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

Jiang's father and mother looked at Jiang Zhe with some doubt.

Jiang's mother asked, "Xiao Zhe, what did you say? What does your brother do? What kind of business does he run? Why does what you're saying sound strange?"

Jiang Zhe said, "No, nothing. Mom and Dad, let my dear younger brother handle this marriage!"

Jiang's mother said, "Xiao Zhe, won't you reconsider? If it were any other family, neither of us would even consider it, but this is the Song family. You know the Song family; they are truly a behemoth, with a century-old, deeply rooted foundation. Being able to establish a relationship with the Song family would mean limitless potential for the future!"

Jiang's mother wanted to persuade him further, after all, she really felt sorry for her son. She said that the so-called shame of marrying into a family was ridiculous. Compared to the benefits, the humiliation brought by marrying into a family was simply not worth mentioning.

Jiang Zhe glanced at Jiang Jinhuan, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Mom and Dad, stop trying to persuade me. I'm the son of the Jiang family, how can I marry into the family? Let's give this opportunity to my younger brother!"

Jiang's parents exchanged a glance, and finally nodded, saying, "Okay, it's settled then. Xiao Zhe, sign now, and everything in this house will be yours!"

They were naturally very happy to be able to keep their most beloved son by their side.

Jiang Zhe said, "But all the family businesses belong to me, and you're not allowed to share them!"

"Of course, the things in this house are yours to begin with! How could you possibly divide them up?"

Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Jinhuan and said, "Also, Jinhuan, your brother was originally supposed to go for this marriage alliance, but since he doesn't want to go, you will go in his place!"

Jiang Jinhuan lowered his head, his fingers scratching at his pants, which were still stained with some black oil, without making a sound.

He hadn't expected that Jiang Zhe would forgo the option of joining a top-tier wealthy family and instead choose to inherit the family business.

Jiang Guodong said in a deep voice, "Jiang Jinhuan, the Song family's daughter will be back from abroad in a few days. I'll take you to see her then! You can leave now!"

Jiang Jinhuan pursed his lips; he still saw only estrangement in his father's eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the only one who could establish a connection with the Song family, he probably wouldn't have bothered saying those words at all.

Jiang Jinhuan walked out of the living room again and went to the storage room next door.

Aunt Zhang, the nanny who was passing by, shook her head slightly: "They're all your own children, why are you so biased?"

Jiang Jinhuan, of course, had no idea what Aunt Zhang was thinking. Upon seeing Aunt Zhang, he immediately flashed a bright smile.

Looking at the smile on Jiang Jinhuan's face, Aunt Zhang said with a touch of sadness, "What a good child. If only he were my own son, how wonderful it would be. How could I bear to let him live such a hard life?"

Jiang Jin Huan returned to his room and tidied up his things briefly.

Then I sat at the simple desk and stared blankly.

He wondered why his brother harbored such hostility towards him. Although his brother often bullied him in the past, he never hated him for no reason.

After all, there was nothing about her that he could hate. Everything—property, family, everything—belonged to him, so he had no reason to hate her.

But just now, Jiang Zhe did feel hatred towards himself, and that hatred was so intense that he was at a loss.

Having been able to read people's expressions since childhood, he can clearly sense everyone's emotions.

So he could clearly feel Jiang Zhe's resentment towards him, but he hadn't done anything.

Is my existence the reason he resents me?

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinhuan pursed his lips, his eyes filled with desolation.

His palms rubbed against the faded trousers.

Since his elder brother had chosen to inherit the family business, the matter of a marriage alliance fell to him.

However, he absolutely cannot become a live-in son-in-law, otherwise his grandmother will come back to life and strangle him.

Therefore, no matter how noble or beautiful the Song family's daughter is, even if she were a goddess from the heavens, she cannot become a live-in son-in-law.

Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to go see my grandma and grandpa even after I die.

But how can you refuse in a reasonable way?

Jiang Jinhuan lightly touched his knee with his finger and then lost his grip.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Although I don't have the right to refuse, it seems the other party can! But how can I get both sides to accept the annulment of the marriage?"

