What’s there to fear?
Don’t they know who’s making the move?
Is the Young Master of the Jiang Family afraid of anything?
It was just a matter of dealing with a bunch of trash, and he didn’t even need to go to the Police Station himself—just send a lawyer to handle it.
Keep in mind, the Jiang family lacks for nothing less than money, so covering medical expenses is no issue.
Of course, Jiang Ye had watched the video, and he watched it several times, scrutinizing every frame carefully.
He had a clear grasp of what each person in that group did and said.
The guy who got beaten the worst was clearly the one who snatched Jiang Yuan’s phone in the video.
As for the others, since they didn’t lay hands on anyone and only made some verbal remarks, Jiang Ye was relatively merciful to them.
Ambulances from 120 had already arrived, a total of three.
Only after they took the injured away did the onlookers in the alley start to discuss.
"Did you hear any commotion?"
"At first no, but then we heard shouting."
"So, did anyone see who threw the punches?"
"I didn’t see anything."
Tsk, the whole incident only took two or three minutes, with Jiang Ye taking them all down single-handedly, without any effort, and barely causing a fuss.
At this point, an old man living on the second floor said,
"I did see a silhouette. It was too dark to see clearly, just a blurry figure—but quite tall, probably a young man. After the fight, he drove away."
The residents on both sides of the alley didn’t notice much either—just one old man caught a glimpse of a silhouette.
It wasn’t until Jiang Ye got into the car that he realized his wife had called him back.
He had been about to start the fight, so he didn’t take his phone out.
Without much hesitation, he immediately called her back.
This time the call connected quickly:
"Jiang Ye, where are you?" she asked.
The man glanced outside the car window:
"Uh, just dealing with some business," he replied as calmly as ever.
Not a hint of irregularity betrayed.
To which, the woman on the phone couldn’t even manage to suspect anything untoward.
"I thought you had left for a police call."
Not answering the phone, she was quite worried.
The man heard the concern and worry in his wife’s voice and laughed:
"No, just some personal matters. Don’t worry, I’m on my way home."
"Oh, okay, as long as nothing’s wrong. Then, I’ll hang up."
She hung up so promptly—just like that?
Lu Jing was quite puzzled, feeling something was off, so he reopened the web page and started scrolling.
After a while with no new news popping up, he finally relaxed.
At this time, Jiang Yuan, that little minx, finally finished her bath and came out:
"Sister-in-law, why were you so quick?"
"Were you soaking in the tub?"
"Yeah, then I accidentally fell asleep for a while."
No wonder she took so long to come out.
Lu Jing hadn’t soaked in the tub, that’s why she was out faster.
"Aunt Su called, she said for you to call her back."
"Yes, it’s trending on social media, the family all know now, you talk to them properly, don’t let them worry."
Jiang Yuan hummed in agreement and plopped down on the sofa, reaching for her phone.
"I got it, sister-in-law."
She began to call her family:
"Hello, mom, I’m fine, my sister-in-law and I are really well."
"Aiyah, you guys don’t need to worry."
"It’s truly fine, please explain to dad and grandpa, okay?"
The difference between a daughter and a soon-to-be daughter-in-law could be quite big, for instance, when Jiang Yuan talked on the phone with Jiang’s mother, she didn’t need to hold back at all—she could say whatever she wanted.
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