Gu Zi feigned concern as she observed Jiang Nan’s reaction. For some time, she had felt that Jiang Nan wanted her to be frightened and distance herself from Jiang Yao. Perhaps this was all to cover up a secret, something that could never be spoken of.
When Jiang Nan heard Gu Zi’s comment, her response came swiftly. She said, "Money and possessions are all fleeting. You can’t take them with you when you go. If he wants to come and steal, let him—just as long as he doesn’t hurt me or my in-laws."
This show of filial piety would surely make others sing her praises for days, but to Gu Zi, it only grew more unsettling. Jiang Nan’s reaction was too quick, too calm. There was something unsettling in that tranquility—an unsettling sort of poise that suggested it had been honed through repeated practice... perhaps in darker dealings.
...
At the capital’s train station, Lin Miao stepped off the latest train.
The familiar yet alien city stretched before her. She couldn’t help but be moved by the sight. Her first time here had been for Gong Zhan, but this time, she had come for herself. This city held the best opportunities for wealth, and she certainly wouldn’t let them slip by.
In her past life, Gu Zi had risen in the fashion industry, and it was here in the capital that she met the industry leader Sun Yi. Following Sun Yi’s lead, Gu Zi invested in fashion, and before long, her pockets were overflowing. She became the subject of media interviews, the epitome of the successful businesswoman, even earning praise from Gong Zhan, who had once doubted her. Their relationship grew stronger as time went on.
During this time, Gu Zi had also bought an old courtyard house in a place called Jiangjia Village. In the future, the value of this house would increase hundreds of times. A single courtyard house could sell for a hundred million. Lin Miao was determined to buy two of them and let them appreciate in value.
Investing in business required capital, so Lin Miao worked hard to convince Zhang Mei to lend her three thousand yuan for her investment—half to purchase the courtyard houses, and the rest for her fashion business.
On Monday afternoon, after class, Gu Zi was summoned to the office, along with Zhao Ling.
The class advisor spoke sternly, "The documents you submitted have been reviewed, and the feedback has come back. First, Zhao Ling, your problems are severe. Many of your translations are incorrect. Originally, they were going to remove you from this project, but I argued on your behalf, and they’ve decided to give you another chance."
Zhao Ling’s face grew tense as she heard this. She had always felt that the advisor favored her more than others, and now that the advisor was speaking up for her, she felt a wave of guilt. "I’m sorry, Professor. I was too eager," she apologized.
Zhao Ling had been working hard to prove herself, staying up late, poring over professional dictionaries while translating. But as a freshman with little exposure to professional work, her results were less than ideal. She knew this herself, but she was too afraid to admit it, fearing that if she admitted her shortcomings, she might not even get another chance.
The class advisor shook his head. "You were too hasty. But your biggest mistake was not realizing the importance of this work. You handed in an unqualified translation, and that not only embarrassed me as your advisor but also embarrassed yourself. I fought to give you another shot. Next time, I expect a satisfactory result. As for Gu Zi, you have problems as well."
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