He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

As night deepened, Jianghai City was enveloped in neon lights.

28th floor of Building A, Tomson Riviera.

Without Su Xiaoruan, that chattering little sparrow, the house suddenly became much quieter.

Jiang Che sat on the sofa in the living room, his phone constantly bombarded with WeChat messages from Su Xiaoruan:

"Brother! The school cafeteria food is awful! I want to eat your braised pork!"

"That vocal coach was so mean! He said my voice sounded like a duck's quack! I'm so angry!"

"Waaaaah, I want to go home..."

Jiang Che smiled and replied, "Study hard," then glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's 11:30.

Shen Qingge hasn't returned yet.

She would usually be home by now. And tonight she hasn't even called or replied to my WeChat messages.

"Something happened?"

Jiang Che frowned.

He keenly sensed something was amiss. Considering Shen Qingge's constantly furrowed brow and frequent meetings these past few days, it seemed the trouble the Shen Group was facing was more serious than he had imagined.

Just then, the sound of the fingerprint lock unlocking came from the doorway.

The door opened.

Shen Qingge walked in.

But her condition today can only be described as "disheveled".

Her hair was somewhat disheveled, and the dark circles under her eyes were undeniable. Her once-sharp haute couture suit now looked wrinkled. Most importantly, her eyes—the usual arrogant light had been extinguished, replaced by a deep weariness and helplessness.

She didn't even change her shoes. She threw the Hermes bag in the entryway, walked barefoot to the sofa, and collapsed straight down like a soulless puppet.

"Qingge?"

Jiang Che put down his phone, walked over, and reached out to feel her forehead. "Where does it hurt?"

"Not sick."

Shen Qingge buried her face in the cushion, her voice muffled and slightly hoarse:

"It's just tiring."

I'm mentally exhausted.

Jiang Che didn't ask any further questions and turned to go to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, he brought out a steaming bowl of sweet fermented rice balls with a poached egg inside.

"Eat something first."

Jiang Che helped her up and held the spoon to her lips.

Shen Qingge mechanically opened her mouth and took a bite. The sweet and glutinous taste melted in her mouth, but it couldn't dispel the bitterness in her heart.

Jiang Che.

Shen Qingge suddenly spoke, her eyes fixed on the crystal chandelier on the ceiling:

"The Shen family... may be in big trouble."

"Hmm?" Jiang Che said calmly. "Tell me about it."

Shen Qingge gave a bitter smile. In the past, she would never have discussed business with a stay-at-home husband who wrote novels. But today, she was just too frustrated and desperately needed to confide in someone, even if the other person couldn't understand.

"It's the Zhao family."

Shen Qingge said through gritted teeth, "The Zhao Group has always wanted to take over our 'Qingyun Project' in the new district. This afternoon, they joined forces with the three raw material suppliers who were originally cooperating with us and suddenly breached their contracts, cutting off our supply chain."

"Now that construction has stopped, banks are also withdrawing loans after hearing the news. If we can't find new suppliers and funds to fill the gap within three days, the cash flow will break."

"At that time, the penalty for breach of contract will be enough to bankrupt the Shen family."

At this point, Shen Qingge's eyes reddened.

This is the biggest crisis she has faced since taking over the group. It's not just about money; it's a trap set by those old foxes to force her, the young female CEO, to step down.

"Raw materials?"

Jiang Che seemed to understand something. "There are so many suppliers on the market, why not just switch to another one?"

"It's no use." Shen Qingge shook her head. "The Zhao family has declared that anyone who dares to supply goods to the Shen family is going against them. In Jianghai City, not many people dare to offend the local tyrant Zhao family for my sake."

"This is a dead end."

Shen Qingge closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek.

"Jiang Che, if I go bankrupt... this house might have to be auctioned off. At that point, I'll really have to rely on you writing novels to support me."

Although she was joking, the despair in her tone was genuine.

Jiang Che looked at her vulnerable appearance, his eyes gradually becoming deep.

The Zhao family?

That nouveau riche who made his fortune in earthwork and building materials, and who has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds?

【Ding! 】

[Detection indicates the host's wife is facing a commercial attack.]

[Side quest triggered: The Tycoon's Protective Stance.]

[Mission Objective: Resolve the Shen Group's supply chain crisis and humiliate the Zhao Group.]

[System Assistance: [Basic Business Insight] is now automatically activated.]

Jiang Che's gaze suddenly changed.

He looked at the pile of documents Shen Qingge had brought back on the coffee table. What were originally dense text and data now appeared to him as clear lines and red markers.

That's a flaw in the business logic, but also the key to breaking the deadlock.

"Let me see the documents," Jiang Che suddenly said.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Qingge was taken aback. "Those are all contracts and financial statements. Can you even understand them?"

"Give it a try. Even writing a novel requires research."

Jiang Che took the document without giving a chance to explain and began to read it.

Shen Qingge didn't have much hope; she just leaned wearily on Jiang Che's shoulder, using him as a human cushion.

however.

