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Chapter 96 The Seed in My Heart Sprouts

After finishing their business, the two chatted for a while over the phone about old times at Handong University.

Senior Qi briefly mentioned the recent situations of several senior students, and then hurriedly ended the call due to busy work.

The office fell silent the moment the phone screen went dark.

Han Tao leaned back in his office chair, closed his eyes, and sorted through all the intelligence he had just received.

The Jiang Group clearly understood that Jiang Haokun was probing their weaknesses.

The people behind those few speculative investors who suffered losses were deliberately seeking revenge.

However, with the warning from their seniors, they should be able to calm down in the short term and are not a cause for concern.

Of course, even without the senior's side, he wouldn't be afraid if he really faced him. Did he really think that the Magic University behind him was made of clay?

Finally, there's the routine background check by relevant departments. As long as you maintain a positive stance, act in accordance with regulations, have a clear conscience, and have the system to back you up, you can simply cooperate with the observation.

Only that mysterious force hidden deep in the mist, with its unclear intentions, is like a sharp knife hanging over our heads, posing a potential threat at all times.

He reached out and picked up the stack of accident report copies, his fingertips lightly rubbing the edges of the papers as his gaze fell on the time of the incident, the driving route, and the on-site investigation records marked in the reports.

What seemed like an unerring accident back then is now enough to prove that the original owner's guess was correct.

That car accident was definitely not as simple as it was made public; there was a malicious scheme behind it.

Ding! The passive buff "Public Opinion Immunity" has been activated simultaneously. Any subsequent attempts by any force to spread defamatory statements against the host online will be automatically restricted, preventing a large-scale public opinion attack.

A system notification sounded in his mind. Han Tao opened his eyes and carefully put away the filing documents.

Then he rubbed his temples, got up and walked to the window for some fresh air, his gaze naturally looking down at the building below.

The moment my gaze fell upon it, a clean and elegant white BMW sedan glided slowly into position, its tires making a slight rubbing sound as they rolled over the asphalt road.

The passenger door opened first, and Jiang Nansun stepped out.

She wore a simple, crisp off-white cotton-linen shirt on top and a chestnut-colored flowing midi skirt on the bottom, with a few strands of her shoulder-length hair gently tousled by the breeze.

Her elegant and refined demeanor is particularly eye-catching, and students passing by after class subconsciously slow down and can't help but glance at her.

Immediately afterward, the driver's side door opened, Zhang Anren straightened the collar of his gray shirt, quickly walked around to Jiang Nansun's side, and put on a perfectly appropriate ingratiating smile.

  

He glanced at the people walking away and said in a deliberately gentle tone, "Nan Sun, this morning you were so busy helping Suo Suo choose her work attire that you almost forgot about us."

I'll be visiting my aunt and uncle in two days. Since I have no classes tomorrow, let's go to the mall and pick out some gifts to bring. It's always good to be considerate.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nansun's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip on the canvas bag strap.

A look of obvious embarrassment appeared on her face, and she said with a hint of helplessness, "Let's forget it. You saw what happened when we went to Aunt's last time."

My dad has always been cold towards you, and I don't want you to suffer if you go.

She resisted Zhang Anren coming home with her from the bottom of her heart, because she knew her father's arrogant and utilitarian nature.

Originally, Grandma had specially invited Han Tao to the dinner party this Friday, but Father made a last-minute phone call and insisted that Zhang Anren also come. Jiang Nansun knew exactly what Father was planning.

Her mother had privately informed her beforehand that her father wanted to use the dinner party to get Zhang Anren to sell his house and invest in stocks. This was something Jiang Nansun could not accept under any circumstances.

Therefore, she couldn't bear to see the proud Zhang Anren humble himself and carefully smile in front of his father.

Zhang Anren gently patted the back of her hand, his face displaying a confident expression, and reassured her softly, "It's alright, just relax. Precisely because he is your father, I need to show even more sincerity, and sooner or later I will be able to get him to put aside his prejudices and accept me."

