From the Xia family, Song Junhan, his expression sullen, went directly to the small studio he rented off-campus.
This studio was set up with the startup capital approved by the Xia Corporation. From the initial market research to team building, he had worked so hard, and these represented his hopes and all his efforts.
Yet, that slut Xia Qingtian dared to trample on his contributions, obliterate his efforts, and use his money to buy bags by stepping on his achievements!
Such a conceited young lady who knew nothing of hardship was utterly disgusting!
To be forced to marry into the Xia family and live a life of subservience under Xia Qingtian's gaze, he, Song Junhan, would rather die!
But…
Thinking of the difficult times when his father was gravely ill and his family couldn't even afford medical expenses, and then thinking of the glory of being called "President Song" now…
Song Junhan hesitated.
At this moment, Song Junhan's phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, Song Junhan frowned, answered the call, and then said as if he had made up his mind, "I agree to join your plan."
"President Song is indeed straightforward." A woman's smiling voice came from the other end of the phone. "When the Xia Corporation collapses, my boss will certainly not treat President Song unfairly."
"But I have one more request," Song Junhan said, his eyes darkening. "If you want to cooperate, show me your sincerity first."
"Sincerity? What kind of sincerity does President Song want?" the woman asked.
"Acquire my studio." Song Junhan felt his heart bleed as he said this.
These were all the fruits of his hard work!
"This…" the woman hesitated. "I need to ask my boss. Please give me some time, Mr. Song."
"Okay." 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 it was a reluctant decision to transfer it now.
Song Junhan looked around, his gaze dark and determined.
In the future, he would definitely be able to build a larger studio and possess a more brilliant 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 and agreed to the acquisition.
The payment was soon transferred to Song Junhan's account. After a moment of hesitation, Song Junhan transferred the entire startup capital originally provided by the Xia Corporation back to them, including the medical expenses advanced by Father Xia.
When the Xia Corporation became his own, what would this money matter?
His partner was the last to know that Song Junhan had sold the studio. He appeared at the studio in a rage, demanding, "How could you not discuss such a big matter with me?"
"Discuss? The Xia Corporation wants to recall the startup capital. After discussing it, could you come up with 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 want you as his son-in-law? How could he…"
Hearing this, Song Junhan remembered Xia Qingtian's humiliation, and his face turned even uglier.
"Then, what about the remaining money?" the partner pressed.
"According to the contract, one-third has already 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 work with them. After this, please don't contact me anymore. I'm leaving."
After saying this, Song Junhan left the studio directly. The partner cursed furiously, "Damn it!"
Now that Song Junhan had transferred the studio like this, his plan to embezzle the entire studio was completely ruined!
Useless good-for-nothing! Couldn't even handle a woman and ruined his great plan!
Upon receiving Song Junhan's payment, the secretary immediately informed Father Xia. Thinking of Xia Qingtian's demeanor gave Father Xia a headache, but he dared not mention the matter of taking in a son-in-law anymore.
Meanwhile, Xia Qingtian rested while reviewing her high school knowledge. Xia Qingyu took on the task of serving Xia Qingtian tea and water, while also guarding against Xia Qingtian causing more trouble.
However, Xia Qingtian didn't trouble Xia Qingyu again until she had completely recovered, which surprised Xia Qingyu. She guessed that it was because the college entrance examination was approaching that she was behaving this way.
As Xia Qingtian focused on preparing for the exams and Xia Qingyu anxiously watched, the national college entrance examination began.
Two days before the college entrance examination, the materialist Father Xia had already embarked on a superstitious path. Each pen prepared for Xia Qingtian had the words "Temple of Confucius Blessing" on it, the eraser cover said "Gaokao Victory," and breakfast was a bowl of noodles with two fried eggs.
Although Xia Qingtian wanted to say that the full score was 150, seeing Father Xia like this, she swallowed the words and just ate her breakfast diligently before taking her schoolbag to the examination hall.
Aunt Liu followed to the door and carefully said, "Perhaps, perhaps I can still take you there."
"No need." Xia Qingtian politely declined Aunt Liu's kindness. She remembered that in her previous life, Aunt Liu had also offered to take her to the college entrance examination, and she had spoken very harshly then.
Recalling this, Xia Qingtian shifted uncomfortably with her schoolbag on her back. "I, I'm leaving now."
Aunt Liu was not surprised by Xia Qingtian's refusal and just nodded, saying nothing more.
After leaving the Xia family, Xia Qingtian went straight to the examination hall. Seeing the intersection where she had a car accident in her previous life approaching, Xia Qingtian felt her legs tremble. She looked around, her throat tightening.
Her gaze swept around and she soon spotted Song Junhan hiding in the side of a kiosk across the intersection, leaning out as if to confirm something.
As soon as Xia Qingtian saw Song Junhan, she calmed down completely. She clenched her fists by her side.
Options appeared in her mind again.
[The Chosen One System has been activated.
Choose A: Walk straight ahead, encounter a car accident, reward: all answers to the next year's college entrance examination.
Choose B: Retreat halfway, wait for one more traffic light to avoid the car accident, reward: today's lucky value +10.]
Xia Qingtian narrowed her eyes slightly. She remembered Mo Jianing saying that in her previous life, she could still stand after the car accident, but they had altered her medical records, causing her to give up treatment and remain in a wheelchair until her death.
The system's implication was that if she chose A, she would likely recover and return to school to participate in the next college entrance examination, obtaining all the answers.
If she chose B, it would be a completely different path from her previous life.
After hesitating for only a moment, Xia Qingtian made her decision and stepped towards the other side of the road.
Song Junhan, who was by the kiosk, his eyes lit up. He immediately whispered something into the phone on the other end.
Halfway across, Xia Qingtian turned around and returned to the roadside.
The van that was supposed to hit Xia Qingtian had to brake sharply before the crosswalk, seemingly not knowing how the calculated target had disappeared.
At this moment, a traffic police officer directing traffic at a nearby intersection noticed something was wrong and walked over, knocking on the car window. "Do you know you ran a red light? Please show me your driver's license and registration!"
The driver sitting in the driver's seat then rolled down the window and gave an embarrassed smile.
The smell of alcohol was pungent.
"You! You dare to drink and 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 towards Xia Qingtian, only to see Xia Qingtian looking at him from across the road, her eyes clear and insightful.
In this life, as long as she, Xia Qingtian, was alive, this Song Junhan would never have a chance to rise to prominence.
She wanted him to be impoverished 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 lucky points. Wishing the host a successful college entrance examination today, where everything you know will be asked, and everything you guess will be correct.] The system seemed very pleased with Xia Qingtian's choice, its voice filled with joy.
As long as this host was a little clever, it should be able to escape the host and undergo its tribulation again soon!
"System," Xia Qingtian murmured, watching Song Junhan's retreating back, "Look at him, he's just like a dog."
System [As long as the host has enough points, it's not impossible to make him turn into a dog for three days.]
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, the points mall will be unlocked, and 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.
In the kiosk by the roadside, a man reading a newspaper lowered his newspaper by an inch as Xia Qingtian passed him, revealing a pair of deep eyes filled with a trace of surprise and astonishment.
No, this girl shouldn't be here… He was supposed to be hit by a car at this intersection…
Looking at Xia Qingtian's back, the man's gaze deepened.
"Mr. Gu, I apologize for keeping you waiting." A man in a dark suit hurried over 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, "Yes, 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 a storm brewed beneath his calm eyes.
Could she be the person he had been waiting for to break the deadlock…
At this moment, he had waited for far too long.
Please, do not disappoint him again.