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

"So, what do you want to do here this time? Get revenge on us?" Jiang's father asked.

"Revenge? Heh, you don't deserve it!" Jiang Zhe's voice wasn't loud, but it sent chills down everyone's spine.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Jiang Zhe gave a strange smile: "What do I want to do? Heh! What do you all think?"

"Don't go too far!"

"Excessive? Old Deng, weren't the things you did in the past excessive? When you made Jiang Jinhuan leave with nothing on the spot, did you feel that you were being excessive? When you didn't give him a single penny of pocket money for several years, did you feel that you were being excessive?"

When you made him live in the storage room, did you feel like you were being unreasonable?

Now you're saying I went too far?

Jiang's father gripped the sofa armrest, his lips trembling several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Jiang Zhe did not rush to answer.

A mocking smile played on his lips.

"I don't want much." The scar at the corner of his mouth twitched with his smile, like a centipede crawling across his face.

Then he held out a cell phone, "First, I want you to go and tell that bastard to return what belongs to me to him."

The shares, the villa, those cars, and everything else—not a single one can be missing, not a single one can be omitted!

Jiang's mother's lips moved slightly: "Those were all signed for transfer back then, precisely to reduce your sentence. I told you about this a long time ago, and you agreed. How come now..."

"You can sign it again once you've signed it," Jiang Zhe interrupted her impatiently.

Jiang Zhe smirked, "You're his parents. If you ask, would he dare refuse?"

Jiang's father gritted his teeth and said, "He has already severed ties with us! It was you who brought it up, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

After how we treated him, do you think he'd still listen to us?

Jiang Zhe sneered, "I don't care about that, that's your business. What I want is a result!"

He raised his hand and pulled down his sleeve, revealing a dark red scar on his wrist.

The scar was long and wide, with stitches on both sides, and it looked frightening.

Jiang Zhe pointed to the scar, "If you can't do it, then I'll take it back in my own way, and I don't think you'll like it!"

Jiang's mother asked in a trembling voice, "Xiao Zhe... what's this in your hand...?"

After all, she's a mother, and she just can't bear to see her beloved child get hurt!

Jiang Zhe glanced down at his wrist, a smirk playing on his lips. "Isn't it obvious? I was slashed with a knife. But the guy who slashed me was in even worse shape! I cut off all four of his limbs, and I gouged out his eyes!"

Jiang Zhe spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he were talking about something that didn't concern him.

But it's terrifying!

"What...what exactly did you do outside?" Jiang's father's voice was hoarse.

Jiang Zhe didn't turn around, and said sarcastically, "You have no right to ask what I do, nor are you worthy to know!"

A brief silence fell over the living room once again.

Jiang's mother slumped onto the sofa, tears streaming silently down her face.

"It's all over now, there's no turning back!"

She probably never imagined that her beloved eldest son would turn out like this!

If someone commits murder, they can forget about ever standing openly in the sunlight for the rest of their life!

Jiang Zhe sat on the sofa, put his legs up on the coffee table, and lit a cigarette.

He took a deep breath and looked at Jiang's mother and sister-in-law, "There's one more thing I need you to do!"

"What?"

"I need to find an opportunity to call my dear younger brother out; I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with him!"

Jiang's mother's face turned pale instantly, her eyes filled with terror.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Jiang Zhe exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone becoming playful, and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to him. I just want to say a few words to him and clarify things from the past."

Jiang's mother looked at him, a sense of inexplicable fear welling up inside her.

She doesn't trust him.

She didn't know which of her son's words were true and which were false.

"Is it really just talk?" Jiang's mother asked.

"certainly!"

"Xiao Zhe... your dad's right, you've changed." She lowered her head, her voice very soft. "You've become someone who scares me."

Jiang Zhe was silent for two seconds, then chuckled.

The laughter gradually became more unrestrained, sending a chill down Jiang's mother's spine.

After laughing, Jiang Zhe said, "Mom, you never thought I was scary before."

You used to just find Jiang Jinhuan an eyesore. What, are you starting to feel sorry for him now?

Jiang's mother did not answer, but just lowered her head, tears dripping onto the back of her hand.

She used to find Jiang Jinhuan an eyesore, but that wasn't out of dislike; it was out of guilt.

That deep-seated guilt made her unwilling to get close to Jiang Jinhuan.

She originally thought she disliked Jiang Jinhuan, but when she learned that Jiang Jinhuan was almost killed by Jiang Zhe, she nearly fainted.

That worry wasn't unfounded; she realized then that she had been deceiving herself all along.

Now she is genuinely worried about Jiang Jinhuan, her youngest son!

But it seems too late!

Jiang Zhe didn't wait for her reply and got up to walk towards the door.

When he reached the entrance, he stopped without turning around.

I'll be waiting for your call tomorrow afternoon.

Also, if you tell him I'm out of prison, you'll have to bear the consequences yourselves!

When Jiang's father met Jiang Zhe's gaze, he knew that Jiang Zhe was not warning him, but stating the facts!

He didn't care whether they lived or died at all!

The door closed behind him with a dull thud.

The living room fell silent again.

Jiang's father sat on the sofa, motionless for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang's mother huddled in the corner of the sofa, covering her face, and murmured, "Were we... really wrong back then?"

Jiang's father did not answer.

They were all mistaken. The outstanding son they thought he was had actually wanted his younger brother to die years ago.

But why? Why does he hate Jiang Jinhuan so much?

They are clearly brothers.

Some say that human nature is innate, and that it's true that people are born bad!

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, and the streetlights on both sides of the street lit up, illuminating everything inside the house in a dim light.

The teacup that Jiang Zhe had put back on the coffee table still had a dried tea stain on its rim, as if the person from before had never left.

"What do we do now?" Jiang's mother asked.

"Let's make a call. Maybe if we get the things back, Xiao Zhe will be more restrained and won't lay a hand on Jin Huan!"

When Jiang's father said those words, even he himself didn't believe it!

"How did it turn out like this? What went wrong?"

When Jiang Jinhuan received the call from his mother, he was in his dormitory packing his clothes for tomorrow's graduation ceremony.

The name "Mom" was displayed on his phone screen; he hadn't seen that name on caller ID for a long time.

Looking at the caller ID, he felt inexplicably nervous!