A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Assistant Wang, of course, wouldn't explain to General Manager Zhao.

This is because Jiang Chu has a bad relationship with her family of origin. Jiang Chu seems unwilling for her father to get any more benefits, nor does she want to be bothered by this man.

If this person loses his job, he will definitely keep pestering his daughter for money.

The best arrangement for him is to keep him in that limbo, overwhelmed by the burdens of life.

"Yes, I understand! I completely understand!"

Although Mr. Zhao was completely confused, he didn't dare to ask a single question.

"Assistant Wang, rest assured, Jiang Liguo will absolutely only receive his fixed salary at Hengyuan, and there will be no changes whatsoever!"

"Very good, thank you for your help, Mr. Zhao."

The phone hangs up.

Mr. Zhao slumped in his boss's chair, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

The HR director, standing to the side, cautiously asked, "President Zhao... should we still fire Jiang Liguo?"

"Expel me my ass!!"

General Manager Zhao slammed his fist on the table, roaring with lingering fear, "Pretend this person doesn't exist! From now on, his performance evaluations will remain the same. No unfair treatment, and absolutely no promotions!"

The HR director scrambled out of the office.

In the quiet office, Mr. Zhao picked up the teacup on the table and took a big gulp of cold tea, and his mind slowly came back to normal.

Although Assistant Wang didn't say it explicitly, he knew with his toes that this was definitely the chairman of Tianyu's intention.

Although he didn't know why the Xie family patriarch would pay attention to a low-level manager, he was extremely willing to serve the Xie family as long as there was an opportunity to do something for them, even if the other party didn't promise any benefits.

Or rather, it's not a question of whether or not to gain any benefits, but rather that we absolutely cannot offend them.

In comparison, what is Lin Yuwei?

After calming down and considering the situation, a disdainful sneer appeared in Mr. Zhao's eyes.

Although the Lin family is a powerful and influential family in the capital, they are no match for Xie Jing, who is an all-powerful figure. Even if the Lin family were united, they would still be no match for him.

Even if we take a step back and assume that the person calling today was Chairman Lin of the Lin Group, he might still be a little wary.

But what about Lin Yuwei? She's just a spoiled rich girl who relies on her family's pampering and only knows how to buy bags and get beauty treatments every day.

She didn't even have a nominal vice president position in the Lin Group, and she had no real power.

What can this spoiled, naive girl from a wealthy family do besides throw tantrums?

When it comes to matters concerning the company's core interests, Chairman Lin would stand up to the people protected by Tianyu Group just to vent his anger for his daughter.

That's an absolute joke!

"Old Li!"

Mr. Zhao pressed the intercom and called his assistant in.

"Mr. Zhao." Assistant Li respectfully pushed open the door and entered.

General Manager Zhao sneered and decisively ordered, "If that little girl from the Lin family calls again to ask about Jiang Liguo, you shut her down! Just give her some excuse that's in accordance with labor law. If she dares to throw a tantrum and use the Lin family to pressure you, you just shut her down and tell her to have her father come and buy us if she dares!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhao."

Assistant Li understood immediately.

-

As evening fell, the campus of Kyoto University was bathed in a brilliant orange-red sunset.

Jiang Chu had just finished his last long class of the afternoon and was walking along the tree-lined path toward the south gate of the school, carrying his textbooks.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

X: [Your RS7 has been delivered to Yunxiang Road.]

X: [Come to the South Gate.]

Jiang Chu's mood improved.

Although receiving such a high-level gift made her somewhat conflicted, the thought of wearing earrings worth millions of dollars made her feel a little relieved.

Just as she was about to put her phone back in her pocket, the screen lit up again.

Jiang Liguo.

The original owner's father called.

Jiang Chu paused for a moment.

The original owner had a fight with her biological father half a year ago, and the two lost contact afterward.

After hesitating for two seconds, Jiang Chu pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

"Chuchu!"

As soon as the call connected, Jiang Liguo's unusually excited voice, brimming with undisguised joy, came through the other end: "You're not in class, are you?"

"...No. But I need to get ready to eat."

Jiang Liguo was clearly immersed in some kind of immense joy, completely oblivious to everything else, and couldn't wait to start bragging: "I have some amazing news for you! This afternoon, the head of our Haicheng branch suddenly called me into his office for a talk! He asked me about my resume and family situation over the past few years since I joined the company, and he was so attentive and caring..."

Jiang Liguo paused, then said, "Chuchu, Dad is definitely getting a promotion this time! After all these years, I'm finally getting ahead!"

Jiang Chu immediately understood.

It's mostly a butterfly effect triggered by certain events.

Jiang Liguo certainly didn't know what had happened, nor did he know that those people were trying to probe and find out what was going on.

They're probably still imagining themselves rising to great heights and achieving great success.

"Oh, congratulations," Jiang Chu said speechlessly. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiang Liguo quickly said, "Well, Chuchu... your brother needs more money for his next treatment. Plus, Dad's in a crucial period for promotion, so I need to spend some money to grease palms. Dad's a bit short on cash right now, so could you lend me some money for now? Don't worry, once I get promoted, I'll definitely pay you back!"

Jiang Chu rolled her eyes. "How much money do you need?"

Jiang Liguo was delighted upon hearing this, "Give Dad 500,000 yuan first!"

Jiang Chu: "..."

Even if the original owner of this body were here, let alone myself, I wouldn't give them any money.