In his life plan, holding onto Jiang Nansun was equivalent to grasping the key to establishing himself in the upper echelons of Shanghai.

Therefore, he was confident that with his meticulous way of handling things and his gentle and humble attitude, he would be able to win over Jiang Nansun's father and gain the approval of the elders over time, thus clearing the obstacles for their marriage.

"Zhang Anren, dating is a matter between the two of us."

Jiang Nansun looked up at him and said, "You don't need to go to great lengths to please my family. It's enough that I genuinely approve of you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Anren sighed softly, his gaze sweeping over the imposing teaching buildings on campus. His tone carried an undisguised hint of humility: "Nan Sun, since Uncle has invited us, it wouldn't be right for me not to go; it would seem very impolite."

I'm not afraid of feeling wronged. I'm doing all this simply because I genuinely want to fully integrate into your life.

You were raised as the pampered little princess of the Jiang family, so it's only natural that your elders would put forward some tests and demands on you.

When discussing the differences in their backgrounds, Zhang Anren's deep-seated inferiority complex quietly surfaced.

He grew up in a small county town, with no family background or connections, so it was not easy for him to gain a foothold in a prestigious university in the bustling metropolis of Shanghai.

To secure a teaching position at the university, one must meticulously craft a perfect persona, flawless in every aspect.

He was always humble and yielding in his dealings with others, never argued with anyone, and was always obedient and accommodating to Jiang Nansun.

Even so, through years of saving and hard work, he has already bought a property of his own on the outer ring of Shanghai.

The scars of his impoverished upbringing were still etched into his bones, and every time he looked at Jiang Nansun, his eyes would unconsciously fill with envy.

"Sigh, all that glamorous and respectable facade is just for show. Only those who are actually living it know whether they are truly happy or not."

Jiang Nansun gently shook his head, a faint sense of melancholy spreading through his voice.

The thought of her family of origin filled her with a profound sense of helplessness.

Grandma's deep-rooted preference for sons meant she never showed her any favoritism from childhood to adulthood.

My father was also obsessed with stock speculation, betting the family's stable life on the uncertain ups and downs of the stock market.

He lived in a fantasy of getting rich overnight. His family seemed to have no worries about food and clothing and lived a respectable life, but in fact, his family was already riddled with problems and lacked even the warmth and affection of an ordinary family.

"The reason you think this way is because you have had a stable and smooth life since birth, so you have never cherished it."

Zhang Anren gazed at the layered canopies of sycamore trees in the distance, his tone thoughtful, and he couldn't help but secretly compare them to his own bumpy upbringing.

"I disagree with your view. Happiness is never a privilege we are born with, and dignity is not a yardstick for measuring life."

Jiang Nansun looked up at the clear sky in the distance and said softly, "Right now, I only want to grasp my own happiness first. As for the dignity in the eyes of others, it has always been secondary."

As soon as she finished speaking, the question Han Tao had casually posed during their earlier conversation flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but repeatedly ask herself the same question:

Is her intense affection for Zhang Anren a genuine expression of love, or simply because Zhang Anren's gentle and considerate persona fills the void in her heart?

Or perhaps, as Grandma said, she fulfilled all of Zhang Anren's fantasies of wanting to join the upper echelons of Shanghai and have a respectable partner. She was beautiful, came from a wealthy family, and never looked down on his poor background.

Zhang Anren's gentle, obedient, and emotionally stable nature became her outlet for resisting her domineering father and breaking free from family constraints.

A seemingly perfect relationship, once the beauty filter is peeled away, reveals a lot of compromises and compromises that even she herself couldn't see through.

Han Tao, standing by the window, witnessed the entire scene of the two people talking downstairs.

Jiang Nansun's inner turmoil and clarity at this moment is precisely the beginning of her breaking free from the shackles of her distorted values ​​and completing her self-transformation into an independent individual.