Chapter 568: If You Can’t Win, Go Home and Call Your Dad

Chapter 568: When You Can't Win, Run Home to Daddy

After waiting for a while, a middle-aged woman came to open the door.

Her eyes welled up the moment she saw He Tingyue.

"Ting Yue!"

He Tingyue introduced her to Jiang Yu: "This is Aunt Xu. She’s been with our family for years."

Aunt Xu had seen all the love and strife between Wei Baiyun and He Jingyi.

She lived with the He family under the guise of being a distant relative seeking shelter.

In reality, she was the family’s nanny—she never married, devoting her best years to the He family.

Jiang Yu smiled and nodded. "Aunt Xu."

Aunt Xu urged them, "Come in, quickly."

Past the main gate of the He residence lay a spacious garden filled with all kinds of flowers.

Every inch of the place oozed luxury—no wonder Wei Xiuru loathed those cramped tenements so much.

Jiang Yu had to admit, it was like night and day.

As they entered the house, the He family was already waiting.

Aunt Xu still didn’t know the purpose of He Tingyue and Jiang Yu’s visit, only assuming he had reconciled with his family.

"The old man got word early this morning that you were coming and stayed home just to wait for you."

Jiang Yu finally met the legendary He family patriarch.

At his age, he had served in the War of Resistance and earned his stripes.

As long as He Jingyi and He Jundao kept their noses clean, the old man’s merits were enough to shield them for a lifetime.

He Tingyue led Jiang Yu forward, ignoring He Jingyi, and greeted the old man first: "Grandfather."

Back when the incident between He Jingyi and Wei Xiuru happened, the old man had acted fairly—he didn’t blindly defend his son and almost broke his legs.

He had also made it clear that as long as Wei Baiyun was willing, she’d always be a He family daughter-in-law.

Had Wei Baiyun not initiated the divorce, Wei Xiuru would never have had the chance to step into the He household.

The fact that Wei Xiuru had never got a title for so many years was also due to the old man’s suppression.

Jiang Yu looked the old man over. He had married and had children late and was now nearly eighty.

Yet he still stood tall and unshaken, like an old pine.

The men of the He family were all handsome—even in his old age, you could still see glimpses of his younger self on his weathered face.

Before she could speak, the old man shot her a frown.

"You’re Ting Yue’s wife, aren’t you? Where are your manners?"

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and tossed a lazy look at Wei Xiuru.

The disdain in her eyes was practically spat in Wei Xiuru's face.

So much for the He family’s high standards.

Wei Xiuru averted her gaze, humiliated, for despite all these years in the He family, she had never been able to openly call the old master "Dad."

Jiang Yu beamed and chirped, "Grandpa!"

The patriarch smiled, pleased, ignoring the displeasure of others, and motioned for the matriarch to present the gift.

The matriarch hesitated, but she knew where power lay, so she had no choice but to produce the long-prepared box.

No pleasantries—the patriarch thrust the box into Jiang Yu's hands.

"A welcoming gift."

Only an idiot turns down freebies. Jiang Yu pocketed it with a sugary "Thank you!"

"Open it," he commanded. "See if you like it."

Jiang Yu opened it and saw a top-grade jade bracelet, its rich green glow screaming ‘expensive’.

"I love it. Thank you, Grandpa."

The old master beckoned them over. "You two, sit by me. Old Jiang has praised you many times in front of me. At least you’ve got some decency left, knowing to visit me."

Jiang Yu stayed standing, zeroing in on Wei Xiuru.

"You didn’t bother explaining why we’re really here?"

Wei Xiuru froze. She had claimed she persuaded He Tingyue to return, and the old master had been overjoyed, even promising to reward her.

He Jingyi’s only order was ‘Get Ting Yue here’—he would handle the rest.

"Jiang Yu, let’s talk about this later. Today is your first visit as a couple. ‘Don’t rock the boat,’ He Jundao cut in."

Jiang Yu didn’t even glance at him. She was pissed—since when did she give a damn?

"Since everyone’s here, let’s settle this now. Wei Xiuru, hand over the letter my mother-in-law left."

The old master looked puzzled. "What letter?"

Wei Xiuru wilted, stammering, "There’s no letter. I just... used this excuse to get them here since you wanted to see them."

After all these years, she knew that lies and deception were futile before the old master. It was better to confess.

The patriarch’s heart sank—He Tingyue hadn’t returned willingly.

An old man craving a happy family, he still refused to face the truth: this family had long been torn apart.

He skewered He Jingyi with a look and said sternly, "You deliberately used Ting Yue and his wife to keep me home, gathered everyone here, and deceived them into returning. What’s your angle?"

He knew He Jingyi too well—all ambition, no brains.

He lacked the cunning, yet always playing chess while everyone else plays checkers.

Joke’s on him—he’s the dumbest one here.

He Jingyi replied gravely, "Dad, I didn’t tell you earlier, fearing you’d be upset. But their actions have gone too far. I needed you to put them in their place."

Let’s be real, he couldn't persuade He Tingyue and Jiang Yu, so now he was dragging the old man into this, trying to take Jiang Yu down a peg.

He Tingyue might not acknowledge him as a father, but he was raised by the old man—surely he wouldn’t disown his grandfather.

It was all for the He family’s reputation, and the old man would definitely side with him.

Jiang Yu casually grabbed a chair and sat down, a mocking smile on her face.

"Can’t win a fight, so you run home calling for daddy? Even three-year-olds in our neighborhood would sneer at your tactics, Comrade He Jingyi. You say we’re going too far? At least we didn’t barge into your house and force you to divorce Wei Xiuru. All we did was get you detained at the police station for a few days—why hold such a grudge?"

"Even little kids know that if you do something wrong, you admit it, and if you admit it, you accept the punishment. How are you worse than children?"

"And you used this trick to lure us here, using your dad to pressure me—I’ve never met anyone more ridiculous than you."

Jiang Yu fired off one remark after another, not giving them a chance to retort.

She’d been obsessing over that letter all night, only to find out it didn’t even exist. She was seething with anger.

Since they were already here, she might as well make this trip count—she’d let them have it first.

She lifted her chin, imitating He Jundao’s manner, looking down her nose at them.

"Comrade He Jundao, see a bird up there? Since you love calling for daddy so much, didn’t he teach you not to talk down your nose at people? Oh wow, look at Mr. High-and-Mighty, the He family so high and mighty—why don’t you ascend to heaven and become the Jade Emperor? If that’s too much, how about some ambition—restore the Qing dynasty and crown yourself emperor? All talk, no action, a pathetic loser."

He Jundao: "…" He hadn’t even said anything!

Wei Xiuru opened her mouth to speak, but Jiang Yu shoved a finger in her face.

"Shut up! In the old days, a mistress like you wouldn’t dare lay a finger on the first wife’s dowry! You and your brother are both scum—you deserve to be drowned in a pig cage."

"You—how dare you!" He Jingyi was livid, his face beet red with rage.

Jiang Yu scoffed. "What, ‘you’? Upset I didn’t insult you yet? Fine, you’re scum too. In the entire He family, you’re the worst. Happy now?"

Chu Yunmei flushed red—she’d never seen someone so vulgar.

No respect, no regard for face at all.

"Jiang Yu, you—"

Jiang Yu cut her off with a feigned gasp. "Oh, forgot about you. What kind of decent woman would marry trash like him? You’re just as trashy—happy now? I never even spared you a thought, yet you keep coming to disgust me. Did you really think I’d put up with this forever?"