Chapter 330: Jian Suiyu Confirms Jiang Yuhua’s Feelings

Chapter 330: Jian Suiyu Confirms Jiang Yuhua's Feelings

Jian Suiyu pursed his lips, suppressing his anger. "Miss Jiang, after today’s mess, haven’t you changed your mind?"

Jiang Yuhua replied, "Precisely because things escalated so much today, I have to go through with the marriage alliance to prevent my uncle from being put in a difficult position."

[Truth]

She was still putting others first.

Jian Suiyu said, "But have you thought about how your family would feel if they knew you were suicidal?"

Jiang Yuhua, now calm, looked at him.

"I privately agreed to the Li family’s terms, but without evidence, their claims hold no weight. I won’t let the Jiang family fall into a weak position.

But today, they ambushed me. I even set up surveillance in the fitting room ahead of time, just in case. Once the footage is submitted to the Alliance,

they’ll see exactly what the Li family was trying to pull..."

Jian Suiyu avoided her injured hand, grabbing her wrist instead and yanking her closer.

"Stop dodging the question, Jiang Yuhua. Then tell me, why did Li Yiran suddenly bring so many people here? What did he intend to do to you?

Do you even realize what this will do to you if this footage is made public in front of the entire Alliance Council!?"

Jiang Yuhua’s gaze remained steady. "It doesn’t matter. The marriage is happening regardless. As long as my uncle is safe, I don’t care."

[Truth]

Truth, truth—goddamn truth again!!

She didn’t give a damn about herself!!

She truly didn’t care what kind of hell she’d go through marrying into the Li family after such a major conflict between the two sides!!

Jian Suiyu sneered. "So you really don’t care what your marriage will be like, is that it?"

Jiang Yuhua nodded. "Exactly. That’s how these rich marriages work—once the rings are on, we all do as we please.

I only care about my own interests. Since it’s an alliance, I’ll pick the best deal to keep myself drowning in money."

[Lie]

Jian Suiyu’s chest tightened. She didn’t mean it—she actually wanted something real.

If she were truly greedy for wealth, she wouldn’t have handed Wu Yue all her shares on the spot.

Jiang Yuhua, provoked by Jian Suiyu’s relentless questioning, took advantage of his hesitation and glared back defiantly.

"Besides, with my status, even after marriage, any man I snap my fingers at would jump into my bed."

So, Jian Suiyu, get it through your head—this is who I am.

Let’s just end this here. Just like this, let this stupid, hopeless crush come to an end.

Otherwise, if he kept pressing like this, she might actually think he meant something by this.

[Lie]

Why say such things to him when you're clearly not that kind of person at all?

Jian Suiyu suddenly remembered how Wu Yue had also spoken harshly to Shen Que before—each word sharper, each one digging deeper.

So right now, Jiang Yuhua was most likely cutting herself off.

But what could he say?

Given his relationship with Jiang Yuhua—which wasn’t even remotely established—what more could he possibly say?

Jian Suiyu finally understood how infuriating it must have been for Shen Que back when he spread rumors about Shen Que having a destined lover, and Wu Yue showed no reaction.

God, it pissed him off beyond belief!

The worst part? He didn’t even have the right or standing to even ask a single question!

Jiang Yuhua pulled her hand out of Jian Suiyu’s grip. She stared straight ahead, her voice icy.

"Deputy Captain Jian, if you're here to persuade me on Yue Yue’s behalf, I appreciate it.

But I’m sorry—we’re not close. Please don’t ask me such personal questions in the future.

As for your crossing the line again… forget it. Chances are we won’t cross paths again anyway."

"She meant it."

She truly believed they would never meet again.

She had already made her farewell to him in her heart, wiping him from her life’s story.

Turns out, rage could make a person laugh.

Jian Suiyu suddenly smirked, reached out abruptly, grabbed the back of Jiang Yuhua’s head, and kissed her.

Since Jiang Yuhua was marrying below her league no matter who she chose, why play it safe?

No standing? Then he’d damn well claim some.

Jiang Yuhua’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she immediately pushed at him. Jian Suiyu ignored her, deepening the kiss instead.

Only when he heard Jiang Yuhua gasp in pain did he finally let her go.

Jiang Yuhua’s entire face burned red, even the exposed skin of her wedding dress tinged pink. Jian Suiyu looked at her, his eyes turned predatory.

He couldn’t reveal Wu Yue’s plan yet. Jiang Yuhua was trapped in her own head—even if he exposed it this time, as long as she didn’t come to terms with it, she’d just sacrifice herself again and again.

This wasn’t something he could fix for her. Only by letting her go through the entire process, witnessing the lengths the Jiang family would go to protect her freedom, the price they’d pay, and realizing that marriage alliances would never satisfy those vultures—

Only then would she truly understand that her family’s love for her never required such sacrifice in return, and that such sacrifices were meaningless.

Everything their family had built had always been about sheltering the next generation, planting roots for the next generation.

Only then could Jiang Yuhua achieve her own redemption.

Jian Suiyu tugged at the corner of his lips, his tone flippant.

"In that case, if Miss Jiang ever considers looking for a side piece after the wedding, perhaps you could put me at the top of your list.

After all, I have zero scruples—and don’t you think I’m quite good-looking too? Hell, I’d be lucky to hitch my wagon to a top-tier heiress like you..."

Jian Suiyu's words gradually slowed as he spoke, watching Jiang Yuhua's eyes redden and tears pooling in her eyes.

He suddenly wanted to slap himself—what a damn jerk thing to say.

But...

Watching Jiang Yuhua's awkward, retreating figure, Jian Suiyu finally became absolutely certain.

Jiang Yuhua didn’t actually want him to believe she was someone casual about marriage.

As for why she didn’t want that, the reason was simple—she did have feelings for him.

Jian Suiyu heaved a heavy sigh, hoping his earlier words hadn’t completely extinguished that affection.

After a long pause,

he muttered "fuck," god, he was such a fucking creep!!!

Still, if this could help Jiang Yuhua see things clearly, he was willing to bury his feelings forever, pretending nothing had ever happened.

Jian Suiyu exhaled softly and finally stepped out of the fitting room.

The moment he walked out, he sensed the whole bridal shop had gone dead silent.

And rightly so—after what he’d just done to Jiang Yuhua, he probably deserved a beating. But when he saw Jiang Cheng, Zhou Qianfeng, and even a stranger who looked eerily similar to Jiang Cheng all appearing at once,

and the swarm of heavily armed White Guard closing in on him from all directions, he felt a chill run down his spine.

This wasn't about getting roughed up—

Someone was gonna die!!!