Chapter 15: I Will Grant Your Wish
Maple Leaf City, Red Maple Community.
After parking the Bugatti Veyron in the underground garage, Jiang Hao went upstairs to return home.
Today, he was to pack up his belongings and move out.
From now on, he would no longer live with Su Qingli, and the divorce, sooner or later, would be finalized.
In the bedroom Jiang Hao shared with Su Qingli, the furniture was sparse, but the shelves brimmed with countless ornaments—all things Su Qingli loved.
Jiang Hao, apart from a few daily necessities and several pieces of clothing, had nothing else to bring along. Looking at his single suitcase, one could hardly believe he had lived here for years; he seemed more like a transient guest at an inn.
“Farewell, Su family.”
He murmured to himself, his tone utterly indifferent.
Just as he was about to step out the door, a cacophony of footsteps echoed from the corridor, followed by urgent knocking.
“Jiang Hao, get out here!”
“Open the door!”
“Committing a crime and hiding away—never thought you’d turn out to be such a coward!”
“Didn’t you want to divorce Su Qingli? Didn’t you say you wanted to sever ties with our Su family? Since that’s the case, what are you doing back here?”
One shout after another rang in from outside, fueling Jiang Hao’s anger.
The Su clan truly had no intention of letting him go.
Jiang Hao strode over and opened the door, only to see the corridor crowded with people—all members of the Su family.
Foremost stood the Su matriarch, her eldest grandson, Su Tianming, supporting her at her side. Surrounding them were other relatives: Su Qingli’s uncles and aunts, all present.
Su Qingli and her mother, Zhang Liping, were also among them.
Yet everyone else glared at Jiang Hao, eyes blazing with fury, while Su Qingli hung her head, as if afraid to look at him.
“So you’ve arrived?” Jiang Hao wore a cold smile, his tone casual and dismissive.
Hearing him speak this way, the Su matriarch began to cough loudly in anger. Su Tianming, unable to contain his rage, shouted at Jiang Hao, “Jiang Hao, after making a scene at grandmother’s banquet, you dare return here? You dare use that tone with her? Have you no sense of shame?”
“And someone like you dares lecture me about shame?” Jiang Hao retorted without hesitation.
His words only infuriated Su Tianming further.
In the past, had Jiang Hao dared to speak to him like this, he would have unleashed a barrage of insults—and perhaps even fists—to vent his fury.
But now, he lacked the courage.
In the banquet hall, Jiang Hao had already beaten him soundly; he no longer had the nerve to confront Jiang Hao head-on.
Zhang Liping stepped forward, her voice sharp and venomous: “Jiang Hao, didn’t you swagger about wanting to divorce my daughter? Fine, we’ll help you—come with us now and get the divorce papers signed! If you don’t divorce her today, you’re not a man!”
Divorce?
Nothing could suit him better.
Jiang Hao had already decided to divorce Su Qingli; he’d even printed the agreement himself, and only needed to fill in the details and get it stamped.
Yet now, with Zhang Liping insulting him so openly, Jiang Hao was not inclined to comply.
He cast a contemptuous glance at Zhang Liping, lifted his chin, and said, “You think I’ll divorce just because you tell me to? Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are?”
At this, Zhang Liping was stunned.
Jiang Hao had dared insult her—and in front of so many people?
How could she ever hold her head up again?
Furious, Zhang Liping shrieked, “Jiang Hao, I am your mother-in-law! How dare you, as my son-in-law, speak to me this way? Are you even human? I’ll settle this with you today!”
Before her words were finished, she pushed aside the others and charged at Jiang Hao, hands raised, nails ready to scratch his face—only then could she vent her burning rage.
“Aunt, don’t—!”
Seeing this, Su Tianming tried to intervene.
He had already experienced Jiang Hao’s strength firsthand; even he, trained in martial arts, was no match for Jiang Hao. What could Zhang Liping, an ordinary middle-aged woman, possibly do?
But he spoke too late, unable to stop her. Zhang Liping was already upon Jiang Hao.
Smack!
A heavy slap landed on Zhang Liping’s face.
Stunned by the blow, she saw stars, spun around, and collapsed to the floor in a daze.
Jiang Hao calmly withdrew his hand.
He had delivered the slap himself.
He’d long harbored the urge to strike his mother-in-law—since ages past—but had never dared. Now, he had, and he did not hesitate.
It felt exhilarating!
Jiang Hao’s heart surged with delight; his hand trembled slightly from excitement.
To slap one’s mother-in-law—what a glorious thing!
“You actually hit me?” Zhang Liping clutched her face, staring blankly at Jiang Hao.
“Yes.”
Jiang Hao nodded with a smile.
“You really hit me?” Zhang Liping, incredulous, repeated herself.
“Yes.”
Jiang Hao smiled again, nodding.
Zhang Liping, wild with rage, scrambled up and lunged at Jiang Hao again.
“If you’ve got guts, hit me again! Do it again!”
Humiliated beyond measure, Zhang Liping had lost all reason.
But so what?
Even if she were truly insane, what could she do?
“Such a peculiar request—I’ve never heard anything like it. Very well, I’ll oblige you!”
No sooner had Jiang Hao spoken than he delivered another fierce slap to Zhang Liping’s face.
This time, she staggered several steps before crashing down on her backside.
The surrounding Su family members were utterly dumbfounded.
Jiang Hao had struck Su Tianming at the banquet—that was understandable, as they were peers.
But Zhang Liping was his mother-in-law, his elder—and he dared strike her, and with such righteous confidence?
It was beyond belief.