Jiang Zishi stood ramrod straight, his chest puffed out further than ever before. He tilted his chin up slightly, a genuinely joyous and satisfied smile on his face.
He had never imagined this day would come, that he could go from being the Jiang Family’s abandoned adopted son to the only son of a representative in an important investment delegation!
Thinking of the endless fortune his family had to squander, Jiang Zishi felt his confidence surge.
He knew exactly what kind of person Chi Yun’er was: a young woman who craved a life of luxury, was lazy and indulgent, and loved vanity. ’How could she possibly resist the olive branch I’m extending?’
Besides, anyone with half a brain would never refuse the temptation of money.
Chi Yun’er looked him up and down and curled her lip. "I was wondering why all the flowers in my shop were drooping. Turns out they’re suffocating from the reek of money."
"I can’t get any fresh air either. Manager Wang, could you please do me a favor and take this person outside? Turn any corner, just give us an air vent to blow away this awful smell."
"My, my, the bigger the forest, the more kinds of birds you find. Nowadays, any old pheasant can stick a feather in its tail and pretend to be a phoenix, as if everyone else is just bald-tailed."
Jiang Zishi gritted his teeth. "Chi Yun’er, you’re nothing but a frog in a well. You have no idea how much money I have—more than enough for you to squander as you please."
Bian Yumin’s face twisted with jealousy, but she didn’t dare overstep in front of Jiang Zishi.
’Whoever has the money calls the shots.’ If she said one word too many, she would end up with nothing, like drawing water with a bamboo basket.
She had long ago suffered the hardships of being penniless, so Bian Yumin had grown numb to Jiang Zishi’s philandering.
’In any case, I’m his wife and the mother of the Cook family’s only child. That’s enough!’
But the woman before her was overflowing with youth, radiating with life—a living collection of all the world’s beauty. It always stirred the resentment in her heart.
’When you have too much money, life can get pretty dull. You start wanting something more!’
Bian Yumin stared at Chi Yun’er with a cold, dark gaze, her mind already scheming.
Chi Yun’er skillfully arranged the flowers and plants in her hands. After wrapping them, she handed them over. "A flower for every person. Here you go. That will be 59,741 RMB."



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