Jiang Yunzhi listened attentively, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Mr. Yan. You are like the ancient Greek god of commerce, all-powerful!"
"Mr. Yan had a brilliant idea; he could easily dominate the overseas market."
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, and her lips were as sweet as honey.
The way they showered him with compliments was like a fanatical fan praising their idol, going to great lengths to exaggerate.
Yan Wenjing rested his chin on one hand and listened quietly as she played.
To be honest, he had heard plenty of flattery and praise, and would have been impatient with it by now, but surprisingly, he wasn't bothered by it today.
After praising Yan Wenjing, Jiang Yunzhi began to praise herself, saying that one should not show favoritism.
You must treat everyone equally.
"A great project right from the start, as expected of me!"
"That's amazing!"
Yan Wenjing raised his long eyebrows. "Beautiful as a flower, earning money to support the family?"
Well? ? ? !
Jiang Yunzhi froze for a moment.
How did he know that? Did he hear her muttering something back then?
Look at her slightly parted lips, her blank expression; it's strangely kind of cute.
The man suddenly felt like teasing her.
"If you're going to support a family, you have to support me."
"..." Jiang Yunzhi adjusted her breathing.
Supporting a big shot?
Thinking about the man's expensive custom-made clothes, his room full of watches, and his three underground garages full of luxury cars, even if he drove a different one every day, he wouldn't wear the same one twice in six months.
Is that something someone with a monthly salary of 20 million could afford to support?
That's too crazy, too outrageous.
She doesn't deserve that little bit of pocket money!
If you follow me, the big shot will transform from a noble and aloof prince into a drab, sullen canary.
Jiang Yunzhi was very self-aware and gave a bitter smile: "Forget it, I can't afford to support Mr. Yan."
The answer was as expected, and a hint of coldness appeared on Yan Wenjing's brows.
He knew that Jiang Yunzhi had given her salary card to Shen Xuzhou before, which was almost all of her wealth.
Sure enough, she clearly distinguished between her beloved man, Shen Xuzhou, and her nominal husband.
If it were Shen Xuzhou who asked, she probably wouldn't even think about it before agreeing.
Yan Wenjing didn't show any particular expression; the interest in his eyes had simply faded.
Jiang Yunzhi suddenly felt that the big boss seemed to have turned cold.
He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, but it seems that he wasn't so happy after she said she couldn't afford to raise him.
Jiang Yunzhi thought for a moment, then her expression changed in an instant.
A beaming smile spread across her face. "I'll take care of you!"
"Even if I have to sleep under a bridge one day, I will still try my best to pick up trash to support you, Du."
Yan Wenjing: "..."
There's absolutely no need for that.
...
Jiang Lulu waited for a long time, but the Yan family didn't make any noise.
What happened? Didn't Yan Wenjing receive the anonymous email?
She was still waiting for Jiang Yunzhi to be kicked out of the house, disgraced, and reduced to a homeless dog.
Perhaps the news was suppressed; after all, the Yan family is the richest family and they have a lot to lose face.
However, another thing caused an uproar in the Jiang family.
The Jiang family was eliminated from the bidding for the Nancheng Resort project and was not eligible to participate.
Jiang Lulu sighed, "If my sister had asked my brother-in-law, the project would definitely have been ours, but unfortunately my sister refused."
Jiang Ceheng snorted coldly and said that Jiang Yunzhi was an ingrate.
When Jiang Yunzhi married into the Yan family, the Jiang family benefited and took it for granted. Now that they no longer benefit, they blame her for being useless.
Mr. Jiang was in a terrible predicament. If things continued like this, the company would face a major crisis, its cash flow would be insufficient, and it would be in dire need of new investment.
"Lulu, it's time for you to contribute to this family."
He instructed Jiang Lulu to contact the business tycoon, Mr. Fan, saying, "Although Mr. Fan is a bit old, he is very wealthy. Right now, only he can save our Jiang family."
Jiang Lulu's mouth gaped open. Was she about to be sacrificed?
Is that correct?
Unexpectedly, all the fuss turned out to be a self-inflicted wound.
The clown was herself!
Jiang Ceheng, who always doted on his younger sister, dared not speak, fearing that his father would go mad and force him to sell chrysanthemums. He dared not, for he was afraid of the pain.
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