Chapter 567: Wasn’t Xuxu Already Married?

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Jiang Zhuoheng’s punch landed right on the side of Yan Rusheng’s face.

They then grabbed each other and fell to the ground as they exchanged vicious blows.

The Jiang’s family butler heard the commotion and came scurrying out to the courtyard.

He saw the two of them on the ground before his eyes darted to Jiang Zhuoheng’s car. He was fl.u.s.tered. He shouted, “Isn’t this First Young Master?”

He yelled towards the direction of the mansion. “Madam! First Young Master is fighting with someone!”

The whole Jiang family rushed out when they heard the butler.

The old Jiang master held on to his walking stick as he trailed after his family.

Neither Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng wanted to stop—they were both raging like beasts at that moment. The Jiang family members couldn’t pull them apart.

“What’s happening?” The old Jiang master stumbled towards them.

The light from the lamp illuminated both Jiang Zhuoheng and Yan Rusheng, both of which were still jostling with each other. He bellowed, “What are you two doing?! If you don’t stop now, I will beat both of you to death!”

The old man was incensed, and he almost collapsed because of anger.

“Father!”

“Grandfather!”

Everyone crowded around to support the old man.

Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng finally stopped when they heard their frantic voices.

Yan Rusheng, who had gained the upper hand earlier on, raised his head to glance at Jiang Zhuoheng’s grandfather. He released Jiang Zhuoheng and stood up. Then without a word, he walked back to his car.

“Third Yan!”

The old man yelled when Yan Rusheng walked past him.

Yan Rusheng halted in his tracks and looked at the old man. “Grandfather Jiang.”

His voice was distant when he greeted him. He then continued to stride towards his car.

Jiang Zhuoheng got to his feet, and he used his palm to wipe away the blood on his face. He stared at Yan Rusheng with a dangerous and livid expression as he got into his car.

Yan Rusheng opened his car door and coldly glared at Jiang Zhuoheng. “From today onwards, Wen Xuxu has nothing to do with you. You don’t deserve to even look at her.”

He got in, started the engine, and sped off.

The Jiang family were left feeling baffled.

All of them gradually got over the shock as Yan Rusheng’s car vanished out of sight.

Jiang Zhuoheng’s mother gazed at Jiang Zhuoheng’s face.

When she saw him bleeding badly from the corners of his mouth, she stretched her hand to wipe the blood away. She whimpered, “Ah Heng, why did you end up fighting with Third Yan?”

His father was confused, too and he chided him, “Wasn’t Xuxu already married to Third Yan? Why did you…”

His sentence was cut across mid-way by the old man. He yelled at everyone, “Everyone go back into the house! Why is everyone still standing here?”

His command was like a royal edict and no one dared to defy him. Everyone began to scramble back to the house.

“Ah Heng, come inside. I’ll put some medicine for you.” Jiang Zhuoheng’s mother grabbed his hand as her heart was aching to see him bleeding.

“Ah Heng,” said his grandfather in a harsh and serious tone. “Wait.”

His mother paused for a second and relinquished her grip on his hand rather unwillingly.

After everyone had left, Jiang Zhuoheng and his grandfather were the only ones left in the courtyard.

The old man seemed pensive. He solemnly said, “After Chinese New Year, Xiaoxiao will be back from her studies. I want you to get engaged with her.”

Jiang Zhuoheng immediately protested. “Grandfather…”

“There is no room for discussion.” The old man rebuked Jiang Zhuoheng’s protests in a firm and forceful manner.

To stop his grandson from protesting, he left for the house with his walking stick.