Soon, the doorbell rang.
Presumably, the staff had delivered the medicine. Jiang Nan Fang seized the opportunity to leave and bolted for the door.
Zhan Bei Jue, having perfectly guessed her intentions, stood up first, grabbed her arm, and shoved her back onto the sofa.
While Jiang Nan Fang stumbled, he walked to the door, opened it a crack, took the item in a second, and locked the door again.
He turned back, his gaze teasing.
"You've had several children, what haven't I seen? Is there a need for this?"
He thought there wasn't, but Jiang Nan Fang felt there absolutely was!
She stood up, looking at him with righteous indignation.
"Mr. Zhan, if your girlfriend knew you were being indiscreet with your ex-wife late at night, what do you think she'd think?"
"You think I care?"
Zhan Bei Jue shamelessly took the item and sat back, pulling her wrist along.
"Don't just stand there, sit down. I don't like you looking down at me."
Didn't like it? And yet he wouldn't let her leave?
There was no reasoning with such a lunatic.
Jiang Nan Fang refused to sit, stubbornly shaking off his hand and walking a few steps away.
Seeing her stubbornness, Zhan Bei Jue's head began to ache again.
He tossed the medicine onto the coffee table and deliberately commanded,
"Go get me a glass of water."
Jiang Nan Fang decided she would smash the door down, or if necessary, call Zhou Jin Bei over to witness his unsightly behavior.
"Am I your servant?"
"A glass of water costs ten thousand."
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He was using money to bribe her?
Very well!
Although a considerable portion of this money belonged to her, Jiang Nan Fang, and her children, if she didn't take it now, who knew where it might end up later.
Jiang Nan Fang had been too poor lately, so upon hearing this, her gaze couldn't help but drift over.
"One hundred thousand."
"Deal."
Zhan Bei Jue agreed without a second thought.
Money was truly just a number in his eyes. Seeing how easily he agreed, she suddenly regretted asking for so little.
After pouring the water and placing it before him, Jiang Nan Fang felt a flicker of interest in making more money.
However, she couldn't bring herself to ask directly, so she used a playful tone.
"Should I feed it to you?"
Zhan Bei Jue, completely understanding her thoughts, couldn't help but curve his lips.
"Yes. How much do I need to pay you?"
Jiang Nan Fang sat down on the sofa.
"How about this. If I stay in your room for a night, you give me a million."
How interesting.
She had been so stubborn during the divorce, not asking him for a cent, and now she was coveting his money.
Jiang Nan Fang couldn't quite explain her own psychology. At times she had pride, and at others, she didn't. Could it be that deep down she craved ambiguity with him?
Zhan Bei Jue's playful gaze swept over her again, and he immediately agreed.
"Then you have to listen to me obediently."
She brought the medicine to his lips and watched him drink it, then waited for him to transfer the money.
Zhan Bei Jue covered his eyes with his arm, feigning exhaustion, and rested his head on her lap.
"Don't worry, I'm not one to renege on a debt. I'll give it to you tomorrow."
"Give my head a massage. You know, your massage is quite comfortable."
Jiang Nan Fang didn't want him to die prematurely.
After all, with such a wealthy and powerful father, her children's lives would be much more comfortable in the future.
As a mother, no one wanted their children to worry about money in society.
From this perspective alone, she hoped Zhan Bei Jue would live a few more days.
Zhan Bei Jue closed his eyes, and the two of them began in silence.
She massaged with all her strength when she had it, and randomly when she didn't. After more than ten minutes, the man's breathing became deep and even, and his arm naturally dangled below the sofa.
He had fallen asleep.
Looking at his familiar face, his handsome sleeping countenance, and the faint dark circles under his eyes, Jiang Nan Fang felt a mix of emotions.
However, she too was tired.
Thinking too much from looking too much, she moved her head from his lap, covered him with a blanket, and went to her room.
When she woke up the next morning, Zhan Bei Jue was no longer on the sofa.
In fact, he had never intended to spend the weekend there. He had other business to attend to and had flown out early in the morning.
A card was placed on the coffee table, with a note pressed beneath it. Jiang Nan Fang picked it up; it was in his strong, distinctive handwriting.
"There are two million on the card. Your birthday is the password. So is the door lock."
Regardless, this ex-husband was quite generous when it came to money.
She wasn't entirely unlucky, was she?
Jiang Nan Fang called Zhou Jin Bei, and they arranged to meet at a restaurant. Soon after, Wang Lang also found them.
Seeing Jiang Nan Fang, who had slept soundly and looked refreshed, he smiled ambiguously.
Clearly, her status in Wang Lang's eyes had changed.
Jiang Nan Fang offered no explanation and spent a day playing at the resort with Zhou Jin Bei before returning home.
With the resort incident, her studio successfully secured investment, and Wang Lang, as promised, established a dedicated project for her.
Jiang Nan Fang's work entered a stable phase.
That evening, after returning home, chatting with her children, and tucking them into bed, she lay alone in bed, looking at the few contacts on her WeChat. She suddenly remembered the financial manager she had recently added.
After becoming friends, the other party had only said two things: "Hello," and "Feel free to contact me if you need anything."
Jiang Nan Fang had only replied with "Okay" and moved on to other things.
A few days ago, she had no money to manage and felt adding them was pointless. Now, with two million yuan appearing out of nowhere and no immediate place to spend it, it would be good to have it managed.
She just wondered if the person was still awake.
Jiang Nan Fang sent a greeting to the manager. As expected, he was busy. After ten minutes, she still hadn't received a reply.
She put down her phone, drowsy and about to fall asleep, when a message popped up on WeChat.
Picking it up, she saw that the manager seemed prepared, directly sending her fund data.
The trend looked good, so Jiang Nan Fang searched online for recent operating conditions. Most people's feedback was positive.
She then started a conversation with him.
The manager was professional and spoke courteously. They chatted for an hour before they knew it.
Persuaded by his words, Jiang Nan Fang followed his instructions and purchased the product.
"How much do you charge?"
After everything was done, she intended to settle the payment. However, the manager told her that it was a favor from a friend and a simple gesture, so there was no charge.
Jiang Nan Fang suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
"Then when are you free? I'd like to treat you to a meal and perhaps ask for some professional advice."
Zhan Bei Jue stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window of his home, watching her message of goodwill, and discerned several layers of meaning.
To prevent her from developing unnecessary fondness for this virtual persona, Zhan Bei Jue coldly refused.
"No need. I'm only doing this as a favor to a friend, not for you. If you want to thank someone, thank Assistant Zhou."
Two days after Chen Jiao Jiao took Xiang Yang to the hospital, her friend, who was a model agent, privately met with Xiang Yang. They finalized their cooperation.
Xiang Yang was good-looking, had a good physique, and crucially, had not yet entered society and was relatively naive and easy to manage. Furthermore, his eyes were clear, and his friend was very satisfied with him.
For Chen Jiao Jiao, this was a small matter that she had done as a favor, and she quickly forgot about it.
She never expected that her friend would suddenly send her a long string of Xiang Yang's photos before she went to sleep that day.