Volume One, Chapter Two: The Burial Companion

What kind of savage words are these? Changing their surname? Is Chu Lingtian out of his mind? After spending several years in prison, how could his personality change so drastically?

Chu Jianguo’s mouth twitched, and the anger he had been suppressing erupted uncontrollably. “You little bastard, what a cocky tone you have!”

“Spent a few years behind bars and learned a few tricks, have you?”

“Get them!”

With Chu Jianguo’s roar, the bodyguards inside the villa surged out like a flood—more than a dozen of them.

Each one was a top-tier expert; two of them were champions from the national fighting tournament just a few years ago.

“If we don’t crush your arrogance, you might forget how the Chu family made its fortune.”

“Attack!” Chu Jianguo snorted.

“Don’t kill him, just break his damn legs. Then he’ll be happy to marry into the Jiang family.” Jin Cui sneered.

“Don’t worry, Madam Boss, consider it done.”

The man leading the group grinned, then launched himself forward like a projectile.

With a salary of two million a year, he had to show some results to the boss.

“Kid, you’re out of luck…”

In the blink of an eye, he was right beside Chu Lingtian.

But before he could make a move, Chu Lingtian struck first, his fist the size of a sandbag shooting out straight at him.

The speed was so fast it was a blur—impossible to react in time.

Boom!

The next moment, the man flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, soaring over ten meters before crashing into the garden wall.

Crash!

The wall collapsed along with him.

“Before you make a move, you’d better weigh your strength first.”

“If you want to die, I can grant your wish.”

Chu Lingtian cast a glance around.

Just one glance.

The dozen or so experts all suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies trembling.

His aura was overwhelming, utterly crushing.

Meanwhile, Chu Jianguo’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What was going on? One punch and the expert they paid two million to bring here was sent flying?

Damn it!

Is this even human?

What the hell happened to this bastard during those five years in prison?

Chu Jianguo swallowed hard, trembling at the corner of his mouth.

“Son… it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding…”

“Yes, I was wrong before. To make up for it, I’ll compensate you.”

“You know the Jiang family from Jiangnan, right? Jiang Wan is at the perfect age to be married off. I’ll arrange the two of you, and when you become the son-in-law of the Jiang family, you’ll enjoy endless riches and honor.”

“Jiang Wan was born disabled. Why don’t you make Chu Hao marry her?” Chu Lingtian said with a cold smile.

“How… how do you know about that?” Chu Jianguo was shocked. Chu Lingtian spent five years in prison—how could he possibly know?

“No one can hide what I want to find out.”

The influence of the Tianji Sect spanned the globe, with countless channels of information. Though only the inner circle remained, it was easy to access such data.

“Even if she’s disabled, she’s still the heir to the Jiang family. Having power and prestige, marrying a disabled wife isn’t a bad deal. You have to lose something to gain something.” Chu Jianguo smiled wryly.

No matter how much he talked, Chu Lingtian didn’t believe a word.

Before he went to prison, he was promised that the Chu family would hire the best lawyers and spend whatever it took to get him bailed out.

But in the end, it was a five-year sentence.

No visits from them during those five years.

Chu Lingtian had long seen through the Chu family.

“Let me guess.”

“It’s probably because the Jiang family’s marriage arrangement fell on you, so you had no choice but to marry your own son into their family?”

“Chu Hao wasn’t willing, so you came after me?”

Chu Lingtian chuckled.

Chu Jianguo broke out in cold sweat. Damn it, how does this kid know everything?

Since the topic was out in the open, Chu Jianguo stopped hiding it. “Fine, you want to know your origins? You can, but only if you marry into the Jiang family.”

“If you don’t agree, I won’t tell you who you really are.”

“In this world, only I know your true identity.”

He had thought there would be some bargaining.

Unexpectedly, Chu Lingtian agreed immediately. “Fine, I accept.”

“When I get to the Jiang family, tell me who I really am.”

“If you dare lie to me again,”

“I will make the entire Chu family disappear from Donghai.”

After the agreement, Chu Lingtian was immediately driven to Jiangnan by a private car.

After sending off this misfortune, Jin Cui’s face twisted with rage as she cursed, “That bastard actually dared to hit my son. He deserves to die!”

“Don’t be angry. Now that he’s with the Jiang family, someone will deal with him.”

“No one in the Jiang family will tolerate him.”

…

Three hours later.

Chu Lingtian’s private car stopped inside the Jiang family estate.

As soon as he stepped out, a large group of staff approached. “Young Master Chu, please change your clothes first. Your current attire is inappropriate.”

Within ten minutes, Chu Lingtian was dressed in a suit and tie, adorned with a gold watch and necklace.

Clothes make the man, and a horse needs its saddle.

After this transformation, Chu Lingtian was no longer an eyesore—he was at a level fit for debuting publicly.

“Damn, back to the prison style again,” Chu Lingtian muttered, pouting.

During those years at Fire Phoenix, the women often mocked him, dressing him up like a clown and teasing him constantly.

Loosening his tie and cracking his neck, Chu Lingtian looked toward a man who seemed like the butler. “Take me to see your master. My marriage to Jiang Wan should be arranged as soon as possible.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” the butler frowned.

“Is the master someone you can just see whenever you want?”

But then he relaxed.

Chu Jianguo had warned them that this son had been in prison and had a bad temper.

Such rude arrogance now made sense.

“Our lady wants to see you first,” the butler cleared his throat, speaking quietly. “She’s fragile. When you meet her, behave yourself. No shouting or causing a scene—if you scare her and she falls ill, you won’t be forgiven.”

Chu Lingtian sneered, unwilling to argue with a mere butler, and followed him.

What annoyed him was the dozens of people trailing behind—each radiating a sharp, deadly aura—clearly experts.

Perhaps this was the Jiang family’s way of greeting guests?

Soon, they arrived at a three-story courtyard within the estate.

The Jiang family was wealthy and powerful, owning dozens of acres with numerous villas for family members.

Jiang Wan lived here.

“Let him in.”

“You all stay outside,” came a pleasant voice from the doorbell.

“Understood, Miss,” the butler nodded.

He opened the door, invited Chu Lingtian inside, then waved his hand.

The experts outside vanished instantly, blending into the shadows.

Walking into the hall, Chu Lingtian saw a young woman sitting in a wheelchair.

She was in her early twenties, frail and weak, yet her exquisite features could not be hidden.

If healthy, she would undoubtedly be a peerless beauty.

“So you’re Jiang Wan?” Chu Lingtian said in surprise.

The rumors said she was born disabled and extremely ugly; clearly, the information was wrong.

“You’re quite handsome yourself, a rare talent among men.”

“Too bad you shouldn’t get mixed up in my mess,” Jiang Wan glanced at him, nodding approvingly but then sighed repeatedly.

“There should be guards outside, right?”

“If you want to leave, you definitely can’t use the main entrance.”

“Here’s the plan: I’ll find a way to help you escape. Once you leave, don’t ever come back to Jiangnan—don’t even return to Donghai.”

Jiang Wan muttered to herself.

“Why?” Chu Lingtian asked, puzzled.

“Our marriage isn’t just to bring good fortune. After Grandfather passes, you and I will be buried with him.”

Jiang Wan gave a weak, bitter smile.