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

Jiang Zhe became somewhat hysterical, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Jiang Jinhuan was so frightened that he took a step back.

Jiang Zhe stepped forward, shoved the electric scooter in Jiang Jinhuan's hand to the ground, and then stomped on it several times.

Jiang Jinhuan stood frozen in place, not daring to utter a sound.

Because he knew that if he resisted, he would only receive an even more severe beating.

He didn't know why Jiang Zhe was so hostile towards him.

Although the other person hadn't treated him well before, he found that today the other person was unusually hostile towards him.

It felt like I had stolen something that should have belonged to him, even though I hadn't done anything wrong.

Jiang Zhe grabbed Jiang Jinhuan by the collar, pushed him to the ground, and then kicked him several times!

Aunt Zhang watched from the side with a hint of nervousness on her face, but she didn't dare to step forward to stop them.

She knew that if she tried to stop him, Jiang Zhe would beat Jiang Jin Huan even more severely.

At this moment, Jiang Zhe was breathing heavily. Looking at Jiang Jinhuan curled up on the ground, he bent down and patted Jiang Jinhuan's face: "Jiang Jinhuan, this time I will let you know that I will always be stronger than you. Luo Qingyi is mine from now on!"

She's going to be my wife this time, so don't expect her to help you with anything from now on!

Jiang Jinhuan was a little confused. He knew Luo Qingyi; she seemed to be a new assistant his father had hired. She was quite capable, and his father greatly admired her abilities.

However, I only saw her from afar at that time. I was not familiar with Luo Qingyi and we had never even spoken.

But from Jiang Zhe's tone, he could tell that Luo Qingyi and he seemed to have a very deep relationship.

What wife? Will Luo Qingyi become his wife in the future?

But how could that be?

How could a proud woman like Luo Qingyi possibly fall for a good-for-nothing like me, who's not even as good as an illegitimate child?

Jiang Zhe seemed to have gotten tired of fighting and left leisurely.

Jiang Jin Huan was sore all over. He got up and patted the dirt off his body. He was used to it. He was strong and those few blows hadn't hurt him much.

He picked up the electric scooter, then pushed it to the door of the storage room to inspect it carefully. He then took out a wrench from the room and began to repair the scooter.

Judging from his skillful movements, it seems he's done car repairs more than once or twice.

That's how he got the black oil stains on his fingers.

The car was damaged in several places just now, and he has to fix it, otherwise he won't even be able to go out.

Besides, this car is his livelihood; he needs it to work as a chauffeur!

The nanny, watching Jiang Jinhuan who seemed used to being bullied, felt a pang of sadness for no apparent reason.

Judging from Jiang Jinhuan's calm and composed face, he was clearly used to being bullied like this.

The nanny sighed, shook her head, and left. She decided to give Jiang Jinhuan an extra egg today.

By the time Jiang Jinhuan finished repairing the car, it was completely dark.

He squatted at the entrance of the storage room, and by the dim light of the corridor lamp, he used a wrench to straighten the chain that had been stepped on and bent.

His fingers were covered in black engine oil, and dirt was embedded in his fingernails, but he didn't care. He was focused on adjusting the meshing of the gears.

The nanny brought over a bowl of hot soup and gently placed it on the stone steps beside him: "Xiao Chen, eat first, don't fix it anymore."

Jiang Jinhuan looked up and gave a clean smile: "Thank you, Aunt Zhang, it'll be done soon."

Aunt Zhang opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just sighed, turned around and went back into the house.

Jiang Jinhuan picked up the bowl, the warmth of the hot soup seeping through the thin bowl walls to his palms, feeling especially warm in the cool early autumn night.

He sipped his drink slowly, his gaze fixed on the brightly lit living room of the main house in the distance.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see Jiang Zhe sitting on the sofa, his parents talking to him, his mother laughing so hard she was doubled over.

That kind of scene never belonged to him.

Jiang Jinhuan lowered his eyes, finished the last sip of soup in his bowl, and continued to bury himself in repairing the car.

