Grandpa Xu admitted to wronging her so effortlessly, which left Yan Xiaye somewhat stunned.
She nodded respectfully and smiled faintly with downcast eyes: "Please go ahead."
Grandpa Xu's gaze was inscrutable, applying pressure with the demeanor of a commanding figure: "The answer is Jiang Chuan. As long as he has feelings for you, none of this will be a problem."
"You…"
Yan Xiaye blinked in confusion, like a student earnestly asking questions: "Do you really believe that Jiang Chuan is destined to bring misfortune to his wife?"
After all, with Jiang Chuan's family background, he could easily match with the best elites of the Capital City.
In comparison, not only does she have a past too painful to speak of, her family background is far inferior; no matter how one looks at it, she is unworthy of pairing with the eldest son of the Xu Family.
"Of course I don't believe those rumors."
