They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Xia Yutong continued, "Has she mentioned her family situation to you? Like her mother or anything like that?"

"Her mother? I've mentioned her a few times. She said her mother loves to arrange blind dates for her, introducing one every few days."

"Meng is so annoyed, but she can't directly refuse her mom. What's wrong? Has her mom introduced her to another new guy?"

"Didn't you know that her mother went to Xingyue Media on her own?" Xia Yutong asked.

"Holy crap! Really? My mom is doing it herself! That's not fair!" Xiao Xiao exclaimed in shock.

"Sister Meng isn't being honest! We agreed to have a nice chat with our best friends, why are you hiding things from each other?"

"She probably doesn't even know it herself."

……

On the other side, Jiang Han arranged for Qiu Siyao to select suitable properties according to the previously established investment plan.

At this juncture, purchasing fixed assets is a sure-fire way to make money.

Although the real estate market may trap many people in the future, Jianghan understands market trends and there shouldn't be much of a problem.

"Honey, over here."

Longhua Hongshan, sales office.

Qiu Siyao wore a navy blue suit skirt, her hair was up, and she wore light makeup.

She sat on the sofa in the signing room, with a stack of floor plans and purchase agreements spread out in front of her.

The sales manager was a balding middle-aged man surnamed Huang. He spoke with a Cantonese accent, spoke very quickly, but his attitude was so attentive that it was almost humble.

He had never seen anything like it before. A young couple walked into the sales office, and the woman got straight to the point, saying she wanted 10 units.

The man sat next to me, drinking tea and looking at his phone, barely saying a word the whole time.

Occasionally, I'd look up and ask a question about the floor area ratio, then look down again and continue looking at my work.

Qiu Siyao spread out the building layout map and circled three buildings with a pen.

"There are 3 north-south facing units in Buildings C and D, and 4 units in Building C. We don't want the units on the first floor, the top floor, or the ones next to the elevator shaft."

"Ms. Qiu, the best floors in Building C are already reserved. Would you like to try another one..."

"Manager Huang." Qiu Siyao put down her pen and looked up at him.

"You told me on the phone yesterday that I could choose the floor first, so I recommended these apartments to our General Manager Jiang."

"You're telling me now that someone has made a reservation? What about your promise from yesterday?"

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Manager Huang's forehead.

Qiu Siyao didn't raise her voice, nor did she even frown. She simply looked at him quietly, waiting for an answer.

This silence is more oppressive than banging on the table.

The sales manager flipped through the property list in his hand, then looked at the man next to him who hadn't participated in the negotiations from beginning to end, but whose aura clearly overwhelmed everyone else.

"I'll talk to the customers who made the reservations before and try to make room for you."

Just as Manager Huang was getting the subscription agreement stamped, Jiang Han suddenly spoke up.

"Siyao, you've never done sales before, have you?"

"No." Qiu Siyao rearranged the floor plan according to the building number without looking up.

"But I've seen too many salespeople play tricks on contracts. When banks approve loans, the biggest headache is when customers are tricked into signing unfair terms by salespeople."

She stacked the contracts she had checked in order, folding the corners of the key clauses on each one.

"The contract has been thoroughly checked. There are no hidden additional clauses, no forced bundling of renovations, and all five required certificates are in order."

"The price per unit has been reduced to 22,000, which is 9% lower than the advertised lowest discount price. If we lower it any further, he'll be crying."

Jiang Han put down his teacup, took the pen, and signed his name in the signature column of each of the 10 subscription agreements.

Each stroke was crisp and clean, without any pause.

Qiu Siyao stood beside him watching him sign the papers, and the things she had been holding back all day finally couldn't be suppressed anymore.

10 apartments.

She participated in every step, from screening properties to visiting them in person, from comparing and analyzing to negotiating prices, and finally reviewing the contracts.

But it wasn't until the pen tip touched the paper that she truly felt an indescribable sense of loss.

All the work she does is meticulous and impeccable.

But Jiang Han proved one thing with just a few signatures:

All her efforts combined amounted to nothing more than a few signatures to him.

This isn't Jiang Han's problem; he didn't even do anything.

He simply signed his name, as naturally as buying a bottle of water at a convenience store.

The sense of loss was something Qiu Siyao created for herself.

She always thought she could help him professionally, and she did.

But the result of helping her was that she realized the distance between them wasn't about ability, but about social class.

This discovery made her feel both reassured and unwilling to accept the situation.

She was grounded because she hadn't misjudged the person.

She felt resentful because she didn't know what else she could give him besides these things.

Qiu Siyao took a deep breath, suppressing her resentment.

Then turn to the next contract and continue folding the corners.

It was nearly evening when I came out of the sales office.

The dim sunlight slanted across the concrete surface of the parking lot, casting long shadows of the two people.

Jiang Han casually tossed the house purchase contract into the trunk of his car.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Jiang Han's voice pulled Qiu Siyao out of her daze, and she opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Honey, aren't we going home?"

"Since we've come out for a while, let's go shopping at the mall."

"What should I buy?"

"Buy a bag."

Qiu Siyao was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously wanted to say no, but she swallowed the words back.

The luxury shopping area of ​​MixC was not crowded on a weekday evening.

The saleswoman in the store saw Jiang Han push the door open and walked in. Before she could even finish her professional smile, her attention was drawn to Qiu Siyao behind him.

Jiang Han walked around the store and finally stopped in front of the Hermès shelf.

He pointed to the black Birkin bag at the very top.

"this."

"Sir, this is a limited edition..."

"And this too."

"wrap up."

The saleswoman opened her mouth, then swallowed back her introduction and turned to process the order.

Qiu Siyao stood next to him, her gaze falling on the price tag of the bag, a six-figure sum.

"Honey, I don't..."

"How much have you done for me lately?" Jiang Han interrupted her, his tone flat.

In his eyes, Shen Qingning had been in the entertainment industry for quite a long time, and although she had retired, she had still accumulated a lot of savings.

Lin Yaoyao comes from a well-off family, and her income as a voice actress is also quite good.

In comparison, Qiu Siyao's job seemed quite ordinary.

The family's balance needs to be maintained by him, the man of the house.

Jiang Han took the shopping bag from the saleswoman and turned to hand it over.

Back home, Qiu Siyao placed the Birkin bag on the bed and stared at it for a long time.

Then put it in the innermost shelf of the wardrobe and wrap it in a dust bag.

Jiang Han was taking a shower in the bathroom, the water was splashing.

Qiu Siyao sat on the edge of the bed, took out her phone, and habitually opened the WeChat corporate account of China Merchants Bank.

The pinned chat box was a message from department head Yuan Li.

"Xiao Qiu, have you recently reassessed President Jiang's asset allocation?"

"For several months now, his account has only held low-risk wealth management products and money market funds, with no allocation to insurance or trusts."

"The branch is under a lot of pressure to meet its fee income targets, and President Wang has asked about it several times already."

"As an account manager, you can't just focus on customer convenience; you also need to consider the bank's profits. Do you understand what I mean?"