Chapter 98 The Jiang Family Loses Its Dragon

Jiang Yu casually picked up a glass of wine and looked at Zheng Xuan.
"Congratulations on your wedding," he said, then drained the glass in one motion.
He handed over the hundred tycoons to Xia Ning and turned to leave.
Xia Ning’s beautiful eyes shimmered with a strange light, but she pouted and complained, “That guy, dumping all the company affairs on me and acting like a hands-off boss.”
Xia Housheng chuckled, “Ning’er, Master Jiang is entrusting you with enormous power, managing hundreds of billions in liquid assets. That’s a sign of trust. Do your best—if you mess it up, I won’t let you off.”
Though his tone sounded stern, there was far more affection in it.
Everyone exchanged glances, wide-eyed. Jiang Yu’s temperament was truly unique. With so many tycoons left at the wedding, he simply patted the dust off and walked away.
As for the Jiang family, one after another, their heads hung low, completely losing interest in the festivities. With over a hundred tycoons present, how could they pretend nothing had happened?
As for Jiang Shaoqi, one of the main characters, he had long been overwhelmed, collapsing in a faint onto the ground.
Thus, the wedding concluded in a dramatic reversal; many issues between the Jiang and Zheng families were resolved, but many more doubts took root in their hearts.
Among them all, only Jiang Lingxing was visibly excited.
He knew that the disaster threatening to destroy the Jiang family could be resolved with a single word from Jiang Yu. He stood up, snorting coldly, “Second Brother, look at what you’ve done. Just wait until Father hears about today—let’s see how you handle it.”
If it hadn’t been for Jiang Yun threatening to expel Jiang Yu from the family, would things have ended with the family’s rupture?
At this moment, everyone had to accept the truth: Jiang Yu now had the ability to lead the Jiang family to soar to new heights. Not only in Yun City, but in the entire north of the river, even across all of Huaxia, the Jiang family would have its place.
Jiang Yun clenched his fists, standing rigid for a long time before finally exhaling bitterly.
One could only imagine Old Master Jiang’s reaction when he learned of all this.
Who would have thought that among the whole Jiang family, the one with the sharpest eye for talent was Jiang Ziyue?
“In fact, the situation isn’t all bad. At least Ziyue still holds a special place in Jiang Yu’s heart,” Jiang Lingxing said with a slight smile, inwardly thankful that Ziyue had not added insult to injury when the rest of the family made things hard for Jiang Yu.
“Dad, do you believe me now? I told you, one day Jiang Yu would rule over this family.”
For the first time, Jiang Ziyue’s voice was filled with unwavering conviction.
Jiang Lingxing smiled wryly and nodded, “I believe you. I do. If only I’d had your insight, would I have lived such an ordinary life, letting others call me useless? You think I don’t know what people say about me?”
He looked up and muttered, “Third Brother, you’ve given the Jiang family a true dragon.”
…
In a hotel room—
The Zheng family sat in silence. Zheng’s father hadn’t let go of his cigarettes since entering; in just over ten minutes, the floor was littered with butts. His eyes were bloodshot—Jiang Yu was supposed to have been his son-in-law.
Zheng’s mother was weeping, “It’s all over, everything’s over. Now Jiang Yu must truly hate us.”
Still in her wedding dress, Zheng Xuan sat at the edge of the bed, eyes dull and lifeless. She looked as if struck by lightning, her whole demeanor pervaded by a sense of utter defeat that anyone could see.
She was the one most deeply affected, though she chose to bear it in silence, without venting.
Zheng’s father stubbed out his cigarette, forced a smile, and stroked Zheng Xuan’s hair. “Xuanxuan, it’s all right. So what if we lost Jiang Yu? Life goes on. Don’t overthink it.”
Zheng Xuan stood up and hugged her father tightly. “Dad, I’m sorry.”
In that instant, Zheng’s father seemed to age by decades, his hands trembling, the wrinkles on his face more pronounced than ever.
“My good girl, it’s all right. I’ll always support your choices. Don’t burden yourself too much. Your mother and I won’t blame you.”
This was the final straw.
Zheng Xuan could hold back no longer; her emotions completely collapsed. She clung to her father, sobbing uncontrollably, “Dad, I’m sorry. I regret it. I really, really regret it.”
