Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

The words spoken that night were like a gust of wind, stirring up waves but eventually settling down without bringing about any change.

Jiang Ju's death is a foregone conclusion. As the investigation into who is behind the incident begins, the struggle for power and property begins.

However, the scramble among the top leaders is not yet the turn of others to intervene. Since they cannot get a piece of the big cake, the little ants can only secretly make some small moves while the top leaders are feasting on it.

"While they have no time to spare, we will act first and ask for permission later to seize the land in the west."

Jiang Weiheng's eyes sparkled: "By the time they realize what's going on, the formalities will have been completed and they won't be able to do anything to us. The project will be ours."

"Um……"

Jiang Xuanbin listened and nodded in agreement: "It's such a small piece of land, the top management won't be interested in it, it won't be a big deal if we take it."

In the eyes of the top leaders, that little bit of profit is like a grain of rice in a granary, and they just ignore it. But for them, it is quite considerable.

The brave will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation. Since the others were afraid to move, the father and son accepted the cake.

Thinking of this, he slammed the table and made a decision: "Let's do as you say. We have to hurry up, the sooner the better!"

After getting the consent, Jiang Weiheng couldn't help but be delighted. He looked at the villa complex on the east side and clenched his fists.

As long as this plan is successfully implemented, Dad's power will be able to rise to a higher level and become the upper middle level in one fell swoop.

Isn't it that the woman named Jiang Xinlian who relies on the fact that she became a middle-level manager before her father and has someone backing her up that she dares to spread rumors unscrupulously?

She had never thought about her own problems and always blamed all the mistakes on her parents, causing her to be ridiculed since childhood for having such despicable parents.

Just because that woman acted like a victim all day long to gain sympathy, no one cared about his parents' helplessness, and no matter how he explained, no one believed him!

They all said that their father was so crazy that he abandoned his smart daughter and gave birth to a stupid son.

look down on him?

Jiang Weiheng gritted his teeth and sneered. After this was over, those who laughed at him would soon understand how wrong they were.

Holding his breath in his heart, he couldn't wait to take action.

Everything went as smoothly as expected, as if by divine intervention. When everything was settled, Jiang Weiheng breathed a sigh of relief and laughed uncontrollably.

Beside him, his mother hugged him, her tone full of pride: "Our Wei Heng is really amazing! I wonder who dares to say that Wei Heng is incompetent."

"Well, you did a great job this time."

Jiang Xuanbin also nodded repeatedly: "I can rest assured that you will take over my business in the future."

Although the Jiang family's education method is cruel, it is indeed effective. Most of the younger generations are talented. Compared with that group of shining people, Jiang Xuanbin is indeed mediocre and incompetent.

During these four years, he had smooth sailing and was promoted to middle management, but then he stagnated and was never able to move up another level.

But now, he has the key to higher places!

The family was having a great time, and their joyful laughter continued, covering up the faint sounds in the dark.

*

I don’t know when it started, but the position of “priest”, which was supposed to be a leisurely job, became busy.

The people who attended the funeral left one by one, and soon only Ji Jiuxu and the family of the deceased were left.

The only remaining family member.

The huge church is silent and any slight movement will be faithfully transmitted to the ears.

The rubbing of fabric, the sound of light footsteps, and the woman's gentle laughter leaking from her nose.

He stood there, without moving, until a slightly cool hand gently touched the side of his face with an ambiguous meaning that could not be expressed. He tilted his head in the direction of the hand.

"Jiang Xinlian"

His tone was indifferent but firm.

In response to him, the woman's soft arms spread out and wrapped around his neck, praising him in his ear as if rewarding him:

"That's amazing, I haven't said anything yet."

too close.

Ji Jiuxu tried to struggle but failed. The woman tightened her arms like a snake and pretended to be sad:

"Are you going to reject me again today?"

The man seemed to be looking at her through the silk cloth, his thin lips exposed under the white silk were cold and distant:

"Shouldn't I be happy to inherit their entire estate?"

Jiang Xuanbin and his wife left all their property to their son Jiang Weiheng, but now Jiang Weiheng also died in the fire, and Jiang Xinlian became the only heir to the property.

"I've mispoken."

Jiang Xinlian shook her head, and a few strands of curly hair fell into the man's slightly open palm, feeling itchy and annoying.

“It’s not inheritance, it’s recycling.”

In the previous thirty years, Jiang Xuanbin could not rely on his own ability to get promoted to middle-level management. Why did he feel that he could rely on his own abilities to enter middle-level management in just four years?

Jiang Xinlian is a young woman, and with this identity she encounters obstacles everywhere in the family and has difficulty making any progress; while Jiang Xuanbin, a middle-aged man, becomes the best investment target because of the blood flowing in their veins.

She quietly helped him, pushed him to a high position, allowed his ambition to grow unchecked, and allowed him to greedily amass wealth, the more the better.

No matter how he denied it, their blood relationship was determined from the moment she was born. As long as he died, his wife died, and his son died, she would be the only heir to his estate.

"Nice plan."

Ji Jiuxu commented calmly.

Jiang Xinlian smiled brightly, her fingers hooked on the white silk hanging behind the man, pulling it from time to time, and said in a low voice:

"I have told you all my secrets. Will you tell others?"

Ji Jiuxu's face was calm and he stated, "I don't have the habit of chatting with people."

Since coming to this world, except when receiving news of orders from the top, only Jiang Xinlian would come and talk to him familiarly.

This was already troublesome enough, and he had no habit of causing himself more trouble.

"You've hidden so much from me," Jiang Xinlian seemed puzzled. "Even so, are you going to stand on their side?"

Does she really lack leadership charisma? Or are those senior executives too charming and have intoxicated him with some kind of magic potion?

The silk cloth blocked his vision, and Ji Jiuxu could not see her expression, but his ears were increasingly sensitive in catching her slightly aggrieved words.

He was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I'm not on any side."

In order to follow the plot, he couldn't stand on Jiang Xinlian's side, because...

He won’t side with the top brass.

"..."

The arms that had been wrapped around him loosened their strength, and the white silk that had become shaky between her fingers also lost its support, sliding down the man's tall nose and falling softly on Jiang Xinlian's upturned face.

Without any obstruction, the pair of bright golden pupils met the woman's quiet green eyes directly. However, after a moment, he looked away, as if that moment was just an illusion.

Jiang Xinlian suddenly laughed. When Ji Jiuxu asked the reason in a cold tone, she tiptoed closer, as if she was whispering something that could not be disclosed:

"I heard your heartbeat."