Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law-Chapter 1198 - 1197: Slap in the Face
Jiang Yang sometimes wondered if he had some vendetta against the Wei Family, otherwise why would it happen over and over again? Deep down, he detested the people from the Wei Family, if it were not for Brother Wei Qin... ππβ―π¦ππ¦π£πππππ.πβ΄π
Jiang Yangβs face paled a few shades as he hastily pulled back his thoughts. Because now, Brother Wei Qin no longer belonged to him.
Brother Wei Qin went to find his own biological brother, and he, Jiang Yang, was just as fake.
Just like Wei An.
Finally, Jiang Yang blinked and slowly raised his hand to touch his burning cheek. He lifted his gaze, looking over the crowd to the entrance of Huoβs Courtyard.
There stood Wei Qin, weather-beaten.
He was dressed in a large black cashmere coat that nearly reached his ankles, making his frame look even more slender and gaunt. The beige turtleneck sweater beneath it covered almost his entire chin, only revealing his pale thin lips faintly.
His eyes were like cold stars, brimming with a chill most profound, as dark as the densest night, seemingly able to wrap the whole universe within. The repression and suffocation in those eyes made oneβs chest hurt, as if unable to breathe.
Jiang Yang just stood there on the steps, under the eaves, silently watching Wei Qin through the crowd.
With an indifference he had never shown before, those eyes were no longer dull or clear, but had become deep as ink. His diamond-shaped, beautiful thin lips were tightly pursed, revealing no hint of emotion.
In that instant, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy seemed to grow up.
Not only was his intellect maturing, but thanks to his naturally superior intelligence, he was already powerful enough to dominate everyone around him.
His gaze crossed with Wei Qinβs in the air, but it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, leaving no ripples behind.
Jiang Yang slowly withdrew his gaze, treating everyone present like strangers, looking down on them as if they were clowns.
Fu Xinwu wanted to cry; she rarely cried growing up, but the sight of Jiang Yang made her want to.
Tang Qian stared blankly at her palms, not understanding what had happened. Just a moment ago, she was so angry, but now regret was setting in. A nameless panic grew from deep within her, threatening to engulf her entirely.
Her body trembled uncontrollably until she finally collapsed to the ground as if unable to bear the weight of her emotions.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" The crisp sound of applause suddenly rose, dispelling the eerie atmosphere in the courtyard.
People turned their heads to look outside, not realizing when Huo Beijiang had taken his position at the gate, his impeccable military uniform worn with a roguish air. His regulation cap askew, his tie crooked.
He leaned lazily against the door, his strikingly handsome face illuminated by the afternoon sun yet only serving to highlight a bone-chilling coldness.
Those who had just been sympathizing with Wei An now realized they had been too impulsive, too inappropriate. The faint-hearted and those who knew they were in the wrong didnβt dare meet Huo Beijiangβs gaze.
Who in the entire courtyard didnβt know the reputation of The Great Devil?
Daring to come to his home to stir up trouble was simply courting death!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...how audacious indeed!" Huo Beijiang sneered, again clapping his hands, "Each and every one of you comes to my house to bully my little brother-in-law, what do you take this place for? What do you take the Huo Family for? What do you take me, Huo Beijiang, for?"
The crowd felt an inner trepidation.
Huo Beijiang had been wicked since childhood and grew up even more formidable. Didnβt everyone see how this lawless man thrived in the army like a fish in water?
Moreover, he was of high status in the family; should he actually do something, no one would have the grounds to object.