Besides, where are we supposed to get 500,000?

Despite wearing earrings that are said to be worth millions of dollars and soon owning a luxury car, theoretically, his bank account balance is still in the double digits.

Unless you sell what Xie Jing gave you.

joke.

Jiang Chu: "I didn't."

Jiang Liguo coughed. "Chuchu, I know you don't have one, but your boyfriend does. He bought you a bag worth tens of thousands of yuan, and your shoes and lipstick—your aunt said they're worth a lot of money. You—"

Jiang Chu made up a story off the top of her head, "They're all fake, all imitations. My boyfriend's family makes counterfeit goods. If you need these kinds of things to impress people, I can get him to send them to you."

"This..." Jiang Liguo was dumbfounded, then somewhat disbelieving, "Chuchu, you didn't say that last time!"

When the original owner returned home, he couldn't wait to show off to his father and stepmother.

When her father asked her for money, the two argued and parted on bad terms.

Jiang Chu: "Last time it was because your wife looked down on me and was being sarcastic, so I deliberately said it to make her feel bad."

Jiang Liguo took a breath, "...Chuchu, don't joke with your dad. Dad knows you're rich. With your looks and figure, how could you not find a rich man?"

Jiang Chu remained silent.

"It's only 500,000," Jiang Liguo said. "With your qualifications, you'll probably need several million for the dowry in the future, right? This is just a small fraction. He'll give it now, and he won't have to give it later. Isn't it just a matter of time?"

"Wait a minute," Jiang Chu interrupted him casually, "Didn't you just say you wanted to borrow money? Are you asking me to give you money, or to borrow it? Are you even going to get promoted?"

"This—" Jiang Liguo hesitated for a moment, "It's about borrowing money! It's about borrowing money! I'll be promoted soon! Then I'll have the money!"

As he spoke the last few sentences, he raised his voice, as if afraid his daughter wouldn't believe him.

"Then," Jiang Chu deliberately hesitated for a moment, "you can write an IOU. Since you're my dad, I'll give you an interest rate one percentage point higher than the bank's."

Jiang Liguo froze for a second, then instantly became agitated, "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?! I'm your father! It's perfectly natural for me to spend my daughter's money, and you actually want to charge me interest?!"

Jiang Chu: "So you say you're borrowing money, but you don't actually plan to pay it back? Isn't that just begging for money? And you're unwilling to admit it? You call it borrowing money?"

Jiang Liguo gritted his teeth and said, "Don't give me that crap. You're my son! It's only right that you give me money—"

"That's enough," Jiang Chu interrupted him again. "My mother suffered during my ten months of pregnancy, my grandparents took care of me, and they paid for my dance lessons! Besides providing chromosomes for those few minutes of labor, what else did you do?"

"You!" Jiang Liguo roared in anger and embarrassment, "You heartless ingrate! All these years you've been in school, haven't I given you any living expenses?! I've given you at least 100,000 yuan in total!"

Jiang Chu sneered, "When Grandma passed away, she wrote a will leaving that house in our hometown to me. You turned around and sold the house, saying I was underage and you had to keep it for me. Where did all that money go? I'll give you 100,000 yuan, can you give me back the money from selling the house?"

Jiang Liguo was immediately speechless.

That house might not be particularly valuable, but it still sold for 800,000 back then.

He immediately used the money to buy gifts to please his boss and to treat his son's illness; it's all gone now.

"Jiang Chu!" Jiang Liguo gritted his teeth, "You little beast! You slut! I'm my mother's only son, all her money should be mine! Who knows how you persuaded her to leave the house to you—"

"Pah! I was the one who took Grandma to the hospital when she was sick, and I was the one who took care of her while she was hospitalized. Where were you?"

Jiang Chu was not to be outdone and retorted with him.

"You disappear when it's time to put in the work, but jump out when it's time to ask for money? You want a promotion? You'll never get one in your next life. Look at yourself, you're only fit to be a lowly, rotten old turtle serving tea and water!"

The two of them cursed each other without any restraint over the phone.

Jiang Chuyue became more and more enthusiastic in her cursing.

She wasn't afraid of arousing her father's suspicion, because the original owner of this body also often argued with him, only the insults weren't as harsh as hers.

Moreover, as long as Jiang Liguo still has a job, he would never abandon his job and son to come to Beijing to cause trouble for him.

After all, he's a manager, and there are plenty of people who want his position.

Jiang Chu became increasingly unscrupulous.

Jiang Liguo, sitting opposite him, was getting old after all; his blood pressure spiked and his head started buzzing.

The call ended quickly.

Jiang Chu put away her phone.

Based on past experience, this old man should at least be able to calm down for a while.

She refreshed herself, tidied her hair, and prepared to continue walking outside.

As soon as she looked up, her feet froze on the spot.

Unbeknownst to her, she had walked out of the south gate of Peking University while cursing as she went.

And less than two meters away from her, on the roadside, was the black bulletproof custom-made Phantom.

The most terrible thing is--

At this moment, the expensive bulletproof glass window in the back seat was slowly lowered more than halfway down.

In the dim light inside the carriage, Xie Jing, dressed in an elegant bespoke suit, casually rested one hand on the edge of the window.

The man's handsome face revealed no emotion, but his deep, dark eyes were fixed on her through the half-lowered car window.

Jiang Chu: "…………"

Judging from their distance and the volume of their voices, it's highly likely that their outburst was heard.