Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

When Li Yitong finally finished washing up, he walked out of the bathroom, his legs aching, wearing the dried shirt.

Jiang Yan was already dressed and was casually leaning back on the sofa.

He was holding a phone in one hand and a tablet in the other, seemingly looking at some information.

The sunlight shone on his profile, making him appear as cold and aloof as a stone.

She was about to walk over and pour him a glass of warm water.

Just then, the screen of Jiang Yan's phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly lit up.

With a very brief vibration, a video call request popped up.

Li Yitong's gaze unconsciously swept over the lit screen.

With just one glance, she froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place!

The name that popped up on the screen was very simple, just two words: "Mom".

This should have been an ordinary note.

But! Below this nickname, next to that WeChat profile picture that looks very powerful and is dressed in a business suit.

A line of small gray signature was prominently displayed—

[Dingsheng Capital · Lin Wantang]

Buzz.

Li Yitong felt as if something had struck him hard in the head, leaving him completely blank for half a second.

Dingsheng Capital.

She knew those four words all too well.

How could she possibly forget those four words?

Last night, when she came out of that hellish private room, her agent, Sister Xu, practically yelled at her on the phone—

The people from Dingsheng Capital made the call themselves, and the entire investor was forced to kneel down and clean up the mess.

"Just now, Secretary Zhang from Dingsheng Capital personally called the group... not only to cancel the cooperation, but also to thoroughly investigate the accounts!"

"Even the powerful and influential Chairman Li in Beijing was so frightened that he made Ma Yue kneel down and beg for mercy overnight!"

At the time, she only knew that Jiang Yan had a terrifying background, but she didn't know where that terror came from.

Now she knows.

The answer was right in front of her.

The mother of this 18-year-old boy is actually the head of Dingsheng Capital.

That's no ordinary tycoon.

He's someone who can manipulate the investment and financial world with a flick of his wrist, and whose words can make the entertainment industry's capital tremble.

Too many film and television companies have been acquired by Dingsheng Capital.

Li Yitong's hand, which was holding the towel, began to tremble uncontrollably.

At that moment, she finally understood just how terrifying Jiang Yan's background was.

She originally thought Jiang Yan was a super-rich second-generation heir with tens or hundreds of billions of assets, which was already the limit of what she could imagine.

But the reality is that behind him stands a top-tier state-owned conglomerate that truly sets the rules of the game and regards countless so-called "capital tycoons" as ants!

No wonder he didn't even ask who the person was when he kicked down the door last night.

What stands behind him is something that cannot be described by the word "rich".

That's practically the rule itself.

"mom."

Just as a monstrous wave was surging in Li Yi's mind.

Jiang Yan had already picked up his phone and pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the video call, a few short and efficient questions seemed to come through.

Jiang Yan leaned back on the sofa and replied casually, "Yeah, yeah... I stayed here last night."

"I'm going back to the old house today to pack some things. The day after tomorrow, I'll head straight to Beijing to see Grandpa."

After giving a few more instructions over the phone, Jiang Yan hung up the video call.

The call lasted less than a minute.

But in that one minute, Li Yitong felt as if he had experienced a great storm.

This was not an ordinary call.

This is how top-tier capital speaks on a daily basis.

Jiang Yan tossed his phone back onto the coffee table and looked up at her.

"You saw it?"

Li Yitong suddenly snapped back to reality and almost instinctively lowered his head.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to look..."

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Yan interrupted her.

He got up and walked over, his tall figure casting a heavy sense of oppression in the morning light.

"I didn't intend to hide it from you, but I'm too lazy to flaunt my family background to everyone I meet. That's something only nouveau riche do."

Jiang Yan looked down at her and said, "Just follow my instructions."

It doesn't matter to you who I am.

"The important thing is that you need to know that I can make you walk sideways, and I can also wipe out everything you have right now in an instant."

"Understand?"

Li Yitong nodded, his voice soft but steady.

"I understand."

She realized that her attempt to understand Jiang Yan's background was itself a presumption.

What she had to do was to grow desperately and prove her worth under the shade of this man who was willing to shelter her.

Just then, the club's personal butler rang the doorbell and brought in the breakfast that Jiang Yan had instructed the kitchen to prepare.

The two sat facing each other.

Although Li Yitong was holding a knife and fork, his thoughts were clearly still immersed in the shock he had just experienced.

Jiang Yan cut a piece of Wagyu beef, ate it slowly and deliberately, and then wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Two things." He leaned back in his chair and cut straight to the point.

"First, I need to go to the capital in the next two days to handle some family matters."

"I won't have time to see you for the next two weeks or so. Just focus on finishing your filming in Shijiazhuang."

Upon hearing that Jiang Yan was leaving, Li Yitong felt a strong sense of loss for no apparent reason.

But she didn't dare show it, and just nodded obediently.

"Second." Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I'll have someone keep an eye on your film crew's movements."

"If the director, or any subsequent producer, attempts to overstep the boundaries again."

Jiang Yan's tone instantly turned cold: "You don't need to suffer any more grievances or put on a smiling face."

"Just slap him and leave; someone will clean up the mess for you."

"Don't embarrass me!"

Li Yitong's fingers trembled slightly.

This statement is not gentle.

It even carried Jiang Yan's usual domineering and commanding manner.

But to her ears, it was more comforting than any other words of solace.

What she feared most on set in the past was having to smile and apologize to others even when she was wronged.

Because she had no background, no voice, and no leverage to make others wary.

But now Jiang Yan is telling her that she doesn't need to endure it.

Someone will bail her out.

This is not a lighthearted promise, but rather the real confidence stemming from the massive mountain behind Dingsheng Capital.

Li Yitong put down his knife and fork, took a deep breath, and spoke softly but earnestly.

"I won't be like that anymore."

Jiang Yan nodded slightly, and then brought up the third matter.

"Third, I'm going to find you a faster route."

Li Yitong was slightly taken aback.

Jiang Yan picked up his phone and casually pulled out a briefing on entertainment industry projects that Zhang Huilin had compiled the night before.

"Today is May 3, 2016."

"There's a movie called 'Love O2O,' which is currently in the reshoot stage."