Chapter Ninety-One: Su Yixue's Dream of a Prestigious Marriage

The Grand Matriarch had come in person to the Su family villa.

At the sight of this, everyone in the Su family was visibly shaken.

Su Yicai’s earlier conjecture only made them all even more certain, their confidence swelling at once.

After all the twists and turns, with the eightieth birthday now almost upon them, the Ye clan would surely have to give a final answer at such a critical moment, rather than keep testing them endlessly.

At the thought of this, Old Master Su instantly wiped away his tears and hurried forward with utmost deference. Bending both knees, he dropped straight to the ground in a full prostration to receive her.

“Your humble servant, Su Dahai, welcomes the Grand Matriarch!”

Su Yixue and Su Yicai followed without hesitation, kneeling in a practiced show of reverence.

Su Zhengjun looked puzzled, but without thinking too much, he too went down on one knee.

The Grand Matriarch, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, stepped through the villa doors. Seeing the disorder strewn everywhere, she could not help but feel a wave of distaste. “Has your Su family villa been robbed?”

Old Master Su’s heart lurched. Afraid to mention that the betrothal gifts had been stolen, lest the Grand Matriarch blame the Su family for it, he kept bowing as he said, “Please forgive us, Grand Matriarch. The Su family was indeed targeted by thieves, but fortunately the losses were not great.”

“Do you people of the Su family even understand why we came here personally today?” Jiang Yingxia adjusted her collar, equally disgusted in her heart, cursing the Su family as a pack of worthless things.

Su Yicai raised his head and, in a fit of self-assured cleverness, said, “It must be to tell us the Ye family’s position—to tell us they agree to my sister’s marriage with the Ye heir. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Mother!” Su Yixue shouted it out brazenly, without the slightest hesitation, putting on an especially docile and sensible facade.

Jiang Yingxia glared. “Who is your mother?”

Su Yixue’s face turned green from the rebuff. Stammering, she said, “If I don’t call you Mother, what should I call you? Isn’t it about to be approved anyway?”

Old Master Su still had not realized what was wrong. He hurriedly shot her a look and said, “Su Yixue, stop talking for now. After all, the Ye family hasn’t officially announced anything to the public yet. How could you be so eager to change how you address her?”

Su Zhengjun swallowed hard, looking at the Grand Matriarch and Jiang Yingxia’s expressions. An unbidden panic surged through him as he thought that things could not possibly be so simple. For the Su family to be daydreaming right in front of them was nothing short of courting death.

Sure enough, the Grand Matriarch immediately said, “I think the Su family must have water in its brain to spout such nonsense here!”

Jiang Yingxia arched a brow. “Did the Su family have its brain beaten stupid at the Tiandu Chamber of Commerce last time? From what you’re saying, it sounds as if Su Yixue is my daughter-in-law?”

“Isn’t that so?” Old Master Su asked in confusion.

Jiang Yingxia let out a cold snort. “Even if the Ye clan were to fully agree to this marriage, it still would not be Su Yixue who calls me Mother. It would be Su Rulan instead!”

The words fell, and the entire Su family villa plunged into an unprecedented silence.

Su Rulan???

What did this have to do with Su Rulan?

Wait—

Could it be that from beginning to end, they had been mistaken all along?

“Grand Matriarch, could it be that Su Rulan’s husband is the true Ye heir?” Old Master Su held his breath, his heart beginning to pound wildly.

“That’s impossible. How could it be that fool? If that were the case, wouldn’t the betrothal gifts have been sent to Su Rulan? Was it all just my own dream?” Su Yixue’s face was full of disbelief; she simply could not accept it.

“Could it be that the man we called brother-in-law before was never the real Ye heir, but actually just a branch member of the Ye family?” Su Yicai was the most stunned of all, utterly dumbstruck.

Before this, they had repeatedly discredited Ye Tianlin’s identity. Yet now, with the Grand Matriarch personally arriving, they not only failed to get the outcome they had imagined, but the central figures had become Ye Tianlin and Su Rulan. It was so shocking it felt almost unreal.

The Grand Matriarch said with visible disgust, “I never expected such a blunder in the middle of all this, but Ye Tianlin is indeed the Ye heir. You had the wrong person.”

Jiang Yingxia echoed her, “Your Su family is truly blind, unable to even tell who is who, yet you still dared to talk about self-awareness in front of me. You are ignorant to the extreme.”

“This...” Old Master Su was utterly suffocated, his mind swept by towering waves. In an instant, his body seemed turned to stone.

“How did this end up like this?” Su Yicai drew in a sharp breath, his hands and feet going ice-cold, only then finally understanding how foolish his behavior had been all along.

Most crucial of all, he had even shown off his half-baked knowledge before Ye Tianlin, and boasted that the Ye family was about to make its decision, that they would soon move into the Azure Bay Villa, and that they would also be holding the eightieth birthday banquet there.

And now, with all these matters linked together, the Su family’s faces were being slapped again and again in the invisible wind of events. Alongside their shame, they felt utterly humiliated and had nowhere to hide.

“The one who married into wealth and power... wasn’t me?” Su Yixue turned deathly pale, the color draining from her face. A wave of helplessness surged through her entire body; the dream shattered in an instant, leaving only deep, overwhelming despair.

Su Zhengjun braced both hands on the ground and said shakily, “I told you long ago, but none of you believed me. You insisted on trusting Su Yicai. Now the truth is finally out, and trouble has finally been brought upon us, hasn’t it? Do you really think this can be settled so easily today?”