Chapter 39 She left him, utterly disappointed.
Chapter 39
The Jiang family's ability to become the vast business empire it is today is entirely due to the strong methods employed by successive leaders. In order to select the most suitable successor to lead the family, each generational change in the Jiang family has been a bloody battle.
When the powerful and influential people of Beicheng mention the Jiang family, they always give their children a piece of advice: if possible, try not to cross paths with the Jiang family, because all members of the Jiang family have a competitive gene in their bones that is unwilling to be inferior to others.
The current head of the Jiang family, in particular, is known for his strength and forbearance.
The fact that Jiang Zhiyan managed to seize the top position in the Jiang family from his second uncle, who was known for his cunning and shrewdness and had been in charge of the Jiang family for five years, was enough to make people's hearts tremble.
It should be noted that Jiang Zhiyan is only 29 years old. The fact that he was able to defeat so many old foxes at such a young age and successfully take over the Jiang family completely demonstrates his deep cunning.
The betting agreement left by Jiang Zhiyan's maternal grandfather before his death was merely a way to force Jiang Zhiyan's second uncle and others to leave enough room for Jiang Zhiyan to grow. Jiang Zhiyan lost, so be it; one defeat is no big deal. He still needs the trust fund left behind, and a comeback is just around the corner.
It wasn't just the Jiang family who thought this way; most of the powerful and influential people in Beicheng also believed it.
Before the Jiang Group's shareholders' meeting, not many people were optimistic about Jiang Zhiyan, considering this was the most interesting power struggle in Beicheng in the past decade. He was too young and his actions were somewhat sharp. Perhaps he would need to be tempered by his second uncle for a few more years before he could better lead the Jiang Group.
But no one expected that in that final flashback, more than half of the shareholders who supported Jiang Zhiyan's second uncle would turn against Jiang Zhiyan.
No one knew when Jiang Zhiyan had won over the shareholders' support. Jiang Zhiyan's second uncle stormed out in a fit of rage before the shareholders' meeting was even over and the voting was finished.
This shows that Jiang Zhiyan's deep thoughts are even more profound than those of his maternal grandfather, who led the Jiang family to its peak.
But it is precisely this strong and ruthless nature that has enabled Jiang's Group to go further. The fact that Jiang's Group's stock rose instead of falling after the shareholders' meeting also shows the investors' trust in Jiang Zhiyan.
Liu Han never dreamed that he would offend a big shot like Jiang Zhiyan. Even with his face pressed to the ground with a shoe sole in an extremely humiliating position, Liu Han didn't dare to struggle at all.
The intense pain from the twisted neck, coupled with the palpitations from fear, made Liu Han's thick lips open and close like a dehydrated fathead fish, trembling so much that she couldn't even beg for mercy.
Jiang Zhiyan, in particular, seemed angrier than he had imagined.
That woman was just a junior lawyer from an ordinary family; her only outstanding feature was her face! Who would have thought that behind her was Jiang Zhiyan, this powerful figure?
Liu Han regretted it so much that she wanted to slap herself for being so blinded by greed a few days ago.
Jiang Zhiyan's gaze toward Liu Han was extremely cold.
He has been biding his time for so many years, just so that he could protect the life he wanted and protect Xia Zhiyu. Liu Han's actions are no different from pulling the tiger's hair out of its mouth.
"Is this how you scared her? Chasing after her, hurling insults, and even pulling her hair with your filthy hands, is that right?"
Although it was a question, it came out of Jiang Zhiyan's mouth with a cold, declarative tone.
His expression grew increasingly cold, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a cold mountain spring.
A sharp, pulling pain shot through Liu Han's scalp, pulling his upper eyelids up painfully. A single tear, a mixture of regret and pain, slid down his cheek. Liu Han whimpered and begged for mercy, his large body trembling like an animal about to be thrown into a frying pan.
Jiang Zhiyan stared at him expressionlessly, her toes pressing down on Liu Han's face, grinding harder and harder, inch by inch.
"Are you scared? Why didn't you consider that she might be scared too? So, it only hurts when the knife is stuck in your own flesh?"
As he spoke, he ground the powder with even more force, but his eyes burned with a cold fire, like magma erupting from the deep seabed.
How could he allow Xia Zhiyu, whom he cherished like the apple of his eye, to be bullied by such despicable and vulgar people?
