After listening, Zhang Wanru immediately picked up the Chinese agreement and signed her name without hesitation.
As for the English agreement, although she always claimed to be a high-achieving student who had returned from studying abroad, in fact she could barely understand a few words.
Seeing Zhang Wanru frowning as she held the English agreement, the financial manager patiently explained:
"Madam, this English agreement is a translation of the Chinese custody agreement. Both are identical, so please sign with confidence."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wanru felt that such a large company would not lie to her. She picked up a pen, about to sign her name, but then stopped.
The financial manager, thinking she had discovered something, nervously swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he asked:
Do you have any other concerns?
Zhang Wanru pouted and said coquettishly, "Oh dear, I forgot how to spell my English name."
The financial manager breathed a sigh of relief and coaxed Zhang Wanru with a smile, "Madam, you don't need to bother. Just write your Chinese name."
He thought to himself, "Only Chinese names have legal effect. If you write Lucy or Amy, who will know it's your signature?"
Zhang Wanru signed the document with a flourish of her pen.
The financial manager couldn't hide his delight and praised her repeatedly: "Madam, you have guts! You are destined to be the richest woman in the world."
Zhang Wanru was overwhelmed by the praise. She realized that she had been too cautious in the past and had buried her genius-level financial management skills. If she had left Lin Haoran earlier, she probably would have become a well-known wealthy woman long ago.
Eager to show off her exceptional financial management skills to her girlfriends, she immediately said goodbye to her financial advisor:
"Alright, now that everything's signed, you should hurry back to the company and manage my finances. I'm leaving now."
"Alright, alright, Madam, please take care."
After saying that, Zhang Wanru walked out of the coffee shop.
After confirming that she had gone far away, the financial manager excitedly jumped up and down in the store:
"Yay! My life is set!"
Looking at the English property transfer agreement in his hand, he felt extremely grateful to Zhang Wanru. What was this? It was the greatest love in the world. Even his parents hadn't treated him this well.
With these two agreements in hand, he, as an employee of the financial company, could transfer Zhang Wanru's money without any hindrance. Although the process was dishonorable, in the end, it was as if Zhang Wanru had given him the money.
After leaving the coffee shop, the financial manager did not return to the company, but instead went to an immigration agency.
He planned to take the money Zhang Wanru had saved up for half her life and run away, disappearing without a trace before the truth came out.
Zhang Wanru was completely oblivious to all of this, immersed in her dream of becoming an independent and wealthy woman, and then she made an appointment with three of her girlfriends for afternoon tea.
She chose a bar on the top floor of the IFC Mall, where the minimum spending per person is 1,800 yuan. Conservatively speaking, if she treated someone to tea and dessert, the cost would be at least 10,000 yuan.
Although Zhang Wanru was unwilling to give Lin Rou money, she was happy to spend money to save face. For her, it was different; it was the difference between appearance and substance. Even if the substance was rotten, she wanted outsiders to know that she was doing well.
Zhang Wanru and Lin Yueru arrived at the International Finance Center at almost the same time.
Lin Yueru's husband died early, leaving her a lot of money. She was generous and no one cared about her.
Zhang Wanru loved playing with her the most, and the two were led into a private room by the staff.
As soon as she sat down, Zhang Wanru was about to show off her financial management skills when the other person spoke first: "Wanru, if you have any difficulties, just let me know. I've seen what's going on in your family online."
“No, I invited you here just to have some tea and talk about investment and financial management,” Zhang Wanru quickly replied.
"Oh dear, we've known each other for so long, why didn't you say so sooner? Lin Haoran is this kind of person. You always said that your relationship with your husband was great, I never imagined that you were living such a miserable life."
Zhang Wanru was a little annoyed. She had called her here to make her admire her, not to make her pity her.
Before she could utter a rebuttal, her other two friends arrived.
One of them came in and hugged Zhang Wanru, saying, "Wanru, you've suffered so much. Your husband went bankrupt, and your son doesn't recognize you. You're so miserable."
"Wanru, you're living such a pitiful life."
The two spoke of affection, but a faint, mocking smile appeared on their faces.
Zhang Wanru slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "I don't need your pity. I'm doing just fine. If I told you what I did today, you'd be green with envy."
Lin Yueru pointed to her temples, indicating to her two sisters that Zhang Wanru might be unable to cope with the shock and was having mental breakdowns.
The two sisters understood immediately and nodded in agreement.
Zhang Wanru was furious and shouted, "I bought over 50 million yuan worth of overseas wealth management products with a 35% return. If I do nothing for the next year, I can earn 10 to 20 million yuan."
Lin Yueru, a wealthy woman who was able to preserve her family fortune after her husband's death, was extremely knowledgeable about investment and financial management. A return of seven percent was considered very good for any project, anything over ten percent was considered high-risk, and she wouldn't dare listen to anyone who suggested thirty-five percent.
The three of them exchanged glances, shook their heads helplessly, and confirmed it! Zhang Wanru had gone mad!
Seeing that no one believed her, Zhang Wanru became extremely anxious: "I bought overseas financial products from a big company. The manager said it's guaranteed. Don't you believe me?"
Lin Yueru took her hand and said, "Wanru, I know you've been hurt. It's okay. We can talk about making money later. I advise you that the most important thing right now is to divorce Lin Haoran as soon as possible."
"Yes, Wanru, Lin Haoran is such a scumbag. You should divorce him as soon as possible, and I'll introduce you to a good man."
"Yes, it's never too late for us women. My neighbor back home got divorced at forty and remarried Prince Dibai. He's young and handsome, and they're living a very happy life now."
Zhang Wanru felt a surge of anger in her chest. It seemed she wouldn't be able to show off today, but remarrying a prince sounded really good. Although she was almost fifty, she was well-maintained and would definitely be believed if she said she was in her thirties.
She couldn't help but ask, "Is there really such a good thing?"
Her sister firmly stated, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes on social media! As long as we women are willing to improve ourselves, it's never too late."
"So how does she improve herself?" Zhang Wanru asked humbly. Lin Haoran had wronged her so many times, it was time for her to receive this good thing.
"Just travel more, exercise more, learn yoga, horseback riding, skiing, and baking. That way, young and wealthy men will find you attractive."
"Also, you need to learn some conversation skills, cultivate your social media presence, and learn three sentences to make a man unable to leave you..."
Zhang Wanru listened with great interest. She felt confident again and just wanted to divorce Lin Haoran as soon as possible to complete her glamorous transformation.
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