Chapter 52 I Don't Want It Anymore
A week passed in a flash, and Jiang Tingwan handed over the final details of the hotel project to Ruan Yue.
In the office, she looked out the window at the darkening dusk, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table.
The news of the investment bank's transfer was still in her hands, like an unrevealed trump card.
The computer screen was flashing the live broadcast of the Hong Kong City Auction, and the cold blue light made her eyes look even colder.
While flipping through the quarterly report, she listened to the real-time conversation between her assistant and the photographer.
"Twenty million."
"Twenty-five million."
"30 million."
…
a long time.
Jiang Tingwan's eyes moved away from the quarterly report and fixed on the center of the screen——
The pair of peony-patterned dragon-ear vases glow with a warm luster under the spotlight, and the intricate patterns on the vases tell of the accumulation of years.
This is the perfect gift for Mr. Huo's 80th birthday next week.
She was determined to win.
But the mysterious buyer on the other side seemed determined to compete with her, and every time he raised the price, he would precisely lower it to her at the last moment.
"Increase it to 200 million directly."
She put down her pen, her voice unquestionable.
Unexpectedly, the other party still held on tightly.
Jiang Tingwan narrowed her eyes and tapped the table lightly with her fingertips.
"Check who's bidding."
The assistant came back soon with a strange expression: "It seems to be... Mr. Lu's people."
Jiang Tingwan paused.
Lu Zhaoye?
She narrowed her eyes and recalled the unpleasant scene in the hospital that day.
What is going on now?
She waved her hand, signaling her assistant to continue raising the price.
The price has soared to 300 million, but the other party is still not giving in.
Jiang Tingwan couldn't bear it any longer and dialed the familiar number.
"Mr. Lu, are you going to argue with me?" Her voice was full of sarcasm.
Lu Zhaoye's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Miss Jiang, you are being sentimental. I also like this collection very much."
Does this mean that you want to fight her to the death?
"Okay, I'll give it to you."
Jiang Tingwan spoke without hesitation.
There was a sudden silence on the phone for two seconds, as if he didn't expect her to give up so quickly.
After a moment, the sound of Lu Zhaoye gritting his teeth was heard.
"Ms. Jiang gave up decisively, just like she did that day."
Of course she understood that he was referring to that day in the hospital, and she decisively chose to stay in Xie Duo's ward.
Jiang Tingwan chuckled: "Boss Lu likes it, so I can't take it away from him."
"…Really?"
"I'm sorry."
"Come to my company now, I'll give you this bottle."
Lu Zhaoye's tone softened rarely.
Jiang Tingwan looked at the numbers rising on the screen and played with the pen in his hand.
"I didn't take it myself, so I don't want it."
"Then come find me now and I won't snatch it from you, okay?"
His voice was filled with helplessness and compromise.
Jiang Tingwan pondered for two seconds, whetting people's appetite.
"Forget it."
Next second.
Lu Zhaoye's voice, unable to bear it any longer, came from the other end of the phone.
"Is it okay for me to come find you?"
Jiang Tingwan finally let go, her tone somewhat lazy.
"Can."
In the end, Jiang Tingwan successfully won this rare treasure for 320 million yuan.
It was less than ten minutes after I hung up the phone.
The familiar black sports car came speeding and stopped downstairs of the building with a tailspin.
Lu Zhaoye stepped out of the car and looked up at her window with a sharp gaze.
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The night wind was howling, and Jiang Tingwan's long hair was flying wildly in the wind.
She walked up to Lu Zhaoye in high heels with her arms folded across her chest.
"What do you want from me?"
Lu Zhaoye leaned on the black sports car and said in a light tone, "Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"
Why is this person acting like a child? Jiang Tingwan complained inwardly.
"Of course not," she raised her chin slightly, "My time is valuable."
"Jiang Tingwan,"
Lu Zhaoye lowered his voice, his eyes turned dangerous, "You were the first one to approach me."
She raised her eyebrows and said calmly, "Yes, I came to you first, so what?"
Lu Zhaoye suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, then turned around and pushed her against the car door.
Jiang Tingwan felt the cold metal against her back and couldn't help but frown: "Lu Zhaoye, what are you doing?"
This posture is too ambiguous.
But his voice was filled with suppressed anger, and his warm breath brushed against her ears, "Didn't you think of me for a moment this week?"
Jiang Tingwan was stunned for a second.
The night wind ruffled her hair, and a few strands brushed across Lu Zhaoye's cheeks.
So this person has been angry this week?
Seeing her silence, Lu Zhaoye sneered.
"Originally there was only one observation, and I didn't want to push you too hard."
His knuckles brushed her cheek lightly.
"But now Xie Duo shows up again. Jiang Tingwan, isn't this a bad idea?"
Jiang Tingwan looked straight into his eyes and said slowly:
"My mother arranged for me to get close to you, don't you know?"
"What's the meaning?"
Lu Zhaoye's hand suddenly tightened, "So you want to draw a line now?"
Jiang Tingwan's voice softened.
"If I did anything that you misunderstood,
"Then we should draw a line in the sand."
Lu Zhaoye’s brows furrowed even more.
"What if I say no?"
"Then just continue to bear it." Jiang Tingwan looked at him calmly: "I don't have the capital to be willful for love like you."
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on Lu Zhaoye's head.
He released his grip and slumped against the car.
Jiang Tingwan felt inexplicably softened when she saw how he suddenly wilted.
"Anything else?"
"No more." Lu Zhaoye's voice was muffled, "If you are free... stay with me for a while."
The two of them leaned against the car side by side, and the night breeze blew past, taking away some of the tense atmosphere.
Lu Zhaoye took out a cigarette case, glanced at the person next to him, and put it back silently.
"Is it only if the Jiang family agrees," he suddenly asked, "that you can marry that person?"
Jiang Tingwan nodded: "Almost."
Lu Zhaoye made a "tsk" sound.
"What a hassle."
She turned to look at him, the moonlight casting a small shadow under her eyelashes: "Not everyone is as lucky as you."
Her voice was very soft, "In a wealthy family, there is not much love to talk about."
Lu Zhaoye was silent.
Jiang family, Shen family, Xie family, which one doesn’t put profit above all else?
Only the eldest son of the Lu family, who grew up in love, could retain such pure childishness.
She was right, his willfulness was just the privilege granted by his family background.
The two of them stood there quietly for more than ten minutes.
Finally, Jiang Tingwan stood up and waved her hand casually: "Let's go."
Her back gradually blended into the night, and the sound of her high heels was particularly clear in the empty parking lot.
Lu Zhaoye watched her go away until the figure completely disappeared.
And on the top floor where no one was paying attention, a slender figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Jiang Shixu's eyes fell on the man standing alone next to the sports car downstairs.
The moonlight shone through the glass, casting shadows of varying depths on his stern profile.
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