Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Hong Kong.

After receiving Jiang Zong's call, the butler did not immediately leave. Instead, he stood there pondering with a slight frown.

He was an elder of the Chiang family. Because his family was in Hong Kong, he didn't go to Shanghai with them but chose to stay here to take care of the house.

After Zhong Jiaqing returned to Hong Kong, he had more things to do.

The young master's request must be fulfilled, but how to do it and how to do it well still requires some consideration.

The situation in Hong Kong is currently very volatile, and a slight misstep could easily give outsiders hints that contradict their true intentions.

As he was thinking, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

When Zhong Jiaqing came downstairs, he immediately noticed the housekeeper's furrowed brows.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Zhong Jiaqing asked, holding his handbag, looking like he was about to go out.

The butler hesitated for a moment, then said, "Young Master asked me to investigate the Chen family's investments in the capital."

Zhong Jiaqing paused slightly, then turned and sat down on the sofa: "To be more specific, what happened in the capital?"

The housekeeper brought her a cup of floral tea before recounting in detail what Jiang Zong had told her.

Zhong Jiaqing frowned, put down his teacup, and wiped his lips: "Don't worry about it, I'll go."

The housekeeper looked at her in astonishment, confused and bewildered.

Zhong Jiaqing had no intention of explaining. After thinking for a moment, she picked up the phone: "Hello, Mrs. He, do you have any plans this afternoon? Come over to my house for a game of cards..."

She made three phone calls in a row, then turned around and saw the housekeeper still standing there. She said, "What are you still doing here? Prepare some tea and snacks."

The butler seemed to snap out of a daze, and responded to go prepare.

He had noticed that things were different after the second wife returned, but he never expected that she would interfere in the young master's affairs.

At the card table in the afternoon, four wealthy women chatted while playing cards, talking about nothing more than jewelry men or whose second wife had given birth to another son.

Zhong Jiaqing casually tossed out a card and said nonchalantly, "By the way, I ran into Mrs. Chen when I was shopping a few days ago... I think it was Mrs. Chen? I've never seen her before, I only heard her speak broken Cantonese, it was so unpleasant."

The wife of the next husband smiled slightly and said, "Mrs. Jiang, you don't know, Mrs. Chen was originally from the capital. She's been married into the family for over ten years, but she still hasn't learned how to speak properly."

"Oh, I see. My two children are also in the capital recently. What does Mrs. Chen's family do?"

“Mrs. Jiang, don’t pay any attention to her,” Mrs. He across from her shook her head repeatedly. “The Chen family has been on its last legs for five or six years. I think Mrs. Chen is only trying to get on your good side because she knows that Young Master Jiang is in Beijing.”

Zhong Jiaqing chuckled: "The Chen family's business is in Hong Kong, not Beijing. What's the point of her trying to build a relationship with me?"

"You don't know?" Mrs. He looked at her in confusion. "Mrs. Chen's family is from a wealthy family in Beijing. The Chen family has given her family a lot of money over the years, otherwise how could she have survived until now?"

"Oh?" Zhong Jiaqing touched the cards, hesitating to play them, and just smiled, "Mr. Chen is relying on his wife's family now?"

"Of course. Last month, Mr. Chen suddenly came to my house and insisted on getting a batch of goods delivered... to Tianjin Port."

"The Chen family, who started out running docks, are now in the building materials business?"

"Him? Ha, he's just buying and selling things using his wife's family's approval slips. What kind of business is that?"

"Hehehe... That's really too much of an honor for them. They're not even worthy of being mentioned."

The card games among wealthy women didn't need any deliberate guidance. Zhong Jiaqing just gave them a hint, and they eagerly shared everything they knew to make her happy.

During the entire afternoon of card games, all the details of the Chen family's affairs were discussed, including how many illegitimate children Mr. Chen had.

After the card game ended, Zhong Jiaqing rubbed his throbbing temples wearily and said to the butler, "Uncle, please tidy up and tell Xiao Zong."

The butler picked up the phone, but stopped halfway through dialing: "Madam, why don't you speak to the young master?"

Zhong Jiaqing waved her hands repeatedly, as if she felt that her refusal was not thorough enough, so she simply got up and went upstairs.

The butler watched her retreating figure and silently pressed the remaining numbers.

"Master..."

……

Beijing.

Upon receiving the call, Jiang Zong naturally went to the west wing where Lin Ting was.

Lin Ting had a slight cold today and answered the phone while huddled in bed.

After listening to the butler's detailed explanation, Lin thanked him and hung up the phone.

She placed the mobile phone beside her pillow, raised her head slightly to look at Jiang Zong: "It was Madam Zhong who handled this matter."

This was what the housekeeper told her, and she felt it was necessary to let Jiang Zong know.

Jiang Zong's hand, which was reaching out to Lin Ting, paused for a moment in mid-air before he pulled her hand and tucked it under the covers: "I will thank her."

Lin Ting grasped his fingers, squinted her eyes slightly, and said, "I have a bit of a headache."

Her voice is especially soft when she is sick, almost like she's being coquettish.

Jiang Zong had always been powerless against her. He sat down by her bedside, leaned slightly forward, and gently massaged her forehead.

Lin Ting squinted her eyes, enjoying his service with a clear conscience, and spoke to him softly.

Jiang Zong would occasionally reply with a few words, but they always got straight to the point.

Their voices were so soft, like lovers whispering to each other, that even though the west wing was poorly soundproofed, Duan Jun, who was just outside the wall, could only see shadows moving around and couldn't hear what they were saying.

"It's the middle of the night... Should I go in? Or should I go in?"

Duan Jun, wrapped in a military overcoat and clutching a stack of papers, was caught in a dilemma.

She waited for a while, but instead of seeing the figure on the window move away, she saw snowflakes falling.

Duan Jun stamped her foot and chose to knock on the door.

"dong dong dong"

Duan Jun called out loudly, "Lin Ting!"

The figure on the window finally moved; he sat up straight.

Duan Jun finally heard a clear voice: "What's wrong?" It was Lin Ting asking.

Duan Jun blurted out, "Room check."