Liu Tianle’s cousin immediately tugged at his sleeve, his face twisted with malice. “Cousin, this is the bastard who hit Mom yesterday!”
“Oh? Him?” Liu Tianle narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within.
At the same time, Tang Jianfeng, Fu Lanjun, and the others also noticed Jiang Tian’s presence, their expressions shifting with varying degrees of disdain.
“I’ll deal with him! How does a lunatic like him qualify to attend the Tang family’s banquet? He must’ve sneaked in!” Lu Changfeng sneered before striding aggressively toward Jiang Tian.
…
“Jiang Tian, what are you doing here?”
Chu Yuwei’s lips curled into a mocking smile as she approached him.
“Why shouldn’t I be here?” Jiang Tian replied indifferently.
“Pfft—you snuck in, didn’t you? Get out before someone notices and humiliates you!” Though her tone was sweet, her eyes dripped with contempt.
“Tch, save your concern.”
Jiang Tian couldn’t be bothered with her. He casually pulled up a chair, picked up a fruit platter, and smiled. “Qing’er, want some lychees? I’ll peel them for you.”
Zhao Xueqing giggled. “Just peeling? You have to feed me!”
“Fine, fine! Here you go, my darling—open wide!”
As Jiang Tian fed her, her face lit up with bliss. “So sweet!”
“Jiang Tian, get the hell out!”
Suddenly, Lu Changfeng stormed in, his face twisted with arrogance. “A piece of trash like you doesn’t belong here! A deranged, brain-dead fool, daring to crash the Tang family’s banquet!”
SLAP!
Without hesitation, Jiang Tian backhanded him so hard he flew three meters.
The violent motion, paired with Lu Changfeng’s shriek, drew every eye in the room.
“Changfeng! Are you okay?” His lackeys rushed to help him up.
“You—you hit someone at the Tang family’s ceremony?! We’re all doomed!” Zhao Hucheng and Wei Fang turned deathly pale, scrambling over—one to assist Lu Changfeng, the other to scold Jiang Tian.
But Jiang Tian remained utterly unruffled, as if he’d merely swatted a fly.
“Bark again, mutt, and I’ll kill you.” His tone was eerily calm.
Chu Yuwei watched with gleeful schadenfreude. You think this is the Zhao family? You can’t act wild here. Liu Tianle alone will destroy you.
“What the hell is going on?!”
Sure enough, Liu Tianle, Fu Lanjun, Du Tao, and Tang Jianfeng marched over, radiating hostility.
“Jiang Tian, have you lost your mind? You dare cause trouble at the Tang family’s ceremony?!” Liu Tianle barked, livid.
Everyone knew Lu Changfeng was his cousin—this was a direct slap to his face.
“What’s so special about the Tang family’s ceremony? If I say it ends now, it ends now.”
Jiang Tian lounged lazily, peeling a longan for Zhao Xueqing. “Here, sweetheart.”
“What?! This kid’s insane! He’s insulting the Tang family?!”
“Someone should cut out his tongue for that!”
“Where did this arrogant brat crawl from? Break his legs and throw him out!”
The wealthy elites, unfamiliar with Jiang Tian, erupted in scorn. These were men worth hundreds of millions, yet even they trembled before the Tangs—how dare this nobody spew such nonsense?
Then, someone recognized him and burst into laughter:
“Wait—isn’t that Zhao Hucheng’s lunatic son-in-law? No wonder he’s delusional!”
“Ha! And Zhao Hucheng’s here too! Bringing his mad son in law to embarrass themselves? The Tangs should kick them out!”
Mockery rained down. To them, Jiang Tian—and even the Zhaos—were a laughingstock.
“Xueqing, take Jiang Tian and leave!” Zhao Hucheng hissed, humiliated.
“Why should we? Lu Changfeng deserved it!” Zhao Xueqing shot back.
“Zhao Xueqing, have you lost your mind too?” Fu Lanjun sneered. “This isn’t some backwater—this is the Tang family’s estate!”
Freshly approved as Tang Jianfeng’s fiancée, she now saw herself as untouchable. In her eyes, Jiang Tian was already crushed.
“Fu Lanjun, insult my wife again, and I’ll have you banned from the Tang family for life.” Jiang Tian popped a strawberry into his mouth, his tone icy.
Zhao Hucheng nearly fainted. He’s cursing the Tang heir’s fiancée?!
“Jiang Tian, shut up! Please!” he begged.
“What’s so great about her? If I say she’s out, she’s out. A two-faced, blind fool like her isn’t fit to marry into the Tangs.”
Fu Lanjun flushed crimson. Her insecurity about “marrying up” made the jab cut deep. “Jianfeng, are you just going to let him talk to me like that?!”
“You dare disrespect the Tangs?!” Tang Jianfeng stepped forward, murder in his eyes. “A worthless Crazy Son-in-Law like you, lecturing us on who’s fit to marry in?!”
“Jie-fu, don’t provoke him,” Zhao Qianru whispered urgently. “He’s the third Tang son’s heir, now in the military—he might lead the family someday.”
“Ah, Tang Jianfeng.” Jiang Tian sighed, disappointed. “Your father begged me—on his knees—to take you as my disciple. I considered it… but you’re unworthy.”
The crowd gasped.
“He’s insane!”
“Old Tang kneeling to him? This lunatic’s lies know no bounds!”
Tang Jianfeng saw red. “I’ll kill you—!”
Liu Tianle yanked him back. “Not here. Wait till he leaves… then we’ll bury him.”
Just then, Zheng Li hurried over. “Grandmaster Jiang, it’s time—the ceremony awaits!”
Jiang Tian rose, ignoring the glares, and led Zhao Xueqing away.
Once he was gone, Fu Lanjun seethed. “That disrespect! I won’t let this slide!”
“Arrogant trash,” Liu Tianle agreed.
“After the ceremony,” Tang Jianfeng growled, “I’ll make him wish he was never born.”
Zhao Hucheng and Wei Fang trembled. “Please… he’s mentally ill. Have mercy…”
