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Jiang Lai stared at the direction where his car had completely disappeared, hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and quickly dialed Han Tao's number:

"Hey, I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this again. Where are you now? What exactly did my brother say to you? Did he threaten you?"

Han Tao's slightly sarcastic voice came from the other end of the phone: "He can't threaten me. But to be honest, the way of thinking of you Jiang family members is really hard to understand."

The president of the Jiang Group, a man of such stature, makes hasty conclusions without even conducting the most basic investigations, acting more impulsively than a mere youth. And then there's his habit of throwing money at people…”

He paused deliberately at this point before continuing, "Well... that could be a good thing! It's a pity that it's too stingy and has no manners whatsoever."

He told me I could name any of his conditions, but he got upset when I did. It's just a hundred Hope Primary Schools, and he's already throwing a tantrum; he has absolutely no sense of public service.

So please don't come looking for me again. I don't want to cause trouble for no reason, and I certainly don't want to deal with heartless, wealthy families.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Lai stood in front of the villa, lost in thought for a long time: "A hundred Hope Primary Schools? Only Han Tao could come up with that idea."

It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, no one has ever dared to tease or manipulate Jiang Haokun in such a way. Yet, the other party's few words left him speechless and unable to find a suitable reason to lash out.

Suddenly a night breeze blew by, and the anger that had been burning in my heart vanished, leaving only a deep sense of curiosity and excitement.

Because this man was completely different from all the suitors she had ever had before.

Most people who approached her coveted the Jiang family's wealth and status, and they all acted cautiously and tried their best to please her. Only Han Tao avoided her as if she were a disaster.

Especially when faced with Jiang Haokun's threats and inducements, she remained neither humble nor arrogant, and even dared to use this method to fight back against her brother.

The thought of Jiang Haokun, who was usually so aloof, being rendered speechless and humiliated by Hong Wen made her smile involuntarily.

This man is truly fascinating; he exudes an extraordinary aura. And the more aloof and distant he is, the stronger Jiang Lai's desire to conquer him becomes.

After standing at the door laughing for a while, she picked up her phone and redialed a number. "Hey, Jiang Haokun, I'm warning you, don't stop me from pursuing my own happiness."

Otherwise, if I'm unhappy, nobody else will be happy either. If I'm not having a good time, then nobody else will be. I'll make sure you and Gan Jing never have a peaceful day again!

Jiang Haokun on the other end of the phone frowned deeply and said helplessly, "Lai Lai, don't be willful! And don't associate with this man of unknown origin anymore. His intentions are definitely not simple."

"Purpose?" Jiang Lai walked to the sofa and sat down, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Jiang Haokun, stop using your assumptions to define others."

  

He casually refused two million yuan and even advised me to donate to building a hundred Hope Primary Schools. Compared to those who fawn over me every day, desperate to curry favor with the Jiang family, he's far more honest.

After saying that, she ignored Jiang Haokun's increasingly grim expression on the other end of the phone, got up and went straight upstairs. The first thing she did when she got back to her room was to get a bottle of red wine and set an alarm on her phone so as not to miss Han Tao's moving date.

On Jiang Haokun's end, hearing the busy tone on the phone, he slammed the phone aside, his cheeks puffed out and twitching uncontrollably. He was furious, extremely furious!

He had just been threatened by Han Tao, and now he was being threatened by his own sister. He gritted his teeth, picked up his phone again, and dialed his secretary's number.

"Help me investigate the identity of this person named Han Tao. He's very close to Lai Lai."

They came back together tonight; Lai Lai is completely captivated by his sweet talk.

Jiang Haokun's influence in Shanghai is still considerable. In less than half an hour, his men had thoroughly investigated Han Tao's background and life experience.

"Han Tao, from Heilongjiang Province, received his undergraduate degree from Wuhan University and was subsequently recommended for a combined master's and doctoral program at Shanghai University. He stayed on as a faculty member two and a half years ago. His parents..."

"He is a very ordinary person, except for the school he attends and a few of his teachers who have impressive backgrounds."

His life story can be described in one word: "ordinary!" Just a few days ago, he even faced marginalization and being removed from teaching duties.

Upon learning about his background, Jiang Haokun's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Based on the information gathered, Han Tao was an ordinary person, except for his good academic performance and admission to two good universities.

After that brief conversation with Han Tao, he knew this was definitely not an ordinary person. Because an ordinary person wouldn't be so calm and composed in front of him.

Furthermore, the investigation revealed that he recently made sudden property purchases in Shanghai: an old-style villa, a mid-range apartment, a newly registered car, and investment dividends transferred from the Hongdoushan Fund, as well as...

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Meanwhile, Han Tao, still on his way, glanced at his watch; the time had quietly slipped toward midnight.

As originally planned, he was to return to the faculty and staff apartment after dinner, but he was delayed because he took Jiang Lai home and unexpectedly ran into Jiang Haokun.

Although it's not too far from Fuxing Road to the school dormitory, usually only a 20-30 minute drive, tonight, starting from the villa area where Jiang Lai lives, it will take at least an hour and a half, including detours and round trips.

So after leaving Jiang Lai's villa, Han Tao instructed the driver to head straight to Fuxing Road, and bought some daily necessities along the way.

He planned to sleep there tonight. He had just checked on the house this evening, and it was already cleaned and ready to move in.

The car drove in silence. It slowly entered the private garage of the old villa at No. 31, Lane 865. The heavy iron gate closed gently behind it, shutting out the sporadic sounds of vehicles outside the lane.

After the designated driver turned off the car lights, Han Tao settled the fare and handed him an extra 200 yuan as a tip before getting out of the car.

The alleyway was now quiet, with several century-old villas standing silently in the hazy night. Except for the lights in the gatehouses, most of them were closed.

He took out his key and was about to open the first-floor door when he suddenly heard a series of staggering footsteps behind him, mixed with a man's indistinct mutterings and a strong smell of alcohol.

Han Tao frowned slightly, turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a suit walking unsteadily towards him, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized the visitor as Jiang Pengfei, who lived in house number 32 and was also Jiang Nansun's spendthrift father.

He specially invited some so-called senior traders in the industry to dinner and drinks nearby tonight.

Originally, I wanted to find out firsthand information about the stock market, hoping to use insider information to buy at the bottom and make a comeback, recovering the money I lost in the stock market recently.

After several rounds of strong liquor, he could no longer distinguish between true and false information. In the end, his mind became muddled, and he said goodbye to his friends before walking home alone. When he passed by number 31, he keenly sensed that something was different there.

This old house had been vacant for more than half a year. After the previous owner moved overseas, the house had been listed for sale ever since.

Construction workers came and went intermittently throughout the process, which he assumed was due to a real estate agency taking over the renovation. He never imagined that a buyer would be found so quickly.

But tonight there were private cars parked in the garage, and people were opening the door, which clearly means that some residents have already moved in.

A surge of curiosity instantly overcame his drunkenness. Jiang Pengfei straightened his slightly wrinkled suit collar. "This young man looks unfamiliar. May I ask who you are?"