You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

After spending a few minutes in the corridor, the two returned to the restaurant.

The atmosphere seemed to have returned to normal.

But Zhou Yazhi had no intention of letting this peace last long.

She was burning with anger.

She was so bluntly shut down by Jiang Che just now, where could she put her face?

Moreover, her purpose in coming here today is not pure.

The old man and woman suddenly called the whole family back for dinner, ostensibly to welcome Jiang Che and his girlfriend.

But in Zhou Yazhi's view, the significance of this meal went far beyond simply welcoming the guests.

Jiang Che is Jiang Dahai's only son and the only male heir of the next generation in the entire Jiang family.

The woman he brought back will very likely become the young mistress of the Jiang family in the future.

Zhou Yazhi understood the significance of this position better than anyone else.

So tonight, she was determined to make this wild girl, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, back down in front of the old man and the old woman.

Ideally, the old man and woman would also feel that the girl is not good enough for the Jiang family and would kick her out on their own initiative.

This is the result Zhou Yazhi wanted to see.

Zhou Yazhi picked up her teacup, took a sip, glanced at Su Qinghe almost imperceptibly, and then asked with a kind and concerned tone:

"Qinghe, speaking of which... you and Xiaoche both took the college entrance exam this year, right? How were your results? Which schools did you apply to?"

"My second aunt also has relatives whose children are taking the college entrance examination this year, so she is quite concerned about these things."

At first glance, Zhou Yazhi seems to be genuinely concerned about the academic performance of the younger generation, like an elder.

However, if Su Qinghe answers poorly in any aspect, that point will become Zhou Yazhi's point of attack against her.

Especially since she had already learned about Su Qinghe's background beforehand.

A poor girl from a small town was kicked out of the Su family and left to wander the streets, where she was picked up by Jiang Che.

With that kind of background, how good can their grades be?

Zhou Yazhi was already mentally prepared.

Once Su Qinghe gives a meaningless score, she can use seemingly comforting but actually condescending remarks like, "Oh, this score is pretty good too," to expose the girl's true colors in front of the old man.

Even without saying anything harsh, everyone present will be able to sense the underlying meaning.

So this is all the future young mistress of the Jiang family is capable of?

But right after Zhou Yazhi finished speaking, something very interesting happened.

Apart from Jiang Dahe's family, everyone else at the table had strange expressions.

Zhou Yazhi naturally noticed everyone's reaction, and she was secretly pleased with herself.

She assumed that everyone's expressions were because Su Qinghe's grades were not good enough, so the whole family felt embarrassed for Jiang Che, which was why they had such an "unbearable to look at" reaction.

But the next second, Su Qinghe's words left Zhou Yazhi frozen in place—

"Don't mention it, Auntie. I only scored 734 on the college entrance exam this year, ranking third in the province."

After he finished speaking, the entire dining table fell into dead silence.

Jiang Dahe's teacup, which he had just picked up, was suspended in mid-air. He forgot to put it down and forgot to bring it to his lips, and it just stood there frozen in place.

What did he hear?

734 points?

Third in the province?

Jiang Dahe's mind raced as he tried to process the information.

He originally thought that Su Qinghe, a girl from a small town, would be lucky to get into an ordinary university, but she said she was among the top three in the province.

Is this some kind of joke?

Zhou Yazhi was even more devastated than Jiang Dahe.

734 points.

This score is significantly higher than the admission cutoff score for Beijing University in previous years, making it a top-tier score in any province across the country.

Even if she wanted to find fault, she couldn't find a single point to criticize.

But Zhou Yazhi was still unwilling to give up. Her mind raced, trying to find any other point of attack, even just one.

But Su Qinghe didn't give her that time at all.

Su Qinghe blinked, her smile becoming even more innocent and harmless, and asked sweetly, "Second Aunt, you just said that some of our relatives' children are taking the college entrance exam this year, right?"

Zhou Yazhi nodded stiffly.

Su Qinghe tilted her head, feigning innocent curiosity, and continued, "So how did she do on the exam? Her grades must have been pretty good, right?"

"After all, Auntie, you care so much about the college entrance exam, so you must really care about the education of your juniors."

"With your guidance, I'm sure she'll do very well on the exam, right?"

Zhou Yazhi's face turned red for a long time, and she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

After all, the so-called "relative's child" was just a pretext she made up on the spot.

This was all to pave the way for making things difficult for Su Qinghe.

Now that Su Qinghe has thrown the question back at her, how can she answer it?

You can't exactly say "this person doesn't actually exist," can you?

The atmosphere at the dinner table became subtle.

Apart from Jiang Dahe and Jiang Yueyao, everyone else was waiting to see Zhou Yazhi make a fool of herself.

Just as Zhou Yazhi was caught in a dilemma, Su Qinghe's gaze subtly shifted to Jiang Yueyao sitting opposite her.

"Speaking of which, Yueyao should be taking the college entrance exam too, right?"

Jiang Yueyao was initially relieved that the blame hadn't been directed at her, but then Su Qinghe suddenly called out on her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Su Qinghe, seemingly oblivious to her embarrassment, continued with a smile, "How many points did you get? Was it higher than your sister's?"

"I overheard you talking about horseback riding and a private party. It seems like Yueyao must be a very outstanding girl. Her grades must be excellent, right?"

Jiang Yueyao's expression crumbled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her lips moved a few times, and a few indistinct syllables escaped her throat, "I...I..."

Su Qinghe gracefully rested her arms on the table, her hands clasped together to support her chin, quietly awaiting Jiang Yueyao's reply.

His expression remained innocent, as if he were genuinely just chatting with a younger sister he had just met, without any malice.

Sweat was already beading on Jiang Yueyao's forehead.

What college entrance exam score could she possibly have to apply for?

She attended an international high school because her grades were so bad that she couldn't even get into a decent high school in China. Her parents spent a lot of money and used their connections to get her in.

As for the college entrance examination, let alone the fact that she is not qualified to register, even if she did register, she would just be cannon fodder. If she could score 200 points, it would be considered that she has become intelligent.

Jiang Yueyao's brain was racing, desperately trying to figure out how to gloss over the topic.

"I...I studied abroad."

"The education system abroad is different from that in China, so... so I didn't take the national college entrance examination in China."

At this point, Jiang Yueyao really didn't know how to continue making up a story, so she could only secretly cast a pleading look at her parents standing to the side.

Jiang Dahe and Zhou Yazhi were no match for her; one lowered her head and pretended to eat, while the other sat stiffly, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Jiang Yueyao could only look at Jiang Zhenshan in the main seat. The old man was drinking his soup expressionlessly, without even lifting his eyelids.

She glanced at Song Huilan again; the old lady was whispering something to Bai Qing, not even looking in her direction.

There was a large group of people at the table, but no one was willing to help her out.

Jiang Yueyao was both angry and anxious.

Why? Why?!

What right does some wild girl, who seems to have crawled out of some muddy ditch, have to sit next to Grandma? And what right does she have to make Jiang, the respectable daughter of the Jiang family, feel so humiliated in this home?