bookpower Chapter 12 - 12 Stepmother’s Lover
Chapter 12 - 12 Stepmother’s Lover
Chapter 12: Chapter 12 Stepmother's Lover
Down payment??!!
The Jiang Family has always been known for purchasing villas outright with a single payment.
Du Ziteng's heart skipped a beat.
He had always had a question he wanted to ask Jiang Yan, but felt it was inappropriate.
Now, seeing her driving a second-hand minivan and eagerly selling off her spacious villa to move into a penthouse that few regular people would buy, he could no longer suppress the doubts in his heart.
He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and asked,
"Sister Yan, you're in such a hurry to sell the villa and even changed your car. Have you run into some difficulties? If there's anything I can help with, I might not be as wealthy as you, but I've still saved some money over the years. If you need it, just say the word..." Du Ziteng's words trailed off as he saw Jiang Yan grinning at him, and he stumbled over his words,
"Yan, Sister Yan, what's wrong? I don't mean anything by this. It's just that when my father had cancer, President Jiang and President Li organized donations from the whole company for my family and even covered a lot of medical expenses. My father might not have made it in the end, but I will never forget the great kindness the Jiang Family showed us."
What he didn't mention was that his real estate agency also benefited a lot from Mother Jiang.
After all, when Mother Jiang dealt with those properties in the past, she assigned all the business to his company, which was also the first bucket of gold he earned after quitting his job and starting his own business.
Jiang Yan's current situation wasn't like those TV dramas, where the rich daughter's assets get frozen.
Seeing Du Ziteng's earnest and simple expression, Jiang Yan said, "Du Ziteng, do you believe in me?"
Without a thought, Du Ziteng nodded like a pecking chick, "Of course!"
"A wise person told me that in three months, the apocalypse will come. So, I'm only telling you this: stock up on as much rice, flour, grain, and oil as you can at home in the next two months, and buy some common medications as well. That's all I can tell you."
Actually, Jiang Yan thought he wouldn't believe these words.
Before her rebirth, hadn't she also heard about some Mayan prophecy foretelling the apocalypse on a certain year?
Just like that, those predicted times had passed a decade ago.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Du Ziteng let out a small "Ah," and looked at Jiang Yan unbelievably, even with a hint of barely detectable sympathy:
Miss Jiang is a bit pitiful.
It must be President Li's death that has caused her such a mental disturbance.
Alas, regardless of wealth or poverty, every family has its own hard times to endure!
But he was quick-witted. Although he felt melancholy inside, he quickly diffused the slightly awkward and serious topic,
In a society governed by law, she would have to endure for a little while longer.
She clenched her molars and squeezed her fingers tight, taking deep breaths to suppress her vengeful urges for the moment.
Since they were in the same building, she would not have to seek her out.
Just a little longer, once the apocalypse came, she would take her time with her.
Additionally, an odd thought emerged in her mind:
Could it be because of her rebirth that Song Deming's death altered Zhang Qiqi's life trajectory as well?
The wheels of fate had been turned.
With that thought, would the arrival of the disaster also be affected?
It seemed that she must complete all her preparations as soon as possible.
"Hey! Be careful with that, the sofa is made of imported calf leather, it costs tens of thousands! You can't afford to break it!!" Zhang Qiqi's real personality revealed itself the instant she spoke.
Du Ziteng gave her a look and pressed the elevator button while muttering in discontent for the moving company, "I can't stand people like her; I don't know where she gets her sense of superiority."
Jiang Yan remained silent with a grave look on her face.
Her hat and mask snugly concealed her identity.
Zhang Qiqi obviously couldn't recognize her.
But of course, Jiang Yan wasn't afraid of being recognized.
Zhang Qiqi quickly led the movers into the freight elevator.
Jiang Yan followed and glanced around, also checking the stairwell.
Once the disaster struck, with no water or electricity, elevators would be useless, and everyone would have to use the stairs.
Although she planned to hold out in her room as long as possible before venturing out, it was still necessary to have a backup plan.
The stairwell was next to the freight elevator, dimly lit, with cigarette butts and trash scattered in the corners, and a faint smell of urine.
Jiang Yan frowned and quickly turned back.
Meanwhile, the freight elevator slowly stopped on the seventh floor.
"Sister Yan, what's wrong?" Du Ziteng saw her suddenly divert towards the elevator and paused in confusion.