Chapter 139: Never Marry Jiang Muyang

The young master of the Jiang family was furious. This fellow was a truly eccentric creature. While other wealthy scions of twenty-four or twenty-five years old were either indulging in pleasure or relentlessly chasing after their futures, this idiot had actually gone back to school to study all over again.

He had already graduated with a degree in finance, wandered around the outside world for a year, and then, for reasons known only to the gods, suffered a sudden brainwave and applied to Jiangzhou University, returning to campus to frolic and bicker with a bunch of students all day long.

Having nothing better to do today, this young master heard there was an auto show. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to go out and look at some pretty girls, he simply took a leave of absence, strolled over, and happened to overhear someone talking about Jiang Muyang.

He crept closer to listen, and what do you know? There were three fellows—two of them looked quite familiar, and the other one was a stranger who didn't look like any good either. They were practically treating the very name Jiang Muyang like a pestilence, dodging it as if avoiding venomous snakes and scorpions. How could the young master of the Jiang family possibly endure such an insult?

Jiang Hai had three sons, and Jiang Hai’s two elder brothers had five sons among them. Counting all the way back to Jiang Hai’s grandfather, there had never been a single daughter in the entire family. By the time Jiang Muyang came along, everyone in the family treated her like a precious treasure. The elders doted on her, her older brothers cherished her, and her two younger brothers respected and loved her. Especially in the hearts of the two youngest masters, Jiang Muyang was practically a deity. Normally, if anyone dared to utter a single slight against Jiang Muyang, those two little runts, along with the old patriarch and matriarch of the Jiang family, would go on a three-day hunger strike just to exact bloody vengeance on your behalf. Now, with her being despised like this by complete strangers, it would be a miracle if this fellow didn't fly off the handle.

"You two, stop right there! Whoever runs is a turtle's grandson!" The young master pointed at the two rich second-generation heirs who had taken to their heels and roared furiously.

A person in charge of the auto show happened to be nearby. He didn't recognize the young master of the Jiang family; he only knew that those two rich heirs were distinguished guests. Hurrying over to intervene, he said, "Sir, our establishment does not permit—"

The young master raised his hand and slapped the man across the face, cursing, "I feel like beating someone up, who the hell dares to stop me?"

As a result, he was stopped.

Yang Changfeng pinched the young master's wrist and chuckled, "Are you a young master of the Jiang family? Even so, you can't just go around hitting people."

The young master struggled fiercely. Seeing that Yang Changfeng remained as immovable as a mountain and wore a solemn expression, his face actually lit up with delight. "Hey, buddy, have you practiced martial arts?"

What is he trying to do?

Yang Changfeng instantly grew vigilant.

The young master waved a hand. "Off you go, off you go. This has nothing to do with you anymore."

Upon seeing this, the person in charge hurriedly ran off to find the owner.

Yang Changfeng couldn't help but look at this fellow in a slightly different light. Although throwing punches in a fit of violent rage was impulsive, this wasn't someone willing to deliberately pick a fight with people who were out of his league.

The rumors outside saying that Senior Official Jiang Hai’s household maintained strict discipline seemed to be true.

Yang Changfeng said, "It was wrong of those two to talk behind President Jiang's back, and you lashing out with your fists stems from a deep devotion to your older sister. How about this: we'll apologize to you, and let's consider this matter closed. What do you say?"

"Not a chance!" The young master shook his head, glared fiercely at the two figures fleeing a dozen meters away, and turned back to Yang Changfeng. "You've practiced martial arts, so if I beat you up, it'll just be a friendly sparring match! You can't blame me for hitting too hard! When this young master was three years old, I went up the mountain and stared down tigers; when I was eight, I went down to the sea and caught fish with my bare hands. Ordinary martial artists simply can't withstand three or two punches from me. Kid, you'd better think carefully—if you get beaten black and blue, you aren't allowed to go sniveling to our family demanding compensation!"

Good grief, where on earth did this kid pick up all this nonsense?

Yang Changfeng was quite astonished. Letting go of the young master's wrist, he curled his lip and said, "How boring. I'm not apologizing to you anymore."

