From the Xia family, Song Junhan, his expression grim, went directly to the small studio he rented off-campus.
This studio was established with the startup funds approved by the Xia Corporation. From the initial market research to team building, he had worked so hard. All of this was his hope, his entire effort.
But that bitch Xia Qingtian, to defile his efforts, to obliterate his hard work, and to trample on his achievements by using his money to buy bags!
Such a condescending young lady who knew nothing of hardships was utterly disgusting!
To ask him to be a live-in son-in-law in the Xia family, to be submissive under Xia Qingtian's nose for a lifetime, he, Song Junhan, would rather die!
But…
Thinking of the difficult times when his father was seriously ill and the family couldn't even scrape together the medical expenses, and then thinking of the present glory where everyone called him President Song when he went out…
Song Junhan hesitated.
At this moment, Song Junhan's phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, Song Junhan's brows tightened. After answering the call, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "I agree to join your plan."
"President Song is indeed straightforward." A woman's smiling voice came from the other end of the phone. "After the Xia Corporation collapses, my boss will definitely not treat President Song poorly."
"But I have another request," Song Junhan said, his eyes darkening. "If we are to cooperate, you must show your sincerity first."
"Sincerity? What sincerity does President Song want?" the woman asked.
"Acquire my studio," Song Junhan felt his heart bleed as he said this.
This was all the result of his hard work!
"This..." the woman hesitated. "I need to report to the boss. Please give me some time, Mr. Song."
"Alright." After hanging up the phone, Song Junhan walked directly to the studio to organize the transfer contract.
He knew they would agree. This studio had unlimited prospects, and transferring it now was a last resort.
Song Junhan looked around, his gaze dark and resolute.
In the future, he would definitely be able to establish a larger studio and have a brighter future. At that time, he would make the Xia family kneel and beg him!
And his dignity was priceless!
As expected, the other party quickly replied, agreeing to the acquisition.
The funds were also quickly transferred to Song Junhan's account. After a moment of hesitation, Song Junhan returned the entire startup fund originally issued by the Xia Corporation to the Xia Corporation, including the medical expenses advanced by Father Xia.
When the Xia Corporation was all his in the future, what would these funds matter?
His partner was the last to know that Song Junhan had sold the studio. He appeared at the studio furiously and questioned, "How could you not discuss such a big matter with me?"
"Discuss? The Xia Corporation wants to recall the startup funds. After discussion, could you produce this money?" Song Junhan raised his eyelids and asked coldly.
"What? The Xia Corporation... how could the Xia Corporation..." The partner was stunned. "That's not right! Didn't President Xia still want you as his son-in-law? How could he..."
Hearing this, Song Junhan remembered Xia Qingtian's humiliation, and his expression turned even uglier.
"Then, what about the remaining money?" the partner pressed.
"According to the contract, one-third has been transferred to your account," Song Junhan said as he stood up. "The people who acquired the studio are very optimistic about this project. It's fine for you to follow them. After this, please don't contact me again. I'm leaving."
Having said that, Song Junhan left the studio directly. The partner cursed furiously, "Damn it!"
Now that Song Junhan had transferred the studio like this, wouldn't his plan to usurp the entire studio be completely ruined?
Useless trash! Couldn't even handle a woman, and ruined his great plan!
Upon receiving Song Junhan's payment, the secretary immediately informed Father Xia. Father Xia felt a headache thinking about Xia Qingtian's demeanor, but he didn't dare to mention the matter of taking in a son-in-law for now.
Meanwhile, Xia Qingtian rested while reviewing her high school knowledge. Xia Qingyu took on the task of serving tea and water to Xia Qingtian, while also guarding against Xia Qingtian causing any more trouble.
However, Xia Qingtian did not cause trouble for Xia Qingyu until she had completely recovered. This made Xia Qingyu somewhat surprised, and she deduced that it might be because the college entrance examination was approaching that she was acting this way.
As Xia Qingtian focused on preparing for the exam and Xia Qingyu was on tenterhooks, the national college entrance examination began.
Two days before the college entrance examination, the materialistic Father Xia had already embarked on the path of metaphysics. Every pen prepared for Xia Qingtian had the words "Confucian Temple Blessing" on it, the eraser casing had "Gaokao Victory," and breakfast was a bowl of noodles with two poached eggs.
Although Xia Qingtian wanted to say that the full score was 150, seeing Father Xia like this, she swallowed the words and quietly ate her breakfast before grabbing her schoolbag to head to the examination hall.
Aunt Liu followed to the door and cautiously said, "How about, how about I take you there?"
