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

When Mr. Jiang opened the bedroom door, he saw Zhong Jiaqing leaning wearily against the bed, looking as weak as if he had gone to pull weeds from the entire garden that afternoon.

Her eyes were slightly red as she reached out her hand to him: "I feel so awful... my head hurts, and I feel nauseous..."

Mr. Jiang glanced at her, but didn't answer. He continued rummaging through his clothes.

Zhong Jiaqing sensed something was wrong. She withdrew her hand and sat up, supporting herself on the bed. "Are you still going out? Can't you stay with me a little longer?"

Mr. Jiang still didn't turn around and said, "Since you're not feeling well, don't go out recently. It's good that Lao Nie is back, so let him take care of things at home. I'll have the doctor come to the house tomorrow, so you can rest well."

He paused for a moment, then added, "If you find the house too cramped, I'll have someone renovate the house in Hong Kong, and you can stay there for a while."

His voice was calm, without anger or warmth.

Zhong Jiaqing was dumbfounded.

"You want to kick me out?" She looked at Mr. Jiang in astonishment. "I'm pregnant with your child, and you want me to go back to Hong Kong?"

Mr. Jiang straightened his tie and turned to look at her.

"You're the one who wants to kick my son out."

He said.

Zhong Jiaqing then noticed that her husband's eyes were extremely cold, like a lion whose territory had been invaded.

She unconsciously shrank back, turning her head away, no longer daring to meet his gaze.

Clearly, he knew about her asking Jiang Zong to move rooms.

But who would complain to him?

Jiang Zong is such a taciturn guy, he wouldn't even utter a sound if he were stabbed, and Lao Nie would never do something that would harm the enemy a thousand while hurting himself eight hundred.

Could it be...

The image of Lin Ting's silly smile when she called her "sister" involuntarily flashed into her mind.

She composed herself, clutched her lower abdomen, and looked at Mr. Jiang with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Zong is your son, but isn't the one in my belly? He's studying away from home, and he's also the older brother. Can't we have a room that no one else is living in? We're family, do we have to be so strict about it?"

Jiang's father: "No."

“That’s the room that A Yuan arranged for Xiao Zong. Even if he doesn’t want it, that room can’t be used for anything else.”

A tender look flashed unconsciously in Jiang's father's eyes, but his anger quickly intensified.

“If you don’t want to go to Hong Kong, I’ll have Lao Nie bring a crib here so the baby can be closer to you and easier for you to take care of him.”

After saying that, he grabbed a suit jacket and turned to leave.

Moving to Hong Kong separated the couple; bringing in a crib didn't change the fact that they were still living apart, though closer in distance.

Zhong Jiaqing's tears flowed genuinely as she shouted at Jiang's father's retreating figure, "Jiang Bingguo, you have no conscience!"

Her shouts were blocked out from inside the door.

Mr. Jiang wiped his face and brought his hand down. He was Mr. Jiang, who was invulnerable to swords and bullets and immune to all poisons.

……

"Darling, please excuse her. Don't take it to heart."

In the private room of the restaurant, Mr. Jiang had a gentle smile on his lips.

There were only the three of them in the private room, as if they were just an elder taking two children out for a meal.

Lin Ting smiled, seemingly unconcerned, and said, "How could that be? I should thank you for your kindness."

With just two simple sentences, the afternoon's events were lightly brushed aside.

During the meal, Mr. Jiang told Lin Ting that the price of the subscription certificate had recently been driven up to 250,000 per unit, but there was only a lot of hype and no one was actually selling the whole unit.

Occasionally, if you're lucky, you might encounter a retail investor selling a dozen or so tickets. Such transactions are often very low—of course, this is only low in comparison. A transaction price of 1,500 or 1,600 yuan per ticket is considered a huge profit by the retail investor.

Lin Ting secretly rejoiced—thankfully she bought twelve sets back then, otherwise her current net worth would be a sinful 250 million.

Mr. Jiang asked, "Daughter, I don't see that you're interested in buying stocks. Do you want to sell your subscription warrants now or wait?"

Lin heard this and said, "Let's wait a bit."

"Do you think it will continue to rise?" Mr. Jiang pondered. "I don't think there will be much change in the short term."

"I want to wait until the second lottery," Lin said. "Anyway, I'll be staying in Shanghai for a long time, so there's no rush."

"Indeed, let's wait a bit."

Everyone would be envious of the twelve purchase certificates in Lin Ting's hands. Even Jiang's father wanted them, but he wouldn't force her to sell them to him.

He was more interested in Lin Ting than in the subscription certificate.

Her value far surpasses that of a subscription certificate.

In fact, if it weren't for Chiang's father protecting him, Lin Ting's possession of twelve sets of whiteboards would probably have been discovered long ago.

Nowadays, the Shanghai Stock Exchange is not just a battleground for capital tycoons. People from the sea, coal mining, sand mining... they've all heard that stocks make money quickly, so they've flocked here in droves, carrying sacks of cash.

At times like this, whether to sell or not is no longer just a matter of money.

After five courses of food, Lin Ting went to the restroom.

Jiang's father looked at Jiang Zong, who remained silent, and said helplessly, "Don't argue with her. You're a man, don't get involved in those trivial family matters."

Jiang Zong: "Hmm."

He really didn't want to talk to her.

Mr. Jiang was too lazy to talk about family matters; he was more interested in his son's friendships: "Xiao Zong, how are you getting along with your friends?"

Jiang Zongbing's face, which had been sealed shut all night, finally relaxed a little, and he replied, "Very good."

Hearing his son say it was good, Mr. Jiang was immediately gratified and asked, "What does he like?" He pondered that he should prepare some gifts for him.

Jiang Zong recalled the words "Give your sister a smile" from that afternoon, and his ears felt hot again.

He lowered his eyes and replied, "She likes to see me smile."

Mr. Jiang's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is truly a friend who treats him with the utmost sincerity!

He felt that preparing a gift was not enough to express his father's gratitude, so he said, "Why don't you invite him to Shanghai? I'll treat him."

Jiang Zong: "...?"

Isn't she right here?

He glanced at the teacup in front of his father.

He only knew that drinking alcohol would make him drunk, but he never thought that drinking tea would also make him drunk.

Fake tea?

Before Mr. Jiang could say anything more, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and a smiling man walked in with a young man carrying a tray.

The tray held two bottles of red wine and two dishes.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry to bother you," the man said, bowing at a 60-degree angle. "The boss isn't here today. I only realized you were here when I saw Ah Jin outside. Please forgive my neglect."

As he spoke, he gestured for the young man behind him to put down the wine and food.

"Manager Yang, you're too kind," Mr. Jiang said with his usual polite smile. "I just brought my child here for a casual meal; I didn't really want to make a fuss."

"Yes, yes, I didn't tell anyone else either. I definitely won't disturb President Jiang and Young Master Jiang."

Manager Yang isn't bad-minded to be able to work here.

His main reason for coming here was to entertain Mr. Jiang, and a secondary reason was that he had heard that Mr. Jiang had brought his son and a strange girl with him, and he needed to find out who that girl was for his boss.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Mr. Jiang, Manager Yang naturally turned to Jiang Zong.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that although Jiang Zong was looking in his direction, his gaze was focused on what was behind him.

Behind you?

Manager Yang turned his head and looked at the waiter who had followed him in, only to find that he was staring straight at Jiang Zong.

Manager Yang frowned, about to reprimand him, when the door to the private room opened again.

Lin Ting walked in with a cheerful smile.

Lin Ting was stunned to see the extra people in the private room.