In the Jiang family's hall, a group of people were seated with solemn expressions.
"I can save him, but he must break off his engagement with Jiang Caiwei."
At the precise moment when Jiang Jiubai's finger pointed at her, Jiang Caiwei's face turned green.
"Jiang Jiubai," Jiang Caiwei was livid. "What on earth are you blabbering about?!"
"I wasn't done speaking." Jiang Jiubai glanced at her askew. Then, he drawled out a few more words, "Break your engagement with Jiang Caiwei and... marry me!"
The last two words fell like a hammer, and the buzz of the big hall hushed.
The servants in the hall who were waiting on them took condescending looks at the woman sitting in the middle of the living room—
Jiang Jiubai, Jiang Caiwei's half-sister from a different mother, made such a request when her future brother-in-law was gravely ill and her help was the only way out.
Surely, this was taking advantage of someone's plight.