Just as he was deep in thought, his phone rang. It was a call informing him of an interview.

His mood instantly improved, and he completely forgot about Jiang Zhe's unusual behavior.

He happily got up, tidied himself up, and went out.

Just after Jiang Jinhuan left, Jiang Zhe emerged from the shadows.

Looking at Jiang Jinhuan's back, Jiang Zhe sneered: "Jiang Jinhuan, you good-for-nothing, in your previous life you were able to use less than a third of the family's assets to make the Jiang family listed on the stock exchange and enjoy unlimited glory, while I could only hide in the gutter and live a life of poverty and destitution. Why?"

In this life, I will take everything from you—your opportunities, and your perfect wife. This time, they will all be mine.

I will show you that I will always be better than you, that I am the chosen one, and that I simply made the wrong choice.

Jiang Zhe's eyes were filled with a greedy possessiveness.

Luo Qingyi, Jiang Jinhuan's wife in the previous life, was Jiang Jinhuan's virtuous helper. She helped him support half of the sky, and it can be said that Luo Qingyi made an indispensable contribution to the Jiang family's eventual ability to stand on equal footing with the Song family.

In her previous life, this woman was a legend, her fame no less than that of Song Qingci.

More importantly, this woman's beauty was in no way inferior to Song Qingci's.

In his previous life, he watched this woman accompany Jiang Jinhuan to various meetings, and always had stomach medicine with her to prevent Jiang Jinhuan from having an upset stomach, taking care of Jiang Jinhuan like a child.

At first, he thought this woman was faking it; how could someone as outstanding as her like that good-for-nothing Jiang Jin Huan?

But when she rushed into the fire without hesitation to save Jiang Jinhuan, he realized that this woman was willing to die for Jiang Jinhuan.

Why would such a perfect woman become the wife of Jiang Jin Huan, that good-for-nothing?

Fortunately, it's not too late for all of this. Jiang Jinhuan is currently unable to inherit the family business, so he hasn't met Luo Qingyi yet.

In this lifetime, he is determined to make this exceptional woman his own.

Jiang Jinhuan was unaware of Jiang Zhe's thoughts. His interview went very smoothly, and the company highly recognized his abilities.

If everything else is fine, he can start the job.

Jiang Jinhuan was very pleased.

The company he joined this time is called Xingyao, which is the largest group company in Jiangcheng. The salary is very high, enough for him to live a pretty good life.

More importantly, the value of an internship here is much higher than that of an internship arranged by the school.

After all, Xingyao's strength in Jiangcheng is absolutely top-tier.

Furthermore, it seems that Xingyao is a business owned by the Song family.

When he submitted his resume, he had no idea that he would be involved in a marriage alliance with the Song family.

However, he would not give up this opportunity because of this, since he had never thought about marriage alliances and would never marry into another family.

It was already dark when I got home.

I saw Jiang Zhe coming out right in front of me, as if he had been waiting for me there.

"Brother?" Jiang Jinhuan called out cautiously.

Jiang Zhe looked at Jiang Jinhuan with disdain. "What were you doing?"

Jiang Jinhuan was somewhat surprised that Jiang Zhe would care about him, since Jiang Zhe had always been indifferent to him.

However, he still replied, "I'm graduating soon and need an internship, so I found a job!"

Jiang Zhe grew even more disdainful upon hearing this: "Heh, what kind of good job can someone like you find? Besides, you're about to become a son-in-law of the Song family. Do you think the Song family would allow you to go out and work and embarrass them?"

Faced with Jiang Zhe's aggressive gaze, Jiang Jinhuan lowered his eyes, a defensive stance.

His fingers gripped the electric scooter's handlebars tightly as he whispered, "Working isn't shameful. I can support myself! Even if I go to the Song family, I'll still earn my own living!"

Jiang Zhe's face stiffened slightly, then he became somewhat embarrassed and angry: "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Who are you trying to impress? Do you think you can still succeed? Let me tell you, this time the only one who will succeed is me. You're just a bastard, a bastard!"