Because they are a family... because Jiang Xianrou is still very young, Yuan Qing can stand here and tell her in a high-sounding manner that he will help Jiang Xianrou.
Qiao Nian's gaze fell coldly on Yuan Qing. She moved, licked her dry lips, made a move, and then tried to bypass Ye Wangchuan to face the group of relatives of the Jiang family.
"I come."
Just as Qiao Nian was about to walk out, someone suddenly grabbed her left arm, pulled her back.
The corners of her eyes turned up slightly, but she still couldn't suppress the rebelliousness in her black eyes.
After Ye Wangchuan pulled her back, he turned around and looked at Yuan Qing and the group of Jiang family relatives behind Yuan Qing, and then stood up straight with his long legs bent.
A cold look made all the relatives of the Jiang family feel a chill down their spine.
The oppressive feeling of Jingshi Wangye is not exaggerated.
Yuan Qing knew that the young man following Qiao Nian was not someone she could afford to offend, so she couldn't help but shrink her neck and shut her mouth which had been chattering non-stop.
After all, they were outside Mr. Jiang's ward.
Ye Wangchuan hadn't thought about what to do to the Jiang family's relatives. Today, he was wearing a windbreaker with a thin black sweater underneath. The slim-fitting clothes looked particularly charming on him, and his slender figure exuded an aura of elegance wherever he stood.
Precious and not easy to mess with.
He just raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yuan Qing with his deep eyes, which frightened Yuan Qing so much that he shivered. Then he said lazily: "You feel so sorry for Jiang Xianrou, why don't you go to jail for her?"
Yuan Qing opened his mouth and instinctively shrank back: "How can I go to jail for her? This matter..."
"As long as you say you are willing to go to jail for her, I will help you smooth out the relationship and make sure that you go to jail and she comes out safe and sound."
Ye Wangchuan half-narrowed his eyes, looking gentle, handsome and reasonable.
Every word was like a knife scraping bones, scraping Yuan Qing's vital points.
"Didn't you say that?" Seeing Yuan Qing didn't say anything, Ye Wangchuan looked lazily at the old lady who had said such sarcastic words not far away, and said gently and politely: "After all, Jiang Xianrou is still so young. I remember your original words were this."
Yuan Qing was completely speechless now.
She didn't dare speak either.
What can she say.
If she was asked to go to jail for Jiang Xianrou, would she dare to agree? If she was really put in jail, she would have to spend her later years in jail because of the trouble Jiang Xianrou had caused.
Seeing that Yuan Qing was hesitant and didn't dare to respond, Ye Wangchuan looked into the distance, sweeping over the other relatives of the Jiang family unnoticeably. All the relatives touched by his gaze didn't dare to make a sound, and hurriedly reduced their presence, for fear of being named by him.
"Heh." Ye Wangchuan chuckled, thinking it was quite boring, so he retracted his gaze and his tone quickly turned cold: "Since you can't do it yourself, why do you ask Qiao Nian to do it? Does she owe you?"
These relatives of the Jiang family have it all wrong. The Jiang family is the one that owes Qiao Nian, not Qiao Nian who owes the Jiang family!
None of the Jiang family's relatives dared to speak at this moment, and Yuan Qing was so embarrassed that he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
Ye Wangchuan seemed to be talking about someone else, but she was the first to speak up, so she was the one who got hit in the face the most painfully.
She lowered her head, not daring to say a word, and she regretted more and more that she had just been so arrogant as to ask Jiang Xianrou for help.
(End of this chapter)