They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Qiu Siyao certainly understood what Yuan Li meant.

If a portion of the 10 billion yuan in Jianghan's account were allocated to insurance and trusts, the intermediary business income it would bring to the branch would be at least several dozen times higher than it is now.

As an account manager, her performance evaluation, quarterly bonuses, and annual promotions are all tied to her commission income.

Since joining the company, she has never dragged down the department's performance.

But this time is different.

Qiu Siyao wasn't incapable of marketing insurance and trusts; she simply didn't want to.

She allocated every penny of Jiang Han's money with minimal risk, because that was her man.

She would rather have zero sales than use his principal to exchange for her own commission.

"Mr. Yuan, Mr. Jiang's asset allocation plan is based on his own risk appetite, and I will continue to follow up."

After the message was sent, Yuan Li did not reply.

Qiu Siyao thought the matter was temporarily over, but she underestimated the branch's thirst for data.

The following day, at the Private Banking Center of China Merchants Bank's Jingzhou Branch, a quarterly business analysis meeting was held.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the conference room.

Yuan Li sat on the left side of the long table, with the performance reports of the various account managers of the department spread out in front of her.

Wang Chengfei sat in the main seat, his expression revealing no emotion.

To his right was the general manager of the branch's retail banking department, and to his left were two other senior managers from the private banking center.

The meeting lasted from 2 p.m. until nearly 5 p.m., with each account manager being reviewed with data one by one.

The newly added AUM, sales of wealth management products, insurance fee income, trust size, and number of family office contracts are all marked with red, yellow, and green progress lights.

When it was Qiu Siyao's turn, the form displayed on the screen was almost entirely red.

AUM is negative, insurance sales are zero, and trust recommendations are zero.

The only products that met the criteria were wealth management products, which were all money market funds and short-term fixed deposits.

All eyes in the conference room were on Qiu Siyao.

She knew she would be called out today and was mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, the first person to speak was not Yuan Li, but the general manager of the retail finance department sitting to Wang Chengfei's right.

"Qiu Siyao, one of your clients is Mr. Jiang. His assets rank among the top five of our branch's private banking clients."

"But look at your data, all your investments are low-risk, and you have zero allocation to insurance and trusts."

"Other account managers earn at least a million in insurance commissions, while your contribution is almost zero. Can you explain why?"

Qiu Siyao explained according to the prepared script.

"Mr. Jiang has an extremely conservative risk appetite, and he has made it clear that he does not want to allocate funds to any products with a lock-up period."

"Respecting the customer's choice is certainly the right thing to do." General Manager Zhou put down the report in his hand and looked at her over his glasses.

"Have you conducted any facilitation sessions? How many times? Have you submitted any product proposals? Have you invited trust experts from the head office to conduct specialized roadshows?"

When Qiu Siyao came out of the conference room, it was almost dark.

Her mind kept replaying President Zhou's face in the conference room.

That face scrutinizing her from above her glasses, a face certain that she could be questioned, that she could be singled out as a typical example.

Back home, Jiang Han scrolled through his phone on the living room sofa.

Qiu Siyao moved more slowly than usual, her shoulders slumped slightly, and there were faint traces of tears on her face.

"Siyao, come here."

"I'll go remove my makeup first..."

"come over!"

Qiu Siyao sat down and placed her hands on her knees.

Jiang Han turned to the side and reached out to tuck the stray hairs that had fallen in front of her ear behind her ear.

"Who bullied you today?"

Qiu Siyao couldn't hold back anymore. She sniffed and recounted everything that had happened in the conference room that afternoon.

Jiang Han's expression turned unusually serious after hearing this.

He picked up his phone from the coffee table, found the number in his contacts, and dialed it.

It rang four times before the other end answered.

"President Jiang, it's so late, what can I do for you?"

"President Wang." Jiang Han leaned back on the sofa.

"Did your branch hold a meeting today where you questioned the professionalism of my account manager?"

Wang Chengfei's voice was noticeably tense: "President Jiang, I was present throughout today's meeting, and Xiao Qiu's performance was extremely professional!"

"Since she's a professional, why is she singled out?"

"President Wang, I'm not going to play those games with you." Jiang Han's tone remained calm.

"Qiu Siyao is my woman. She has worked at your branch for so long and has never used personal relationships to shield her from work-related troubles. Today is the first time, and I'm taking the blame for her."

"Thank you, China Merchants Bank, for helping me cultivate a gentle woman!"

"As for the future... my account will be completely cleared starting tomorrow. She won't promote your bank's products, and I won't keep them either."

"President Jiang, this isn't a big deal. We can make internal adjustments. I guarantee Xiao Qiu won't encounter something like this again..."

"No need to make any adjustments, she resigned."

Jiang Han hung up the phone, and Qiu Siyao sat beside him, her body trembling slightly.

The stone that had been weighing on her heart since the meeting was crushed by Jiang Han's words.

Before he could even think of a way out, Jiang Han had already dialed a second number.

The other end answered quickly, their voice carrying a southern accent in Mandarin and a hint of barely concealed surprise.

"President Jiang? What made you decide to call me?"

"President Liu." Jiang Han switched the phone to his other hand.

He grasped Qiu Siyao's fingers, which were resting on her knee, with his left hand, and gently pressed his thumb on the back of her hand.

"I've carefully considered the proposal you put forward last time. Are the conditions still valid?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone before Director Liu's voice suddenly rose half a tone.

"It's settled! It's all settled! Mr. Jiang, we at SPD Bank are truly sincere towards customers like you!"

"Prepare the contract," Jiang Han interrupted him.

"But I have two conditions."

"Please speak!"

"First, I will transfer all my personal assets to Shanghai Pudong Development Bank."

Secondly, I have appointed Ms. Qiu Siyao as my exclusive account manager. You can discuss her salary and benefits directly with her.

"She used to work at China Merchants Bank, and it was...unpleasant."

On the other end of the phone, President Liu reacted quickly.

It's common for wealthy people to bring their own funding to a production team and arrange jobs for their mistresses; it's nothing unusual.

"President Jiang, it's nothing serious, absolutely no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Han tossed it back onto the coffee table.

Before the screen went dark, three messages from Wang Chengfei had already popped up.

Qiu Siyao lowered her head, staring at the hands he was holding on her knees.

"Honey, did you transfer all the money from your accounts to get revenge on me?"

"Not entirely. Pudong Development Bank did contact me a few times before, offering better terms than China Merchants Bank. Today just happened to be the day they came."