Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 30 Raising Money
hospital.

"Borrow money? How much?"

Upon hearing that Nan Wu wanted to borrow money, Fang Lanxin, who had been expressionless, finally showed a change in expression.

Nan Wu smiled and held up four fingers. "Not many, just this one!"

Fang Lanxin closed the medical record and resumed her previous indifference, "You earned a mere four million in the Nan family during your year here, I don't believe you didn't!"

"So, what I want is forty million!"

Fang Lanxin paused, looking at her with a surprised expression, "What do you need so much money for?"

Nan Wu tossed her hair and said casually, "Don't worry about that. I need it urgently. Just tell me if you have it or not."

Fang Lanxin picked up the water on the table, took a sip, neither saying yes nor no, and said, "Su Ying, I'm warning you, your task now is to be a good young lady of the Nan family and complete our deal. If you cause any trouble and ruin my plans..."

Nan Wu interrupted her, "If you don't have it, you don't have it. It's pointless to keep threatening like this!"

With a slight turn of her hips, she slid down the desk in front of her with unparalleled smoothness, grabbed her handbag, and turned to leave.

Grasping the doorknob, she turned around again, unwilling to give up, to confirm, "Really not there?"

"you……"

"Okay! Forget about lending it!"

Bang! The door slammed shut.

Fang Lanxin's pupils contracted, and she fell into deep thought...

There was no disappointment in her eyes. Nan Wu had already guessed that she would return empty-handed. She was just testing the waters and couldn't be too forceful, otherwise Fang Lanxin would become suspicious.

So now there's only one solution: sell the villa.

She didn't have much jewelry or savings. If she sold everything and added it all up, she could barely scrape together ten million. The villa was worth forty million. Only in this way could she shut Qian Xingjie up.

When I came out of the shower, my phone on the table was buzzing.

Seeing the caller ID, Nan Wu felt a surge of excitement. "Hello?"

"Miss Nan, I've made progress on the matter you asked me to investigate. Let's meet at the Yunge Tea House tomorrow afternoon to discuss it!"

Nan Wu tightened her grip on the phone.

The next day.

Nan Wu gracefully descended the stairs in her high heels.

"Xiao Wu, breakfast is ready, you..."

Nan Wu ignored Jiang Xue's thoughtfulness and walked straight to the shoe cabinet, brushing past her.

Jiang Xue's enthusiasm was met with a cold shoulder, and her expression couldn't be more pleasant.

Jiang Rourou slammed down her chopsticks. "Nan Wu, what kind of attitude is this? My mother is an elder, how can you treat her like this?"

Nan Wu lightly bumped her slender waist against the shoe cabinet, playing with her manicured nails. "You all know my attitude, don't you? You were just being a fool and bumped into it, are you going to blame me?"

"you!"

Nan Wu snorted coldly, not even glancing at them again, and left with her head held high.

Jiang Rourou was so angry that she lost her appetite. "Mom, please don't do this again. No matter how good you are to her, she won't appreciate it. She might even turn around and bite you back. You're so wronged!"

Jiang Xue shook her head dismissively, "Rou Rou, you're wrong. We're family with Xiao Wu. As an elder, it's only right that I care about her. Whether she appreciates it or not is her business. Besides, your sister isn't in good health and is prone to temper tantrums, which is understandable. Please be more tolerant. I believe that one day she will realize our sincerity!"

Upstairs, Nan Dongxue, who witnessed the whole process, nodded with satisfaction... Ten minutes later, in the guest room.

"Mom, thank goodness you reacted quickly. Dad probably hates that bitch Nan Wu to death right now!"

Jiang Xue was using a massager to do her facial skincare when she heard this. She glanced at her daughter in the mirror and said with a hint of shrewdness, "I warned you a long time ago to keep your composure. We can't beat Nan Wu head-on. We can only play the victim card. As long as we can win over your father's heart and gain his trust, let alone one Nan Wu, even two or three, what can she do to us?"

Jiang Rourou was still slightly worried, "But Nan Wu still has that old man from the Nan family backing her up!"

Jiang Xue scoffed dismissively, "So what? How many more years can that old man live? He might die any day now, and then won't the Nan family still be under your father's control?"

Jiang Rourou felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and she became excited. "Yes, how come I didn't think of that? No matter how smug that bitch Nan Wu is now, it's still uncertain who will have the last laugh!"

Jiang Xue stood up, smiled, walked to her daughter's side, took her hand and patted it, "It's good that you have this determination. Besides, don't you still have Young Master Xiao?"

“But…” Jiang Rourou pouted, looking aggrieved, when this was mentioned.

Jiang Xue continued her analysis, "The person Xiao Shao likes is you. As long as you can control him, why should Nan Wu be afraid of taking advantage of you?"

Jiang Rourou instantly became full of confidence.

Nanwu went to a real estate agency. This company mainly serves high-end clients, and the properties they work with are often worth tens of millions of yuan.

The real estate agent estimated that Nanwu's villa was worth around 45 million, but Nanwu finally listed it for a fixed price of 40 million. She only wanted 40 million.

Before leaving, he gave them a 100,000 yuan tip, asking them to help him get rid of the goods as soon as possible...

"What? Nan Wu went to a real estate agency?"

"Okay, I got it. Keep an eye on it, you'll get your money!"

After putting away her phone and seemingly lost in thought, Jiang Rourou immediately set off for the real estate agency that Nan Wu had visited.

It took her a tremendous amount of effort to uncover some valuable information.

Nan Wu is actually selling that villa at the foot of Ling Mountain! As the eldest daughter of the Nan family, she has plenty to eat and wear, so it's really strange that she's in such a hurry to sell the house.

Considering her previous strange behavior, Jiang Rourou had a bold guess: Could it be that she was going to run away?
The next day, Nanwu received a call from the real estate agent, saying that a client had taken a liking to her house and wanted to discuss the price with her in person.

Nan Wu had expected things to be quick, but not this quick. She immediately went to the location designated by the other party, Qingfeng Bookstore.

Upon entering, staff dressed in traditional Chinese clothing led Nanwu upstairs. The entire study was decorated with pure wood, and even the air was filled with the natural fragrance of wood.

The muffled sound of high heels on the wooden floor didn't feel noisy or disruptive; instead, it created a unique sense of harmony with the surrounding atmosphere.

After going around several turns on the third floor, Nan Wu was led into a room.

The lighting here is even dimmer than outside. Apart from the floor-to-ceiling window, every wall space is lined with bookshelves that reach the ceiling, neatly displaying all kinds of books.

The fishing lamp next to the table and the wall clock look quite old; this medieval Western retro style of decoration is rather interesting.

Nanwu was dazzled, but luckily she had seen a lot of the world.

"Excuse me, who are you...?"

She spoke to the man sitting with his back turned.

With a "beep" sound, the smart rocking chair slowly turned around.

Nan Wu was startled by the man in front of her.

The other person has mixed-race features, with black hair and blue eyes, deep-set eyes, and a gentle temperament. They are a typical male with feminine features, more rugged and less effeminate.

Hello, Miss Nan!

(End of this chapter)