance.

Jiang Jinhuan paused for a moment, then calmly said, "Mom, I didn't!"

Although his tone was calm, his fingers were fidgeting with the hem of his clothes, making him appear somewhat lost.

Everyone looked at Jiang Jinhuan, and Song's father and mother also frowned slightly.

Even Song Qingci looked at Jiang Jinhuan with a puzzled expression.

The butler's voice came through the still-connected phone again: "Madam, are you referring to Young Master Jin Huan?"

"What's the difference?" Jiang's mother snorted coldly.

The butler stammered, "Madam, have you forgotten? You said that Young Master Jin Huan had just returned from the countryside, and we shouldn't let him develop a habit of spending money recklessly. We have enough to eat and drink at home, and he doesn't need pocket money, so..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother's face turned ugly: "So what?"

The butler said, "That's why Young Master Jin Huan hasn't had any pocket money these past few years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Jiang's mother quickly hung up the phone and looked up at Song's father and mother with some embarrassment.

Jiang's father looked at Jiang's mother in shock and asked, "So he hasn't had a single penny of pocket money in all these years? How is that possible?"

Song Qingci suddenly realized why Ji Xiaoya had told him that his family was poor and that he had to work part-time to pay for his tuition.

Having such parents is truly unlucky.

At this moment, Song's father snorted coldly. He never expected that the Jiang family would care so little about Jiang Jinhuan.

The fact that the other party wanted to arrange a marriage between their neglected son and them showed that they didn't take the Song family seriously at all.

Mr. Song stood up and said, "I think we should call off this marriage alliance. I'll explain to the old man, but don't worry, the cooperation with the Jiang family will still continue!"

Song Yuanshan turned and walked away with a cold voice.

Song's mother also stood up. She realized that the Jiang family didn't take the Song family seriously at all.

Sending a son who is completely disregarded to a marriage alliance is truly outrageous. The Song family is not that lowly.

Jiang's father's expression changed drastically, and he quickly got up and chased after him.

"President Song, President Song, please don't be angry. This child really doesn't know any better, we..."

Jiang Guodong glanced back at Jiang Jinhuan, his eyes filled with anger, and strode back, raising his hand to slap him.

Snapped--

A crisp sound exploded in the private room.

The room fell silent again, and Song Qingci narrowed her eyes.

Mr. and Mrs. Song also stopped in their tracks.

Jiang Jinhuan's face was slapped to one side, and the already tight collar of his suit was pulled crooked, revealing the slightly faded shirt collar underneath.

That slap was quite hard; blood even trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Jin Huan quickly took out a napkin and wiped the blood clean, his movements swift and efficient as if he had done it many times before and was already used to it.

Upon seeing this, Song Qingci narrowed her eyes and looked at Jiang Guodong with a somewhat unfriendly gaze.

"What are you all standing there for?" Jiang Guodong gritted his teeth and glared at Jiang Jinhuan. "Hurry up and apologize to President Song. Not only are you late, but you're also wearing tattered clothes!"

"If you don't have clothes, why don't you just ask for some? I think you're doing this on purpose!"

Jiang Jinhuan slowly turned his head, a clear red mark appearing on his cheek.

Should he go ask for it?

He wanted to go, but what did he get in return? A slap and three days of hunger.

His gaze was calm, so calm that it didn't seem like that of a young man who had just been slapped in public.

He glanced at Jiang Guodong, then at Song Yuanshan, who had already reached the door.

Jiang Zhe sat to the side, holding a teacup in his hand, a mocking smile almost overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Jiang Jinhuan being beaten, he even trembled with excitement.

Jiang Zhe murmured, "You're just a piece of trash that's been thrown away, someone who's dispensable. What makes you think you can compete with me? This time, I'll show you that I'm far superior to you."