"No need," Xia Qingtian politely declined Aunt Liu's kind offer. She remembered that in her previous life, Aunt Liu had also offered to take her to the college entrance examination, and she had spoken extremely rudely at that time.
Recalling this, Xia Qingtian shifted uncomfortably with her schoolbag on her back. "I, I'll be going now."
Aunt Liu was not surprised by Xia Qingtian's refusal and merely nodded, saying nothing more.
After leaving the Xia family, Xia Qingtian went directly to the examination hall. Seeing the intersection where she had a car accident in her previous life approaching, Xia Qingtian felt her legs trembling, her eyes darting around, and her throat tightening.
Her gaze swept around, and she quickly spotted Song Junhan hiding by a newsstand on the opposite side of the intersection, leaning forward as if trying to confirm something.
As soon as Xia Qingtian saw Song Junhan, she calmed down completely. She clenched her fists at her sides.
The options reappeared in her mind,
[The Chosen One System has been activated.
Option a: Walk straight ahead, encounter a car accident, reward: all answers to the next college entrance examination.
Option b: Retreat halfway, wait for another traffic light to avoid the car accident, reward: today's luck value +10.]
Xia Qingtian narrowed her eyes slightly. She remembered Mo Jianing saying that after her car accident, she was still able to stand, but they had altered her medical records, causing her to give up treatment and remain in a wheelchair until her death.
The system's meaning was that if she chose option a, she would likely recover and return to school to participate in the next college entrance examination, obtaining all the answers.
If she chose option b, it would be a completely different path from her previous life.
After only a moment of hesitation, Xia Qingtian made her decision and stepped towards the opposite side of the road.
Seeing this, Song Junhan, who was by the newsstand,'s eyes lit up. He immediately whispered something to the person on the other end of the phone.
Halfway across the road, Xia Qingtian turned around and returned to the roadside.
The van that should have hit Xia Qingtian had to brake sharply before the crosswalk, seemingly not understanding how the person they had calculated to hit had disappeared.
At this moment, a traffic police officer, who was directing traffic at the nearby intersection, noticed something was wrong. He walked over directly and knocked on the car window, "Do you know you ran a red light? Show me your driver's license and registration!"
The driver, sitting in the driver's seat, then rolled down the window and smiled awkwardly.
The smell of alcohol was pungent.
"You! You dare to drunk drive? Get out! Hurry!" The traffic police officer's face turned green.
Seeing this scene, Song Junhan was completely stunned. Why would Xia Qingtian turn back halfway?
He looked at Xia Qingtian, only to see Xia Qingtian looking back at him from the other side of the road, her eyes clear and perceptive.
In this life, as long as she, Xia Qingtian, was alive, this Song Junhan would never have a chance to succeed.
She wanted to make him destitute and live in suffering his entire life!
This glance made Song Junhan's legs go weak, and he immediately turned and fled.
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 10 luck points. Wishing the host a successful college entrance examination today, answering everything you know and guessing everything correctly.] The system seemed very satisfied with Xia Qingtian's choice, its voice filled with pleasure.
As long as this host was a little smarter, it should be able to detach itself from the host and undergo tribulation again soon!
"System," Xia Qingtian murmured, looking at Song Junhan's retreating back, "Look at him, he's so much like a dog."
System [As long as the host has enough points, it's not impossible to give him a three-day dog transformation package.]
There was such a function?
Xia Qingtian was somewhat surprised. Before she could ask further, the system had already replied, [When the host accumulates enough points, they can unlock the points mall, where various magical items can be redeemed. Please strive hard, host, to change your destiny.]
Xia Qingtian immediately felt her confidence surge, and she walked towards the examination hall with determined steps.
At the newsstand by the roadside, a man reading a newspaper lowered the newspaper by an inch as Xia Qingtian passed by him, revealing a pair of deep eyes filled with a hint of surprise and astonishment.
No, this girl shouldn't be here… He should have been hit by a car at this intersection…
Looking at Xia Qingtian's back, the man's gaze deepened.
"Mr. Gu, excuse me, you've kept me waiting," a man in a dark suit said quickly and anxiously.
"That girl, I want all her information." Mr. Gu folded the newspaper and said in a clear voice.
"The girl?" The man looked at Xia Qingtian's back, recognized her school uniform, and immediately replied, "Alright, Mr. Gu, this way please."
Mr. Gu glanced at Xia Qingtian's back again before withdrawing his gaze and getting into the luxury car parked by the roadside. His fingertips tapped lightly, and the calm under his eyes churned with undercurrents.
Could she be the one he had been waiting for to break the stalemate…
At this moment, he had waited for so, so long.
Please, don't disappoint him again.