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

Jiang Jinhuan stood below the stage, listening to the discussions, his face expressionless.

His gaze shifted from Jiang Zhe to Song's father and mother in the crowd.

His gaze continued to move, sweeping over the unfamiliar faces, those expressions of curiosity, sympathy, schadenfreude, and indifference.

Song Qingci stood in the center of the crowd, her face deathly pale.

She looked at Jiang Jinhuan, her lips trembling slightly.

She didn't know what had happened, or why things had turned out this way. She had only spoken a few words to her father, and in just a few minutes, everything had changed.

She wanted to go over and ask him what was going on, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

Old Chen's expression was solemn. He shifted his gaze from Jiang Jinhuan to the smug Jiang Zhe.

And there was Jiang Guodong, who looked completely blank.

Old Chen said, "The Jiang family asked me to be a witness, haha, actually, I can't be a witness. As the saying goes, even an upright official can't settle family disputes."

Putting aside whether this relationship can be completely severed, the first question is whether it's legal.

The crowd paused for a moment, then began to whisper among themselves.

"That's true, is that legal? Even illegitimate children have inheritance rights now. You're just talking nonsense and want your own son to leave with nothing? Is that legal?"

Old Chen said, "So, after careful consideration, I've decided that the Jiang family should resolve this themselves. I won't act as a so-called witness!"

Jiang Zhe's expression turned somewhat unpleasant upon hearing this.

But he wouldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Even if we can't get Mr. Chen to testify, we still need to show our stance.

This will confirm the matter.

Since Old Chen refuses to testify, then he will do it himself.

Thinking this, he spoke again: "I'm just asking everyone to bear witness that from today onwards, Jiang Jinhuan is leaving the family with nothing and has nothing to do with my Jiang family anymore!"

Instead of looking at Jiang Zhe, everyone looked at Jiang Guodong.

He is the one who can make this decision.

Jiang Jinhuan looked at Jiang Guodong, who was expressionless, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He had longed for family affection for twenty years, but in the end, he still didn't get it.

Let's just separate like this, so that we don't end up not even being able to part peacefully.

Jiang Guodong then spoke up, "I hereby announce that Jiang Jinhuan is no longer a member of the Jiang family, and his affairs will have nothing to do with the Jiang family from now on."

The crowd was in an uproar; they hadn't expected Jiang Guodong to actually say that.

Jiang Jinhuan casually picked up a glass of wine from the table next to him and looked at Jiang Zhe.

"Brother!" Jiang Jinhuan suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

Jiang Zhe's smile froze for a moment: "What, regretting it?"

Jiang Jinhuan shook his head: "No regrets! This is also the last time I'll call you 'brother.' I only want to ask you one question."

Jiang Zhe looked at him and sneered, "Ask away, whether you answer or not depends on my mood!"

"Why do you hate me so much?" Jiang Jinhuan asked. "I'm not adopted; I'm your biological brother. You've hated me since the first day I came to the Jiang family. Why?"

This is a question he has never been able to understand.

Jiang Zhe had never liked him. On the day Jiang Guodong asked them to choose between inheriting the family business or getting married, he clearly felt Jiang Zhe's hatred for him.

That kind of venomous, deep-seated hatred came so suddenly.

But at that time he never thought about fighting for anything or grabbing anything. Everything in the Jiang family was his, so why did he hate himself so much?

The lobby was so quiet you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.

All eyes were on Jiang Zhe, waiting for his answer.

They were also curious as to why Jiang Zhe hated Jiang Jin Huan to such an irrational degree.

Everyone guessed that Jiang Jinhuan must have unintentionally done something unforgivable.

Otherwise, Jiang Zhe wouldn't hate his own brother so much.

But Jiang Jin Huan doesn't seem like that kind of person.

So what exactly happened here that made Jiang Zhe hate Jiang Jinhuan to such an extent?

Jiang Zhe's expression changed upon hearing this.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

He couldn't say that he had been reborn, nor could he say that in his previous life he saw Jiang Jinhuan achieve great success while he himself was down on his luck, so he was jealous, so jealous that he wished Jiang Jinhuan would die immediately.

They wanted to come up with other excuses, but the Song family was still watching.

His so-called excuses would probably be exposed if spoken aloud.

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Zhe blurted out in a moment of impulsiveness, "There's no reason, I just can't stand you."

Everyone thought they were going to hear some secrets of a wealthy family, but in the end, you just didn't like the person.

What is the reason for this?

This kind of person is simply incomprehensible.

Everyone looked at Jiang Zhe with disdain, as did Jiang Guodong.

At this moment, everyone around Jiang Zhe probably labeled him as someone who couldn't be associated with.

This kind of person might start to dislike you at any time.

Jiang Jinhuan looked into his eyes for a few seconds, then smiled.

There was no bitterness or resentment in that smile, only a sense of relief and ease.

If there were a reason, he would indeed be conflicted, but since there is no reason, then it is just his nature, and nature cannot be changed, so the contradictions cannot be reconciled.

"Okay! I understand!" Jiang Jinhuan nodded, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes disappearing.

He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the liquor entered his throat, he felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

Jiang Jin Huan said, "From today onwards, I am no longer anyone's son, no longer anyone's brother, no longer anyone's substitute."

I am who I am, Jiang Jinhuan. A clean and honest person who owes nothing to anyone.

Jiang Zhe looked at Jiang Jinhuan with a sneer.

He looked around, a victor's smile on his face, as if waiting for applause.

But no one applauded.

The hall was eerily quiet.

People looked at Jiang Zhe with no congratulations or envy in their eyes, only contempt.

They were very curious about how such a person's values ​​and beliefs were formed.

This isn't just stupid, it's insane.

Jiang Guodong stood not far away, watching all this, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He didn't know how he felt—was it regret? Unease? Or some kind of guilt he dared not face?

He didn't know that from this day forward, he was missing a son.

Without his son, who seemed to see through all his flaws, there was a sense of relief, but also a different kind of emotion.

Luo Qingyi stood beside Jiang Jinhuan, and her eyes reddened as she watched him finish his drink.

She didn't cry, but tears were glistening in her eyes.

She looked at Jiang Jinhuan's profile; there was no sadness or anger on his face, only a faint, almost imperceptible sense of relief.