Zheng’s mother wept quietly. By now, they had accepted the fact that Jiang Yu was destined for greatness.
When they saw Jiang Yu work his wonders and lift Jiang Shaoqi up, they understood. That was why the hundreds of tycoons respected him—such power was almost otherworldly.
They had been present at the battle in Huating Tower in Yuzhou.
No wonder, no wonder that figure had seemed so familiar.
“We were all wrong.”
Zheng’s mother stood up, ready to leave. She no longer wished to stay.
Not only Jiang Yu, but even his parents would never forgive the Zheng family for what they’d done. The absence of Jiang Yu’s parents today was proof enough—the chasm between the two families would never be bridged.
What is lost is lost; what use is regret?
Zheng’s father gave a strange little laugh. “So Jiang Yu’s bold words were not mere boasting. He truly does have the ability. Compared to us, the Jiang family has lost even more.”
The wedding between the Jiang and Zheng families ended halfway, becoming the biggest joke in the city.
Back home, Zheng Xuan locked herself in her room, her wailing continuing for over an hour.
Her parents sat on the sofa, sighing endlessly.
…
In a hotel room in Jin City—
After the wedding was called off, the Jiang family received a phone call: the Old Master was on his way over and wanted everyone to gather.
News had reached the Old Master after all.
Jiang Shaoqi sat on the sofa in such a state that people feared he might do something drastic again.
Second Aunt wept and cursed Jiang Yun, “You old fool. You had a winning hand and played it to ruins. Who told you to drive Jiang Yu out of the family? Now look what’s happened—the Old Master is coming to hold us accountable. If this ruins Shaoqi’s future, I’ll trade my life for yours today.”
Jiang Yun roared, “Enough! And you’ve got the nerve to blame me? You’ve always been the harshest on Jiang Yu, treating him as if you were star-crossed enemies. Our strained relationship with him is because of you and your wagging tongue.”
“And the day we drove him out, weren’t you the happiest one? Now you want to lay everything at my feet. Shut up, or I’ll slap you senseless.”
Jiang Ziyue looked at the scene before her and felt only sorrow.
If the Old Master were to die, who knew what would become of the Jiang family?
Second Aunt, stunned by the outburst, dared not cry any further.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor, making everyone shrink back in fear—even Jiang Ziyue pursed her lips, already imagining the Old Master’s fury.
The door was flung open, and the Old Master strode in, dressed in a traditional jacket. Ever since he’d taken a miraculous pill at the hospital, his health had improved overnight—even his chronic heart disease was cured.
He seemed ten years younger.
His eyes were deep and stern as he swept his gaze over everyone, finally fixing on Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun kept his head down and whispered, “Father, you’ve just left the hospital. Shouldn’t you be resting instead of coming here?”
The Old Master replied without a word, slapping Jiang Yun across the face, trembling with rage. “Rest? If I’d rested a few more days, you’d have ruined everything I’d built. Do you even know what a terrible mistake you’ve made?”
Jiang Yun dared not speak. The Old Master, though aged, was still the unshakable pillar of the Jiang family. Now, the family was in chaos—seniors and juniors at each other’s throats.
Where was the slightest harmony left in the Jiang family?
What pains the older generation most is not the incompetence of their children, but seeing their siblings tear each other apart over petty gains.
“You’ll be the death of me, you fool!”
Second Aunt, indignant, spoke up, “At the end of the day, isn’t it Jiang Yu who’s heartless? If he cared about this family, how could he abandon us? I don’t know how his parents raised someone so cold-blooded.”
The Old Master’s eyes bulged with anger as he roared, “Silence! The biggest rotten apple here is you. If you hadn’t filled Shaoqi’s head with petty schemes since childhood, would he and Jiang Yu be at odds today?”
Seeing the Old Master’s fury, Second Aunt shrank back in terror, not daring another word.
After a pause to compose himself, the Old Master leaned on his cane and sat down, his voice calm. “Xiaoyu is still in Jin City. Do you know why he hasn’t left? Because he still cares for this family and is giving us another chance. But you idiots are sitting here in a hotel, feeling self-righteous.”
“Tonight, you will go and invite Xiaoyu back—even if you must kneel, you will bring him home.”
His voice turned icy.
“Otherwise, except for Ziyue, none of you are to return.”