After the wedding guests left, Jiang Guohua remained silent on his way home, still angry.
Jiang Rou sat alone next to her father, wanting to say something. When she turned to look at him, she had just opened her mouth to call out "Dad" when Jiang Guohua stopped her.
"You don't need to say anything more. I know you want to plead for that fool Zhao Xunhuai, but I must wait for him to come and beg me in person!"
Today, the newlyweds are not allowing their daughter to go back to her husband's house, but instead wanting her to go back to her parents' house.
Jiang Rou could also tell just how angry her father was.
Jiang Guohua is the kind of person who can't stand seeing others embarrass him. He is a well-known director and a person of considerable standing.
Tomorrow there will definitely be headlines about his son-in-law bowing his head and kneeling in front of Jiang Shengjun and Su Wanwan, slapping them.
He and his daughter will definitely be on camera too.
This is utterly absurd!
Furthermore, his plan to collaborate with Jiang Shengjun was also ruined because of a son-in-law.
At this moment, Jiang Rou spoke up: "I'm not here to plead for him, but to talk to you about something else."
Seeing that Jiang Guohua remained unmoved and still angry and silent, Jiang Rou continued, "You've been too busy to tell me before, so I haven't told you that I insisted on marrying Zhao Xunhuai because his family has a clue about the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
The Hall of Mental Cultivation was built by the Su family over eight hundred years using the savings accumulated over ten generations. It was a completely golden palace, filled with all kinds of gold and silver treasures.
By the time of Su Wanwan's father, the Hall of Mental Cultivation had been fully completed. Just as they were discussing the operating rights, the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation was suddenly lost.
At this point, the Su family went bankrupt and disappeared from public view.
"Really?" Jiang Guohua began to show some interest.
Jiang Rou nodded.
Jiang Guohua's eyes lit up with excitement.
Finding the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation will grant you control over the entire hall.
What about the palace built by the Su family?
It is still about laying a solid foundation for future generations.
However, this foundation may not necessarily be inherited by the descendants of the Su family.
"She truly is my good daughter." Jiang Guohua's tone became kind and gentle, without a trace of anger.
Jiang Rou had rarely been praised by her father since she was a child, so being praised today made her feel very happy. Her smooth, delicate lips curved into a slight smile, and her grape-like eyes gained a touch of innocence. "Thank you for the praise, Dad. Rou Rou will definitely work hard!"
Seeing his daughter happy, Jiang Guohua immediately told the driver to turn around: "Quickly, turn around at the next intersection."
Jiang Rou stopped her again.
"Never mind, it's alright, Dad. Anyway, I don't like Zhao Xunhuai and I don't want to be with him. If it weren't for the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I would have crushed his pursuit of me long ago."
Jiang Guohua nodded silently, then asked curiously, "So what exactly is this clue?"
Jiang Rou opened an app, which featured gambling tables filled with beautiful women.
“Dad, look, this software was developed by the encrypted backend workers of the Zhao Group. Many people use it to run online gambling.”
Jiang Guohua answered his daughter in a serious tone: "That's a highly profitable industry."
"There's another gambler in here, Su Wanwan's father, Zhao Xunhuai's father. He got into online gambling because of this app. He owed five million yuan before, but he actually paid it back. However, he's still gambling in there now and has accumulated ten million yuan in gambling debts! It's all thanks to Zhao Xunhuai's efforts behind the scenes."
As Jiang Rou spoke, her round, cute, and innocent doe eyes suddenly became terrifying, and her bright pupils turned so dark that they seemed unfathomable.
The father and daughter chatted in the car about the actions of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and Zhao Xunhuai, as well as their plan to drive Su Wanwan's family to the brink of despair, as if it were an everyday conversation.
They had no idea that their happiness was built on Su Wanwan's suffering.
Jiang Rou became more and more excited as she spoke.
"Actually, everyone has been searching for the key all these years. The key has always been with the Su family, but they just won't hand it over. As long as we push Su Yuanxin to the brink, I don't believe he won't ask for it. The key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation will be just around the corner. Then, what Father wants to do will be a simple matter, won't it?"
Jiang Guohua was very satisfied: "She is truly worthy of being my daughter. In the future, she should maintain a good relationship with the Zhao family. When we get the key to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, we will find a way to kick the Zhao family out of the house."
Jiang Rou said, "Understood!"
Just as she finished speaking, Jiang Rou's phone rang.
I turned on the screen and took a look.
It was Ouyang Maomao!
"Hey, kitty, what's wrong?"
A gentle voice came from the other end, "Rou Rou, Su Wanwan has no value to us. She's stupid, and her father doesn't care about her at all. From childhood to adulthood, she has never been her father's weakness. Her father's weakness should be his mother, and her mother's weakness is a non-biological little boy she recently adopted."
After listening, Jiang Rou sighed with regret: "Sigh, it's such a pity that she was born to be my best friend. You went back to China and established contact with her. You finally gained her trust, but I didn't expect her to be cannon fodder. But I did a good job acting out that cheating scene that day, didn't I?"
Ouyang Maomao laughed heartily on the other end of the phone: "Of course, I acted well too. Su Wanwan really thought I hacked the hotel's back-end system. It's hilarious."
Jiang Rou smiled with satisfaction: "Now that she's married to Jiang Shengjun, and Jiang Shengjun seems quite infatuated with her, don't you like Jiang Shengjun? Doesn't it hurt your heart?"
Ouyang Maomao said casually, "Rou Rou, we grew up together. You're underestimating me too much. The Hall of Mental Cultivation has enough wealth for ten generations of us. We can make money from money. Compared to that, what are men?"
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