Earlier, he was already about to reach the airport, but then his mother suddenly called saying she was unwell. In a fluster, he rushed back, only to find her sitting fine on the sofa. Even Jiao Yang, who was always gentle towards both mothers, was now angry.

"I must go back to attend my important friend’s wedding." Jiao Yang stood up and glanced at the bodyguards standing at the hall door, "Let them step aside, or I won’t mind using force."

"Important friend?" The Duke of Kent’s tone was contemptuous, "Is it that Princess Sissi?!"

"Are you investigating?" Jiao Yang frowned, "Yes, it’s her, is that not okay?!"

Jiao Yalin also stood up, "Xiao Yang, for her, you’ve wasted five years. Now she’s getting married. Do you still want to persist?"

"That’s my business." Jiao Yang looked at his mother, "I don’t want to be disrespectful, so please don’t judge my feelings, and especially don’t judge Sissi."

"Xiao Yang!" Jiao Yalin walked in front of him and lifted her hand to hold his shoulder, "I was heartbroken by what you did before, but I always believed you would find true love. However, Sissi clearly isn’t it. This one-sided love of yours..."

"Enough!" Jiao Yang interrupted her, "I’ve said, don’t judge my feelings!"

How could they fail to understand his feelings for Xiao Qian and disparage them so?

The Duke of Kent rose angrily, "How can you speak to your mother like that?"

"Right, you’re a gentleman. You never lose your temper, right?!" Jiao Yang turned to look at him, "So, would a gentleman betray his wife? Would a gentleman let his wife be ignored for over ten years? Don’t think I don’t know; I know everything. Do you know why I want to leave home? Because I don’t want to hear my mom crying every night. I hate all of this, so... I absolutely won’t continue this kind of life. I won’t become you, nor do I want to drag any woman into being a second mother. Now, tell your men to get out of the way!"

Dragging his suitcase, Jiao Yang strode towards the door.

A few bodyguards immediately moved to block him.

Jiao Yang clenched his fists at his sides, let go of his suitcase, and suddenly grabbed one of the men in front of him, delivering a fierce punch to his side ribs, followed by the second, the third...

Ignoring the suitcase on the ground, he dashed out the door, jumped into a car parked outside, and raced towards the airport.

He had already delayed quite a bit, if he were any later, he’d truly miss their wedding.

Jiao Yang glanced at the time; it was past two in the afternoon in London. In an hour there should be a direct flight to Beijing; if he could reach the airport in time, he should still make it.

Speeding all the way, Jiao Yang drove the car fast.

At an intersection, a car suddenly swerved in. Jiao Yang slammed on the brake, the car swerved dangerously close to the other car before stopping.

"Sorry!" The girl driving jumped out, apologetically ran to his car’s side, "Are you alright?"

Jiao Yang lowered the window, "I’m fine, but you need to move your car right away, I’m in a hurry!"

"Okay!" she agreed, but suddenly, an arm reached over, and a small syringe was injected into his neck.