The next day was Saturday, and Jiang Jinhuan, who rarely didn't have a part-time job, stayed in the storage room reading.

This storage room was originally a small cubicle next to the villa used to store gardening tools and other odds and ends. It was about ten square meters in size. After barely fitting a single bed and a desk, there was only a narrow passageway left.

Several rusty shovels hung on the wall, and various toolboxes were nearby. The air was filled with the damp, musty smell and the odor of engine oil stains.

But Jiang Jin Huan was already very satisfied.

After all, this place is closer to my parents, unlike in the countryside where I might not see them for years.

He was looking at a marketing book he had borrowed from the library when his phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

"Hello Jiang Jinhuan, this is the Human Resources Department of Xingyao Group. Congratulations on passing the interview. Please bring the relevant materials to the group headquarters at 9:00 AM next Monday to complete the onboarding procedures."

Jiang Jinhuan stared at the text message for a full minute, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Xingyao Group.

The Song family, a top-tier wealthy family, has a conglomerate whose business covers multiple fields including real estate, finance, and technology.

Finding a job at such a company, even just the most basic position, would be a tremendous blessing for him.

He carefully took a screenshot of the text message, saved it, then put his phone in his pocket and continued reading.

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside.

Jiang Jinhuan glanced out the window of the storage room—a black sedan slowly pulled up in front of the villa.

Then a woman in a business suit got out of the car.

Her legs were long and straight, and she was tall and slender. The curves of her body were outlined in a breathtaking arc under the setting sun.

However, because of the distance, he could not see the woman's appearance clearly.

Jiang Jinhuan narrowed his eyes; he recognized him.

This woman was Luo Qingyi, and this was the second time he had met her.

They are still very far apart.

Luo Qingyi walked slowly through the villa's gate with her long, slender legs and disappeared from his sight.

Jiang Jinhuan recalled what Jiang Zhe had said to him yesterday.

"Luo Qingyi is mine from now on! She will be my wife! You can forget about getting any help from her!"

He frowned, not quite understanding what Jiang Zhe's inexplicable words meant.

He had never crossed paths with Luo Qingyi. She was an assistant to his father, and he was never allowed to go to the company. How could she possibly have anything to do with him?

He continued reading; the matter had nothing to do with him.

But soon after, there was a knock on his door, and the nanny, Aunt Zhang, said, "Young Master Jin Huan, Chairman Jiang wants you to go to the living room!"

Jiang Jinhuan was taken aback. His father had never let him get involved in these things before, so why was he being asked to go to the living room this time?

But when his father called him over, he dared not disobey.

Jiang Jinhuan washed his hands, changed into a relatively clean shirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards the living room of the main house.

The atmosphere in the living room was far more subtle than he had imagined.

Father Jiang Guodong sat in the main seat, holding several documents in his hands, clearly having just been discussing work.

Jiang Wanru, the mother, sat to the side, serving tea to the guests.

Jiang Zhe sat next to his parents, wearing a well-tailored dark blue casual suit, his hair was meticulously styled, and he looked energetic and presentable.

But Jiang Jinhuan noticed that Jiang Zhe's eyes looked strange.

His gaze was fixed on the person sitting on the opposite sofa, his eyes filled with greed, desire, and a hint of fear.

Jiang Jinhuan followed his gaze and finally saw what Assistant Luo looked like.

Luo Qingyi was wearing a simple white shirt paired with black high-waisted wide-leg pants. Her long hair was loosely tied back, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbone.

Her features are stunning, her temperament is capable and aloof, and there is a composure and confidence in her eyes that transcends her age.

She was holding a cup of tea, leaning back comfortably on the sofa, her gaze sweeping casually over everyone in the living room.

When her gaze passed over Jiang Zhe, there was no ripple of emotion, as if she were looking at an ordinary stranger.

But when her gaze fell on Jiang Jinhuan, who had just walked in, the cup of tea swayed slightly.

"And who is this?" she asked, her voice clear and pleasant.