How dare Liu Han?
A pale yellow stain spread across the light-colored carpet. Liu Han was so scared that he wet himself. He mumbled something incoherently, his pupils dilated in despair.
Jiang Zhiyan's eyes grew colder. He had specifically checked the distance from the supermarket to the police station today. It was two streets, a full kilometer away, and it would take fifteen minutes to walk there.
During her university physical fitness test, Xia Zhiyu took more than four minutes to run 800 meters. Every time she finished running, she was panting heavily and her whole body ached.
But this time she only ran one kilometer in less than three and a half minutes.
When people are in despair, they often unleash abilities that are hard to believe themselves. Fear causes adrenaline to be released, which allows them to break through their limits.
One can imagine how terrified Xia Zhiyu must have been when she was chased by this kind of person for two blocks.
However, Xia Zhiyu, as his lover, should not have been frightened by this.
A fine, stinging pain mixed with irritation fermented in Jiang Zhiyan's heart. Self-blame, regret, lingering fear, and anxiety—a complex mix of emotions swirled within him.
Jiang Zhiyan paused, a ruthless glint appearing in his handsome eyes, "You know what the consequences will be."
Liu Han was lifted up by the bodyguard like a lump of rotten flesh. Half of his face, which had been stepped on by Jiang Zhiyan, was swollen beyond recognition. He trembled even more violently and replied in a few words:
"I dare not, I dare not. I will stay far away from Attorney Xia from now on and will never appear in front of her again. I really didn't know that Attorney Xia was your person. I was blind to your greatness."
"Get lost."
Jiang Zhiyan didn't even glance at Liu Han again, turned around and walked out of the room. The room was already dirty, and he wouldn't stay there tonight.
His pace quickened, and a growing sense of anxiety rose within him.
He only learned about Liu Han's situation because of Xia Zhiyu's parents; Xia Zhiyu had no intention of asking him for help.
In the past few years, in the time he had inadvertently overlooked, were there countless people like Liu Han who bullied Xia Zhiyu without his knowledge? That is why Xia Zhiyu said today that she had asked him for help countless times.
Jiang Zhiyan's mind flashed back to the unspeakable pain hidden in Xia Zhiyu's eyes when she looked at him during the argument.
Many details that he had previously ignored came to mind.
When Xia Zhiyu first started working, she actually loved to complain to him about trivial things at work, such as which colleagues had spontaneously formed a clique and started to ostracize her, deliberately avoiding her during meals, and clients nitpicking over certain details and intentionally making things difficult for her...
But how did Jiang Zhiyan respond at the time?
He was merely lecturing Xia Zhiyu from his own self-centered perspective, telling her, "Why do you care about the opinions of those unimportant people?" and "If the client can find loopholes, then you must have shortcomings. Why can't you strive for perfection?"
Now, those once superior, condescending perspectives have all become boomerangs aimed at Jiang Zhiyan, piercing his heart one by one, causing blood to gush out.
Yes, Xia Zhiyu had asked him for help, and more than once.
It was Jiang Zhiyan himself who arrogantly, coldly, and resolutely pushed her away repeatedly.
During the stage of Xia Zhiyu's life when she needed help the most, he not only failed to accompany her and carefully avoid the rapids on her life's path, but even scolded her for not being able to cross the bridge.
But Xia Zhiyu is not.
Jiang Zhiyan took Xia Zhiyu's arm under her expectant gaze, but when she was in trouble, he let go of her hand without hesitation.
He treated the person he loved so coldly and arrogantly.
The winter wind grew increasingly cold, and Jiang Zhiyan, wearing only a thin suit, sat in the unheated van, a strong sense of distortion washing over him.
The pungent smell of tobacco filled the carriage. His eyes were bloodshot, and he sat stiffly on the sofa like a statue.
He was only awakened when the cigarette butt burned all the way to his fingertips.
The short cigarette butt was crushed in the ashtray.
The once dashing and debonair young man now slumped back in his chair, his palms loosely covering his eyes and brows.
It turns out that Xia Zhiyu was the only one who was truly heartbroken from beginning to end.
Her decision to leave Beicheng and him was always simply because she was completely disappointed in him.
That's all.
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Author's Note: Damn Jiang Zhiyan, I really want to stab him to death! [Clown][Clown][Clown]
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