Qu Jian'er narrowed her eyes, a sly smile playing on her lips: "Can you make a lot of money? Several tens of thousands?"

Carter's father, patting his chest, laughed heartily and said, "Be bolder, think of higher numbers, like a hundred million."

Hearing Qu Jian'er's words.

The Carter family patriarch was certain he hadn't guessed wrong; Qu Jian'er was indeed a little money-grubber.

Money-grubbers are good.

Money-grubber.

That way he can cater to their preferences.

To establish friendly diplomatic relations with Qu Jian'er.

He can rest in peace even after he passes away.

Upon hearing this...

Qu Jian'er was delighted. She felt that her financial luck this year was quite good, at least she hadn't lost much.

To demonstrate her cooperative spirit.

She decided to accept the invitation and personally come forward.

Carter's father: "See you at the meeting tomorrow morning."

The two agreed on a time.

They then connected the contact number.

Qu Jian'er proudly boasted to Zuo Chen that she was about to make a considerable sum of money again.

Zuo Chen: "..." Did I give you the illusion of being poor, that makes you so obsessed with money?

He didn't blame Qu Jian'er for being greedy for money.

I just feel that no matter how much I love someone, I shouldn't be so infatuated.

So much so that even their dates could be postponed; heaven knows he was still preparing for their engagement.

It was completely messed up.

And all of this was because of a communication signal.

Zuo Chen glanced at the quantum computer on Qu Jian'er's wrist, tapped it a few times, and obtained the source of the communication number.

He squinted his eyes slightly.

He calmly watched as the AI ​​locked onto and located the Carter's house, indicated by the positioning arrow.

Back home, Carter, the head of the family, sneezed, shrugged his shoulders, and rubbed his arms.

Patriarch Carter: "..." Who's missing me? It must be those stubborn Carter family members. Hmph, just wait, Qu Jian'er will make her appearance tomorrow, and she'll scare them to death!

Zuo Chen turned his gaze away from the AI.

Watching Qu Jian'er happily spinning around in place, he couldn't help but sigh that Qingchen still made mistakes sometimes.

They actually misjudged their love rival.

Their "arch-enemy" is not Maoists, nor anyone else, but money, which is sought after by millions.

Should he change the preparations for the engagement ceremony to make the person in front of him even more enamored with him?

Someone with ulterior motives began to plot.