After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

I wasn't surprised that Song Chenhao guessed I wanted to buy the penthouse. We've both lived a lifetime longer than others. If I can remember that this property saw a huge price increase, he certainly can too.

But his attitude made me laugh. By what right did he order me around?

I struggled to break free of his grip, but couldn't. I turned and asked him with a cold smile, "Song Chenhao, what gives you the right to order me around?"

"Because I also want to buy the penthouse!" Song Chenhao's tone was gloomy, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at me. "Did you guess that I was planning to invest in the property, so you're deliberately trying to steal it from me?"

I took a deep breath. He wasn't very capable, but his shamelessness and tone remained unchanged.

"Song Chenhao, don't take yourself too seriously!" I turned around and leaned closer, speaking in a voice only the two of us could hear, "You know and I know the value of this building, so why do you think everyone has to revolve around you, and that I have to give up what you want?"

I am no longer the lapdog who followed him around. He just hasn't figured out the situation yet. He arrogantly thinks he is a chosen one with extraordinary abilities!

When Bian Jiahui saw the two of us getting close to talk, she nervously reached out and tightly hugged Song Chenhao's arm. "Wanwan, you're supposed to be the daughter of the Jiang family. Can't you have some backbone and self-respect? We agreed not to bother you anymore. Now you're not only stalking me, but also using this kind of playing hard to get tactic. Isn't it just to get Ahao's attention?"

“He’s my boyfriend now. Although I treated you as a good friend before and always gave in to you, I won’t give up Ah Hao to you.”

After she finished speaking her misleading words, the two salespeople next to me looked at me with disdain and disdain.

I know why Bian Jiahui is so worried about Song Chenhao. Before she stole the bidding documents, there was still room for maneuver. Now she can only cling to Song Chenhao, otherwise she and her mother will end up homeless.

She and her mother have made a lot of money off our family over the years, but she is a very vain person. She has spent all the money she has earned on luxury goods, and the mother and daughter have no savings.

I shook off Song Chenhao's hand, took two steps back, and patted my arm in disgust. "It's just a piece of trash that I don't want. Don't worry, I don't have the habit of recycling."

"As for my need to buy a house, you yourself said I'm the daughter of the Jiang family. For someone like me, born with a silver spoon in my mouth, buying a house is like buying a handbag. I can buy it whenever I want without needing to attract anyone's attention!"

When Bian Jiahui heard my words, a hint of jealousy flashed clearly in her eyes.

She's always been jealous of my life and my birth, and I don't mind making her even more envious.

I turned to the salesperson and told them that I wanted to buy the houses I had just selected with full payment.

A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Bian Jiahui's eyes. She looked up at Song Chenhao with a somewhat aggrieved expression, and Song Chenhao quickly stopped her, "I want to buy the king of the building too!"

After saying that, he added a sentence to show his determination, "I can pay more!"

I turned my head and saw Song Chenhao staring at me with a gloomy expression. Bian Jiahui's eyes also flashed with a hint of pleasure. "That's right, even if they really have to sell the King of Building, they have to sell it to us first, since we were here first!"

The two salespeople looked at each other, seemingly afraid of causing more conflict and being unable to resolve the issue, so they simply called the manager over.

After the manager arrived and understood the situation, he tried to smooth things over by saying that there was only one "king of the building" and that their other apartments were also very good. He suggested that both sides negotiate further and consider the matter.

No sooner had the manager finished speaking than Song Chenhao spoke up first, "No need to consider it anymore, I want to buy the penthouse."

"I know that your Old Wang's asking price is 19 million, but I'm willing to offer 20 million!"

It's no wonder Song Chenhao appeared so resolutely. According to his memories from his previous life, the king of buildings in Yijingxi Garden was eventually sold to a wealthy man from Hong Kong and Macau for a high price of 53 million.

Now, if you spend 20 million, you can double your money in just a few months and resell it – it's a business with no initial investment.

But does he have that much money?

On the way back yesterday, Ge Zeyu also talked to me about Song Chenhao, saying that he earned several million in a short period of time. Moreover, Ge Zeyu had also investigated and found out that although Song Chenhao gave the bidding documents to the competing company, he only received one or two million in remuneration.

After all, before the bidding process is over, it's unlikely that a competing company would offer him a hundred million in investment and compensation just because of a bid that may not even be genuine.

Therefore, I estimate that he doesn't have that much money on him at all.

"Song Chenhao, do you think you can buy a luxury apartment just because you made some money in the stock market through your opportunistic tricks? Can you even come up with 20 million?"

I spoke with disdain, taking this opportunity to deliberately provoke him. He made me suffer such a huge loss in my past life, and now I'm just collecting some interest.

If we can make him feel frustrated and then drive him to desperation, that would be even better.

He is arrogant by nature, and with the memories of his previous life, he spends money without any restraint. He believes that he can obtain a lot of money and success with just a flick of his finger. The more he does this, the more likely he is to stumble. I don't mind giving him a push.

I deliberately told the manager at that moment, "It's just an extra million, I'm going to raise the price to twenty-four million!"

The manager was completely stunned by this unexpected surprise.

I took the opportunity to turn to Song Chenhao and raise my eyebrows provocatively, then lowered my voice and said, "Without all the help I gave you, what makes you think you could have done it?"

After I finished speaking, I saw Song Chenhao's eyes redden with anger, and he said arrogantly, "Jiang Wanying, what I've always hated the most is that you clearly only did some icing on the cake, but you arrogantly think that everything is your achievement."

"But it's okay, what's past is past, it's not too late now. I'll show you that I'll be even more successful without you!"

He turned to look at the manager, and defiantly followed me, raising the price, "Twenty-eight million!"

"Thirty million!" I casually raised the price again.

Song Chenhao glared at me fiercely, almost shouting, "I'll offer 35 million, Jiang Wanying, if you're so capable, go ahead and bid!"

Looking at his bloodshot eyes and his fierce but cowardly demeanor, I knew that this was probably his limit.

Although the house still has room for appreciation, and buying it for 35 million wouldn't be a loss, I'm sure he can't come up with more than 35 million.

I chuckled softly, and as I unfolded the money, I said to him, "Fine, you pay! But don't end up embarrassing yourself!"

Song Chenhao calmed down a bit by then. Seeing the manager approaching him, waiting to pay, he took a deep breath.

"I need to make a phone call!"