The Heiress's Game

When the news of Gu Mingcheng's withdrawal of investment reached He Daheng's ears, he was brewing a pot of aged Pu'er tea in his private tea room on the top floor of the Daheng Group.

After the secretary finished reporting at the door, she cautiously observed his expression—7.3 billion, withdrawn just like that, given by the old man of the Gu family himself, leaving Gu Mingcheng no room for negotiation.

He Daheng paused for a moment while holding the purple clay teapot, then slowly poured the tea into the fairness cup. The amber-colored tea soup had a layer of oily sheen on the cup wall.

"What a pity." That was all he said.

After the secretary left, He Daheng leaned back in his rosewood armchair, slowly turning the sandalwood bracelet in his hand, his mind already racing.

The 7.3 billion hole was certainly painful, but what pained him even more was the Gu family connection—how much effort he had put into persuading Gu Mingcheng in the Zhaoyang Association. That young man was arrogant and couldn't resist flattery; after a few compliments, he lost his bearings.

As a result, when Lao Tzu intervened, the cooked duck flew away without warning.

Gu Zhenxing, that old fox, is indeed no pushover.

But He Daheng's greatest strength is that he never puts all his eggs in one basket.

He took a sip of tea and suddenly remembered a piece of news he had heard at the Zhaoyang Club a few days ago—Gu Zhenxing was planning to arrange a marriage between his second daughter and the second son of the Pei family.

Gu Yunjin had just returned from abroad. Almost no one in the industry had mentioned her name before, but since she was Gu Zhenxing's daughter, she was a ready-made key.

He put down the teapot, picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, found his youngest son's number, and dialed it.

He Jiawei was drinking at a friend's newly opened bar when he received a call from his father. The music was so loud it hurt his ears, so he covered his phone and ran to the back alley to hear what his father was saying.

"A marriage alliance?" "The second young lady of the Gu family?" "Dad, are you drunk?"—He asked three questions in a row, each one half an octave higher than the previous one.

He had encountered Gu Mingcheng several times in the Zhaoyang Society, and each time he was thoroughly outmatched by Gu Mingcheng.

Saying things like, "Look, your project's rate of return is wrong," or "Young people should read more books."

—He's fed up with Gu Mingcheng, and now he wants to marry his sister? Isn't he just asking for trouble?

"I won't do it. You go talk to your older brother, stop targeting me alone."

He Jiawei squatted on the steps of the back alley of the bar, tugged at his collar, and said with obvious impatience.

He Daheng wasn't in a hurry. He simply said slowly, "I sent you a photo. Take a look first."

He Jiawei minimized the call interface and opened the chat box.

The photo was taken at a dinner party, and the angle looks like a candid shot—a girl in a pearl white dress stands sideways in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of juice in her hand, with the night view outside the window spreading out as a dazzling sea of ​​light behind her.

The light outlined her profile with a clean and sharp contour, and there was an indescribable aloofness between her brows and eyes. It wasn't the delicate kind of beauty, but the kind that made people afraid to speak casually after just one glance.

He Jiawei stared at the photo for a long time.

"Dad," he said, putting the phone back to his ear, his voice completely different from before.

"I think the idea of ​​a marriage alliance is something that can be considered."

Could you arrange when we can meet?

He Daheng chuckled on the other end of the phone, a chuckle that carried a knowing tone of "I knew you'd say that."

He hung up the phone, picked up the purple clay teapot and poured himself another cup of tea, already planning his next move—Gu Yunjin's marriage to the Pei family hadn't been officially finalized yet, so there was still a chance.

He had no personal grudge against Pei Xinzhi, but in the business world, there's no such thing as first come, first served; it's all about who offers the highest price and who acts the fastest.

His son is good-looking and has a sweet tongue; he's good at charming girls.

More importantly, getting in touch with Gu Yunjin would be like prying open a crack in the impenetrable wall of the Gu family.

He took a sip of tea, fiddled with the agarwood bracelet in his hand, and began to mentally plan a timetable for proposing marriage.