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

Song Yuanshan stopped in his tracks, not expecting his actions to result in Jiang Jinhuan being beaten.

Jiang's father was completely unaware of why he was leaving.

He didn't realize his mistake at all.

There is absolutely no need for such people to form an alliance through marriage.

"President Jiang, there's no need." Song Yuanshan's voice was indifferent. "Although I, Song Yuanshan, am indebted to your Jiang family, I would never allow my daughter to marry into a family where even the son doesn't treat him like a son."

These words were extremely harsh, and they clearly stated the reason for his dissatisfaction this time.

Jiang Guodong's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He turned around and glared fiercely at Jiang Jinhuan, his eyes conveying a clear message: "Look what you've done."

Even though the other party had made their point clear, he still believed it was Jiang Jinhuan's fault. In his opinion, if Jiang Jinhuan had dressed more properly, there wouldn't have been this problem.

Instead of considering that Jiang Jinhuan simply couldn't afford a bespoke suit.

After all, those clothes cost hundreds of thousands.

Jiang Jin Huan ignored that gaze.

He was contemplating the current situation. Although he didn't want to marry into the family, he also didn't want his parents to lose their interests because of him, since they were his biological parents.

Call him a woman's sentimentality or a coward, but all these years he's lived without dignity in the Jiang family just to experience the parental love he'd never known before.

So even if there's only the slightest chance, he's willing to try, even if it's just to get a look of approval from them.

He took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Song, please wait."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout the private room, bringing quiet down.

Song Yuanshan paused in his steps.

It wasn't because these words carried any weight, but because the young man's tone was far too calm.

She was so calm that it didn't seem like she had just been humiliated or that her parents had just publicly exposed her shortcomings.

Song Yuanshan turned slightly to the side, glancing at Jiang Jinhuan out of the corner of his eye.

Jiang Jinhuan was no longer timid and submissive. He straightened his chest, his eyes were firm and calm, and his whole demeanor changed, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Song Yuanshan asked, still having some tolerance for Jiang Jinhuan.

At the same time, both Song's mother and Song Qingci looked at Jiang Jinhuan.

Especially Song Qingci, ever since Jiang Jinhuan came in, her gaze has been fixed on him.

Looking at Jiang Jinhuan, whose demeanor had changed drastically, she became even more interested.

Jiang Jinhuan took a step forward, his movements calm and unhurried, his back straight.

The borrowed suit definitely didn't fit him properly.

Strangely enough, when he stood up straight, the ill-fitting clothes became less important.

"Uncle Song, may I ask you a question?"

Jiang Guodong's expression changed, and he raised his hand to strike again: "How dare you say another word—"

"President Jiang." Song Yuanshan raised his hand to stop Jiang Guodong's movement, his gaze falling on Jiang Jinhuan's face. "Ask away."

Jiang Jinhuan looked at Song Yuanshan and said, word by word, "When Uncle Song chooses a son-in-law, is it the person's ability or his status that matters?"

The private room fell silent for a moment.

Jiang Zhe scoffed, "Jiang Jinhuan, are you out of your mind? Ability? What ability do you have? The ability to farm in the countryside?"

Jiang's mother frowned and said, "Jin Huan, don't cause trouble here. Get out of here!"

She didn't think her son had any special abilities.

Jiang Jin Huan did not look at them.

His gaze remained fixed on Song Yuanshan, as if he were waiting for an answer.

This was the first time he had ever been so stubborn in front of his parents, as if he had used up all his courage!

His hands still looked clumsy, but his eyes were calm and determined.

Song Qingci looked at Jiang Jinhuan with increasing curiosity, her eyes filled with growing interest.

Song Yuanshan remained silent for a few seconds before slowly turning around.

He looked the young man over again.

The handprint on his face was still glaringly red.

But his eyes were very bright.

That kind of brightness is not the arrogance of a young person who is ignorant of the immensity of the world, but something that has not been extinguished even after experiencing cold looks and contempt.

"Do you think you have the ability?" Song Yuanshan asked.

"I dare not say how capable I am," Jiang Jinhuan said calmly, "but I would like to ask Uncle Song to give me a chance, three months, to prove myself."

"Three months?" Jiang Zhe put down his teacup, laughing unrestrainedly. "Jiang Jinhuan, do you think this is an exam in school? What proof do you have? You're from the countryside, what proof do you have of your abilities?"

He paused, his tone dripping with mockery: "With your borrowed suit? Or with your current shabby appearance?"

These words were so harsh that even Jiang's mother frowned slightly.

But she didn't say anything.

Mr. and Mrs. Song became even more suspicious. Was this Jiang Zhe really a member of the Jiang family? Shouldn't he be fighting for the Jiang family's interests now? Why was he targeting Jiang Jinhuan at every turn?

After Jiang Zhe finished speaking, he glanced at Song Qingci, wanting to show off his superiority.

But he discovered that Song Qingci's gaze was not on him at all.

The person she kept seeing was Jiang Jinhuan.

This discovery made Jiang Zhe's face contort in a grimace.

Song Qingci remained silent, her gaze fixed on Jiang Jinhuan.

She noticed something from the very first word he spoke.

When most people are publicly humiliated, they either feel angry, panicked, or humiliated.

But Jiang Jin Huan doesn't seem to have any of those.

His emotions were like a deep pool; had he become numb? Had these humiliations happened frequently before?

"Three months!" Jiang Jinhuan repeated. "Three months from now, Uncle Song, if you feel I am not capable enough, this marriage will be called off, and I will explain the situation to Old Master Song. I will definitely not put you in a difficult position. But if I can do that..."

"What can you do?" Song Yuanshan asked.

Just as Jiang Jinhuan was about to speak, Jiang Zhe suddenly stood up.

"Dad, I think he's deliberately stalling for time here, trying to make the Jiang family lose face in front of Uncle Song."

Jiang Zhe walked up to Jiang Jinhuan and looked him up and down. "Look at yourself. From head to toe, what part of you looks like someone with ability?"

He reached out and tugged at Jiang Jinhuan's sleeve: "You can't even borrow clothes that fit, and you're talking to me about ability?"

Jiang Jin Huan let him tug at his sleeve, neither dodging nor getting angry.

"Ability isn't determined by whether clothes fit," he said.

"Then what are you looking at?" Jiang Zhe laughed, "Your diploma from that rural school?"

"Jiangcheng University," Jiang Jinhuan said.

The private room fell silent for a moment.

Jiangcheng University?

Jiang Zhe was taken aback for a moment, then sneered: "Jiangcheng University? You?"

In his previous life, he only knew that Jiang Jinhuan had reached a point where he could stand on equal footing with the Song family.

However, he believed that it was Luo Qingyi's achievement and had nothing to do with him.

He didn't even bother to ask which university Jiang Jinhuan attended.

Of course, in his previous life, he was trying his best to please Song Qingci and didn't pay any attention to Jiang Jinhuan's affairs, so he naturally didn't know which school he had been admitted to.

He was genuinely surprised to hear that he had been admitted to Jiangcheng University.

Jiang's mother also looked puzzled: "When did you get into Jiangcheng University?"

Jiang Jinhuan looked at her, his gaze calm: "Three years ago, the college entrance examination!"