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

I asked the driver, Uncle Liu, to wait for me at the alley entrance, and got out of the car alone to knock on the door of the house I remembered.

Most of the locals have already moved away, leaving behind these old houses to collect rent while waiting for demolition.

But actually, to be precise, this building is already considered a dangerous building.

The only advantage is that in Shanghai, where land is extremely valuable, the rent is very cheap.

Therefore, most of the people renting here are migrants from places with very poor living conditions.

I stood at the door and knocked for a while before Su Jiayi came out to open it.

He was wearing a light-colored T-shirt that looked clean, but if you looked closely, you would see that the shirt had been washed so much that it was almost white.

To be honest, when I investigated his background in my previous life and poached him on behalf of Song Chenhao, I already knew that Su Jiayi was a graduate of a 985 university with a master's degree and had extraordinary talent in artificial intelligence design.

He could easily find a job in Shanghai that pays tens of thousands of yuan a month. After saving up for a few years, he could start his own business, and his future would be immeasurable.

But he lost because he lacked background and connections, and couldn't find investors. In addition, his parents in the countryside were suffering from chronic illnesses and needed medication and medical treatment.

I met him in my past life when his mother's condition worsened and she was admitted to the ICU, requiring a large sum of money for medical expenses.

That's why he was willing to sign with Song Chenhao's company in a way that almost monopolized his future, just for a fixed price of two million in advance.

Even though he knew that Song Chenhao was making a fortune from his designs and that Song Chenhao was the designer, allowing Song Chenhao to gain fame in the industry by using his work, he never complained.

In my past life, I did suggest to Song Chenhao that we share some of Su Jiayi's shares and use his designs without feeling guilty, but Song Chenhao always refused.

I still remember him saying with a disdainful look, "It's all Su Jiayi's fault for being short-sighted and only caring about immediate gains. She signed a contract to sell herself for two million. He paid money to buy her and used her design concepts. There's nothing wrong with that."

But Song Chenhao seems to have forgotten that I was the one who helped him dig the hole, and the two million was also money I took from home.

In this life, I want to see if Song Chenhao can still succeed in starting a business and become a business prodigy that people talk about, without my help and the resources of the Jiang family.

I took my bank card out of my bag and explained my purpose in a few words.

Su Jiayi hesitated to answer, her eyes clearly showing disbelief. "Little sister, if you get lost, I can help you call the police and contact your parents, but joking around with strangers so casually could be dangerous if you run into bad people."

I looked down following his gaze and realized that I was still wearing my school uniform, and it was obvious at a glance that I was still a student who hadn't even graduated from high school.

Su Jiayi had already graduated by this time and was at least seven or eight years older than me. How could she possibly believe the words of a high school student?

Seeing that he took out his phone, looking like he was about to call 110 (the police emergency number), I quickly spoke up.

“I’m serious. If you think I’m joking, I can transfer the money to you directly.”

I asked him to open the QR code for receiving payment, but he remained skeptical until two or three seconds later, when a WeChat notification sounded, announcing that 500,000 yuan had been deposited into his account.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but Su Jiayi's expression visibly froze.

He glanced at his phone several times, then at me, his eyes filled with disbelief. "So, you... you're serious? You really intend to invest money in me so I can participate in the competition?"

"Correct."

I nodded very seriously. Participating in the competition was just my first step. In my previous life, Song Chenhao won first prize in this competition and became an instant hit in the AI ​​artificial design industry, which attracted the attention of many investors to register a company.

In this life, I will nip this step in the bud from the very beginning, and let him see whether he can succeed like he did in his previous life without the support of the Jiang family.

After I transferred the money, I added Su Jiayi's contact information and left.

I have no doubt about the conscience and character of someone who sells his entire future to raise money for his parents' medical treatment.

Even if I lose money, it's still better than in my past life when I invested all this money in that scumbag Song Chenhao and ended up dying in a rented apartment.

After finishing all that, it was already 7:30 when I got back to the Jiang family home.

As soon as I entered, I saw that the magnificent hall was brightly lit, and the table was full of dishes, several of which were shrimp and seafood.

I am allergic to river and seafood, and my family has never served these before.

Later, I heard that Song Chenhao liked to eat these things, so I had the servants cook them for me every meal.

When Song Chenhao saw me sit down, he didn't even lift his eyelids with a cold expression, and picked up a piece of Australian lobster with his chopsticks.

Li Yaqin then served the rice and placed it in front of me. I pointed to the seafood dishes on the table.

"Take these dishes away. I don't want to see them on the table again."

Li Yaqin paused for a moment, looked at me and then at Song Chenhao, and hesitated before speaking, "Miss, but these are Young Master Song's favorite dishes."

I raised an eyebrow. "You know his surname is Song, but this is the Jiang family home. I'm allergic to seafood and can't stand the smell, so I don't want these dishes to appear on the table in the future. Is there a problem?"

My mother taught me from a young age that when you are in a position of power, you should treat others as human beings, and when you are in a subordinate position, you should treat yourself as a human being.

So even though Li Yaqin has been helping out at my house for so many years, we've always treated her with utmost respect.

It was probably the first time I had spoken to her in such a tone, and Li Yaqin was surprised for a moment, but she quickly agreed and promptly removed the dishes from the table.

Song Chenhao immediately became displeased and loudly questioned me, "Jiang Wanying! What do you mean!"

“Every word I say is in Chinese. If you don’t understand, go to school and ask your Chinese teacher tomorrow.”

I didn't even glance at him, and instead took a sip of the soup in my bowl.

"You!" Song Chenhao exclaimed angrily, "Jiang Wanying! You'll regret this!"

I was slightly taken aback, thinking that I had angered him and that he was about to do something drastic.

After all, he is now inhabited by the soul of a person in their twenties, and cannot be judged by the mindset of a high school student.

But I never expected that I would regret it when I simply looked up and asked, "Why should I regret it?"

The next second, I heard him say with absolute certainty.

"In two months, once I win first prize in the international competition, I'll become the richest man in Shanghai! If you curry favor with me now, maybe I can even let your Jiang family get a share of the profits! But if you continue to oppose me at every turn, don't blame me—"

He was halfway through his sentence when I couldn't help myself and spat out the soup in my mouth.

As luck would have it, it sprayed right onto Song Chenhao's face, who was sitting across from me.