One minute later.

Jiang Che's finger stopped on a chart showing the equity structure of Zhao's Group's subsidiaries.

In the eyes of [Business Insight], this company called "Hongda Building Materials," although ostensibly a staunch supporter of the Zhao family, has a red exclamation mark floating above its name:

[Note: Wang Qiang, the actual controller of Hongda Building Materials, has incurred huge high-interest debts due to gambling in Macau and urgently needs cash flow. Furthermore, he is extremely dissatisfied with the Zhao family's long-term suppression of acquisition prices. Loyalty rating: 10%.]

It turned out to be the case.

Fortresses are often breached from within.

"Qingge".

Jiang Che closed the file, his voice steady and strong:

"You just said that no one dares to supply you because they're afraid of the Zhao family?"

"right."

"What if it were Zhao's own dog, and it turned around and bit him?"

Shen Qingge sat up abruptly, looking completely bewildered: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Che pointed to "Hongda Building Materials" on the document:

"This company is one of the Zhao family's largest raw material suppliers, accounting for 30% of the Zhao family's supply chain."

"If I told you that the boss of this company, Wang Qiang, urgently needs 300 million yuan in cash to save his life, he would even sell his own father, let alone the Zhao family, as long as the money is there."

"How did you know?" Shen Qingge's eyes widened. This was a trade secret, and even her corporate spies hadn't been able to find out.

"Never mind how I know."

Jiang Che smiled mysteriously, "How much money do you still have in your account?"

"About... fifty million." Shen Qingge was a little embarrassed. For a large group, this amount of cash flow was simply a drop in the bucket.

"not enough."

Jiang Che shook his head and took out a black bank card from his pocket—it was the 2000 million reward the system had just given him, plus what he had left over, and the "secret stash" he was planning to use.

He slammed the card on the table.

"There are 30 million here."

"Add your 50 million, and the total 80 million as a deposit will be enough to pry Wang Qiang's mouth open."

Shen Qingge stared at the black card, completely dumbfounded.

"Thirty...thirty million?!"

She looked at Jiang Che in disbelief, "You...where did you get so much money? Didn't you say you only earn two or three thousand a month writing novels?!"

"Oh, that book has become a huge hit recently, and the rights have been sold."

Jiang Che still used the same foolproof excuse, without batting an eye:

"I originally wanted to surprise you with this money, saving it to buy a yacht. Now it seems I can only use it for this emergency."

"Jiang Che..."

Shen Qingge looked at the card, then at the shrewd and calculating man in front of her.

If Jiang Che's ability to play the piano and fight surprised her before, then now, his casually taking out 30 million and pinpointing the key to breaking the deadlock is what truly shocked her.

This is hardly the behavior of a stay-at-home husband.

This is clearly a shrewd and cunning financial tycoon!

"But... even if Wang Qiang is short of money, he wouldn't dare to openly betray the Zhao family." Shen Qingge was still somewhat worried.

"Who said it was overt?"

Jiang Che's lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"We won't buy his goods."

"We're buying his... debt."

"Use this 80 million to acquire his high-interest loan that's about to default. Then he'll be your debtor. He'll either have to pay off the debt with goods or go to jail."

"What do you think he will choose?"

boom--!

Shen Qingge felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her mind.

That move... was too ruthless! It was absolutely brilliant!

Not only did they bypass the Zhao family's blockade, but they also gained a direct advantage over the enemy and were able to obtain raw materials at extremely low prices!

Could someone who writes online novels really come up with such sophisticated capital operation methods?!

Shen Qingge looked at Jiang Che, and her expression completely changed.

It was admiration, it was amazement, and it was also a deep infatuation.

"husband……"

Shen Qingge suddenly lunged forward, hugged Jiang Che's neck, and excitedly kissed him hard on the cheek:

"You're practically Zhuge Liang reincarnated! You're a genius!"

"I'll call the legal department right now! We'll get it done tonight!"

Like a warrior fully recharged, she picked up her phone and got to work.

"What's the rush?"

Jiang Che grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms:

"There's still time to get things done tomorrow."

"Now……"

Jiang Che glanced at the clock on the wall, then at Shen Qingge in his arms, whose face was flushed with excitement. His gaze hardened.

"Su Xiaoruan is not home."

"I gave you such a great idea, and I even risked everything I had."

"Mr. Shen, shouldn't we offer some interest?"

Shen Qingge was stunned for a moment, then sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Jiang Che.

Her face flushed, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she reached out and gently traced circles on Jiang Che's chest with her fingertips, her voice becoming alluring and seductive:

"So... what interest rate do you want?"

"I think..."

Jiang Che bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her towards the master bedroom:

"It seems like the aromatherapy massage I had last time wasn't finished yet."

"Let's continue tonight."

"Ugh...you bad guy..."

This time.

Su Xiaoruan was no longer eavesdropping.

No more worries about work.

Only two hearts tightly bound together, and one night of bliss.