"Don't go!" The fellow actually grabbed Yang Changfeng and refused to let go, beaming with joy as he said, "No one has ever been able to beat me. It looks like you actually know who I am, which makes it even better! Come, come, hit me! Hit me quickly! Let's have a match. Ah, the loneliness of a peerless master, the freezing cold at the absolute peak of martial supremacy—it is simply too agonizing to bear."

Are you out of your mind? A peerless master, my foot...

If it's someone like you, believe it or not, I could take down three thousand of you with a single hand?

Those two rich heirs were actually quite decent fellows; they kept shooting frantic eye signals toward Yang Changfeng. Yang Changfeng found this rather curious. What was going on? The fact that they didn't just run away made them rather admirable—they weren't the kind of people who shifted blame after causing trouble, and they were worth associating with. However, what on earth did those constant winks mean?

"My name is Jiang Chengyang," the fellow quickly reported his own name to Yang Changfeng before turning a fierce, threatening glare on the other two. "If the two of you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me, I'll go find your elders and pick a fight with them!"

The two of them instantly fell silent, thinking frantically in their hearts: *Big brother, my dear big brother, for goodness sake, do not fight this kid! It's not that this kid is exceptionally skilled at fighting; it's that he utterly loves to fight. If you beat him up, his family won't even intervene, but Jiang Muyang will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. She is an absolute apex predator!*

The winter before last, a group of foreign mercenaries wanted to hijack Jiang Muyang while she was inspecting the energy market in Africa. Using nothing more than a single eyebrow pencil fished out of her everyday handbag, this woman single-handedly slaughtered twelve enemies and took the two ringleaders of the mercenary group alive, terrifying the local military into speechless silence.

If there was one truly obnoxious thing about Jiang Chengyang, it was his pathological obsession with picking fights. When he won, he would become utterly insufferable with arrogance; when he lost, he would run straight to Jiang Muyang to file a complaint. Provoking that female tyrannosaurus rex was something no normal human being could possibly endure—that was a woman who would genuinely resort to lethal force to eliminate her opponents.

My brothers, this is all we can do to help you. Just make sure you don't fight this shameless little wretch unless you can actually defeat Jiang Muyang. But if you could do that, you'd probably be even more depressed.

The condition Jiang Muyang had publicly announced was simple: whoever could defeat her and beat her into submission would become her husband.

Good heavens, is that something a human being could possibly achieve?

Everyone is only living their first human life; who would want to spend every single day brawling with their own wife?

Young Master Zhang knew full well that the scion of the Bai family had simply used his troublemaking as an excuse to reject Jiang Muyang. However, that idiot had taken the act far too seriously and had truly forged a mortal enemy with this kid this time—though, according to the young master's warped logic, that fellow ought to be thanking him instead.

If the Bai family's brat hadn't lacked the sheer courage to marry Jiang Muyang, even if he had spilled all of that brat's dirty secrets to her, it wouldn't have terrified the guy into fleeing for his life like that.

Marry Jiang Muyang?

Do you know what kind of rumors circulate within Jiangzhou's elite second-generation circles?

When a group of people placed bets, the most vicious penalty was invariably "the loser has to go marry Jiang Muyang." That threat carried no less weight than a nuclear bomb.

Otherwise, given the immense power and influence of the Jiang family, how many people would have wailed and begged to marry into the clan, yet to this day, not a single soul had ever heard of anyone actually making that fateful resolution?

Even though this fellow surnamed Yang had managed to conquer Chen Aijia, another of Jiangzhou's top-tier, stunningly beautiful, and influential beauties, he was still considered a friend of sorts, and one simply couldn't lead him into a death trap.

Just as the two of them were entertaining these thoughts, they heard Jiang Chengyang sneer, "Hey, I said you surnamed Yang, are you even a real man? I'm not even afraid of what happens if I lose, so what on earth are you afraid of? Give me a straight answer: do you dare to fight me or not?"

With that, the fellow smiled a profoundly wretched and malicious smile. In the eyes of the other two, he looked absolute like a devil, cheerfully dangling the bait: "There are perks to winning, you know—monstrous perks!"

Damn it all! If marrying Jiang Muyang counted as a monstrous perk, the sun would have to rise from the west!