The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Shen Xiaoming was stunned.

He looked at the hand in front of him—

They were used to holding power and wealth.

Looking at Jiang Hexuan's face again, there was no scrutiny or probing in his eyes, only an almost eager... approval?

He thought he was seeing things for a moment.

Who in Beijing's business community doesn't know Jiang Hexuan?

This titan of a figure can shake the commercial landscape of half the city with a mere stomp of his foot.

Why would someone like that reach out to someone as insignificant as myself, and even say "I've heard so much about you" twice?

Shen Xiaoming hesitated for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and reached out to grasp that hand.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

The next second, the faces of those who had just been arguing with Shen Xiaocun changed instantly.

Who is Jiang Hexuan?

In all these years, when have I ever seen him be so warm and friendly with anyone?

This Shen Xiaoming must have some extraordinary abilities or background to catch President Jiang's eye!

Just moments ago, the "Zhang" who had been righteously and sternly denouncing Shen Xiaocun felt his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Those who had been swayed by Shen Xiaocun's words and pointed fingers at Shen Xiaoming all gasped in shock, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Jiang Hexuan held Shen Xiaoming's hand and did not let go.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze behind his silver-rimmed glasses sweeping casually over the crowd.

His gaze was not sharp; in fact, it could be described as gentle.

But it was precisely this nonchalant calm that made the hairs on the back of everyone's necks stand on end.

His gaze finally settled on Shen Xiaocun.

Just one glance.

Shen Xiaocun felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He felt that gaze was like a thin blade tempered with ice, slowly slicing open his chest and exposing his dark and filthy thoughts to the light of day.

The face that had been flushed just moments before was now completely drained of color, as pale as a sheet of paper that had been soaked in water.

My legs went weak.

He instinctively tried to grab the table next to him, but his fingertips only futilely brushed against the cold tablecloth before he slumped down limply.

If someone hadn't instinctively steadied him from behind, he would have almost sat on the ground in public, looking as pathetic as a stray dog.

He knew he was completely finished.

He'll never be able to turn his life around.

He had a well-thought-out plan: to frame Shen Xiaoming, step on his cousin's back, and gain the sympathy of the self-proclaimed "righteous" onlookers so that he could find a way to make money.

He had calculated human nature and public opinion perfectly, but he had overlooked the formidable Jiang Hexuan.

In the entire capital city, who dares to be Jiang Hexuan's enemy?

Who would dare say a bad word about someone this great master was willing to associate with?

Shen Xiaocun stared intently at Shen Xiaoming, who was calm and composed not far away. His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with jealousy and resentment.

His cousin first climbed the social ladder by marrying the Lin family's daughter, thus gaining the Lin family as an unbreakable backer.

Now, he has caught Jiang Hexuan's eye and become a distinguished guest whom this business magnate personally shook hands with and befriended!

This luck... this luck is insane!

Resentment clung to his heart like a poisonous vine, suffocating him.

But no matter how much resentment one feels, in the face of absolute power, it is nothing more than a laughable one-man show.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to save face, but his throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and he could only utter a few hoarse breaths.

Just then, the banquet emcee stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said in an extremely respectful tone, "President Jiang, the banquet has officially begun. Please take your seat."

Jiang Hexuan nodded slightly and instructed the staff member beside him:

"As far as I know, this Mr. Shen Xiaocun is of questionable character and is adept at distorting the truth. Such a corrupt person shouldn't stay here and spoil everyone's enjoyment. Please leave."

"yes!"

The staff member immediately obeyed, quickly walked to Shen Xiaocun's side, whose face was ashen, and sternly and mercilessly ordered him to leave:

"Mr. Shen, please."

Shen Xiaocun's face was deathly pale, and he was half-dragged and half-carried out of the banquet hall like a stray dog.

With the farce over, the banquet officially began.

The guests took their seats, but this time, everyone's expression became extremely subtle.

Not only did President Jiang publicly kick Shen Xiaocun out, but he also personally arranged for Shen Xiaoming to sit next to him at the head table!

Now, everyone in the room finally understood that Mr. Shen Xiaoming had indeed caught President Jiang's eye.

During the meal, Jiang Hexuan keenly noticed the fleeting look of doubt in Shen Xiaoming's eyes.

He picked up his glass, took a sip, and immediately understood:

That kid Ador definitely didn't reveal his true identity to his future father-in-law.

Jiang Hexuan cursed inwardly, but couldn't help feeling a bit smug—that kid was pretty cunning.

but……

Jiang Hexuan picked up his wine glass and, while taking a sip, glanced at Shen Xiaoming again without making a sound.

He has a good eye for people.

Having navigated the ups and downs of the business world for decades and seen countless people, I can tell at a glance whether someone is a dragon or a worm.

This future father-in-law had clear, bright eyes, and was neither arrogant nor humble, but polite and respectful.

He was splashed with dirty water in public, but instead of becoming hysterical or running away, he chose to confront the attack head-on.

He sat at the head table, showing no trace of flattery, nor any eagerness to curry favor with the powerful.

Such a person is inherently proud and has a strong backbone.

Jiang Hexuan put down his wine cup, feeling increasingly satisfied with the marriage.

He had someone investigate him privately.

Shen Xiaoming had no elders to support him, no background to rely on, and started from scratch. It is truly remarkable that he has come this far.

In business, besides exceptional abilities, the most important things are luck and connections.

Since they'd be family sooner or later, he naturally wouldn't mind acting as an escalator, using the Jiang family's resources and connections to give Shen Xiaoming a boost and help him rise rapidly in Beijing's world of fame and fortune...

Summer vacation starts in a week.

After dinner, Shen Ci said goodbye to Jiang Duo as usual and prepared to return to her dormitory to continue studying.

She had just stood up when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"What's wrong?" she asked, turning around.

Jiang Duo was still sitting in his chair, his deep gaze fixed on her.

"Come to my place tonight."

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, a big question mark appearing in her mind.

Aside from the first time she was tricked into staying overnight by him under the pretext of "school curfew," and later when she stayed at his place for a few days to recover from an injury, she would only go there occasionally in her free time and would never stay overnight.

"You still need to review your lessons tonight," Jiang Duo said, holding her hand tightly and gently rubbing her wrist with his thumb.

"With other people coming and going in the dorm, making phone calls, or washing up, it's definitely not as quiet as my place."

He lowered his voice further, with a hint of coaxing: "Don't worry, I promise I won't disturb your studies."

Shen Ci looked at him.

Having spent so much time together, how could Shen Ci not understand the "little thoughts" hidden deep within this man's heart?

She lowered her head, her clear gaze meeting his without flinching, and asked directly, "Jiang Duo, do you want me to live with you?"

Jiang Duo neither avoided her gaze nor denied it.

He tightened his grip on her hand, his fingertips tracing her pulse, his gaze open and intense, undisguised:

"Yes, I want to."

I really want to.