Jiaoyang?! Everyone was shocked. How did this matter involve Jiaoyang again?

Mu Yan hadn’t seen much of Zhuang Jiaoyang, but her impression of this aunt was that of a petty, arrogant, and unruly person.

So she wasn’t surprised that Zhuang Jiaoyang would do something so bizarre, but why would she write love letters to Liang Rong in the name of Zhuang Shaoyang? Wasn’t that crazy?

Zhuang Shaoyang also looked bewildered at this moment as to what Jiaoyang had to do with it.

He suddenly remembered that he had once lost a few love letters, and at the time he had searched every corner of his room but couldn’t find them.

Since it concerned his room and love letters, it was naturally awkward to ask others, so he had been upset for a while and then rewrote them.

Thinking about it now, losing one letter could be a coincidence, but losing several meant it was deliberate.

He abruptly looked at Ruan Xinyu, "Sister-in-law, is Jiaoyang coming today?"

"Yes, she should be here soon," Ruan Xinyu replied.

Zhuang Shaoyang’s face was stern, his eyes extremely gloomy.

Liang Rong, seeing the terrifying storm-brewing look on his face, had a guess she couldn’t accept in her heart.

She sarcastically said, "What, you don’t want to admit what you’ve done and want to pin it on Jiaoyang?"

"Once she arrives, the truth will be clear," Zhuang Shaoyang coldly said, looking at her strangely, "I never thought you had such intentions."

Liang Rong, seeing the disgust in his eyes, turned pale and was about to defend herself when a female voice came from the doorway.

"What are you trying to pin on me?"

Everyone in the living room looked toward the doorway and saw Zhuang Jiaoyang in a red down jacket entering, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, appearing like a haughty queen.

Her husband, Hu Zhiyuan, followed her in, smiling and greeting everyone in the room.

Zhuang Jiaoyang scanned the living room with some surprise, "It seems we have guests today, who I don’t recognize."

"Jiaoyang, don’t be rude," Mrs. Zhuang said sternly.

Zhuang Jiaoyang curled her lips, showing a bit of impatience, and walked in, saying, "I’ll go upstairs and change my clothes first."

"Stop!" Mr. Zhuang suddenly said.

Zhuang Jiaoyang looked at her father in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

She glanced at the Zhuang Zeyang and Zhuang Shaoyang brothers, then at Liang Rong and Zhuang Chujiao, feeling something was off with the atmosphere.

Seeing Zhuang Chujiao kneeling on the ground, she asked, "Jiaojiao, why are you sitting on the ground?"

Zhuang Chujiao, upon seeing her, said aggrievedly, "Aunt, they’re bullying me."

Zhuang Jiaoyang’s expression darkened upon hearing this, "Who dares to bully you?"

"Him, him, him, her, all of them are bullying me and my mom!" Zhuang Chujiao pointed to Long Xiao and then to Mu Yan, including the elder Zhuang and his wife in her circle of resentment.

Zhuang Jiaoyang was shocked, wondering what had happened.

Her gaze swept over Mu Yan, with a hint of disgust appearing on her face, "It must be you stirring things up again; you won’t rest until our home is in chaos, will you? No matter what, Jiaojiao is still your elder sister. Do you understand the rules of seniority?"

Mu Yan looked at her coldly, too lazy to respond.

Zhuang Shaoyang angrily shouted, "Shut up! You say she’s stirring up trouble, but the real troublemaker is you, Zhuang Jiaoyang. What have you been doing behind our backs?"

Zhuang Jiaoyang was somewhat confused and more annoyed, "What nonsense are you talking about? What have I done to displease you? Is it that my coming home annoys you? Fine, I’ll leave!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Zhuang Shaoyang coldly said, "Once everything is clarified, whether you go or stay, it doesn’t matter to us."