Chapter 98

At Hongye No. 1 Estate…

Following the address, he found the woman’s home.

It was a huge villa, with a front yard pool and a backyard garden.

Servants were moving about inside.

It was clear that whoever lived here was either rich or powerful… or both.

He glanced at the delivery on the passenger seat, but didn’t take it with him.

Getting out of the car, he locked it and rang the doorbell.

Soon, an older man in a white shirt opened the door.

“Hello? Can I help you?”

Jiang Zhou smiled politely. “I’m here with a delivery.”

The man nodded. “Please, come in.”

“I mean, I’m just delivering food. Someone from your house ordered this.”

“Yes, and I’m inviting you inside.”

Huh?

Inviting a delivery guy inside?

That didn’t feel right.

There were clearly servants here. Couldn’t they just take the delivery?

Still, even with all the questions swirling in his head, Jiang Zhou followed.

He was here to meet the person behind the orders, after all.

They walked through the front yard slowly.

At the door, the old man opened it and gestured. “Please go in. I’ll wait here.”

Jiang Zhou paused. “I’m just a delivery guy. Why do I have to go in?”

“The young lady said, if he comes by car, let him in.”

“Your young lady sure has personality.”

“You’ll understand once you meet her. Please.”

Jiang Zhou chuckled softly, though his mind was already on edge.

This customer was definitely no ordinary woman.

After all, most delivery drivers ride scooters.

Showing up by car was a clear sign of higher status.

Had she known from the beginning that he’d be the one to deliver?

“Hello? Is anyone home?”

“Come in. The door’s not locked.”

Jiang Zhou pushed open a European-style wooden door and found himself in a spacious living room.

A woman wearing yoga clothes was doing stretches on a yoga mat. Her skin was very fair, and her facial features had a distinctly Western sharpness. Her slightly golden hair was tied up, with a few strands loosely hanging down.

With a discerning eye, Jiang Zhou could tell she was a mixed-race beauty.

But she was clearly a bit older than him — looked close to thirty — but her skin was impeccably well maintained.

“Hello, your delivery.”

The woman opened her eyes slightly. “You’re empty-handed. Where’s my delivery?”

Jiang Zhou paused. “Maybe I am your delivery?”

“Oh? So you figured out what I was trying to do?”

“No idea.”

“Then why say you’re the delivery?”

Jiang Zhou shook his head. “It just occurred to me when I walked in. Maybe you ordered just to see me.”

The woman stood up and wiped her sweat with a towel. “That’s right. I ordered takeout three times just to meet you.”

“You were that sure I’d come?”

“Not really. I’m not a psychic.”

Jiang Zhou frowned. “Then what’s the point of all this vague maneuvering?”

The woman smiled faintly and sat across from him. “As a businessman, you should be sensitive to everything around you. I placed orders using different addresses, each farther than the last. Don’t you think that’s strange?

“If you couldn’t even notice that, then there’s no need for us to meet.”

Jiang Zhou sipped some water and carefully considered her words.

So this woman isn’t just messing with me, her goal had been to lure me here.

In other words, I’d fallen into her trap?

Damn. I’m a transmigrator, for crying out loud! No way I’m just going to accept this!

He put down his cup. “How should I address you?”

The woman raised her head. “My surname is Yin. Yin Shuya. Didn’t you see it on the delivery order?”

“I did. Just figured I’d ask out of courtesy.”

“As expected from a top student from Shangjing, you’re well-mannered. I like polite people.”

Jiang Zhou started feeling bored. She’d said a lot, but what was the actual point?

Sure, he was good-looking, but not some celebrity. Why go to such lengths just to see him?

“Miss Yin, is there a reason you asked me here?”

Yin Shuya thought for a moment. “At first, I was interested in your startup. Thought it was pretty creative.”

“At first? And now?”

“Now… I think it’s just average.”

Jiang Zhou stood up immediately. “Then I’ll be going. Goodbye.”

Yin Shuya was startled. “Hey, wait!”

“You wanted to see me just to tell me my business is average?”

“I wasn’t done talking. Who told you to leave?”

Jiang Zhou stared at her blankly. “You’ve already wasted time I could’ve spent watching Nan’er dance her anime routine.”

Yin Shuya paused. “What’s anime dance?”

“It’s… a really amazing form of dancing.”

“Well, maybe I’ll learn it sometime.”

Jiang Zhou glanced around the villa. “Have you been locked up in this mansion so long you just needed someone to talk to?”

Yin Shuya’s eyes widened. “You… how did you know?”

“There’s this crazy old man in our village. Lives in an abandoned temple and talks in the same tone you do.”

“You, how dare you call me crazy!”

“I didn’t say that. I just think all this roundabout talk is a hassle. What do you really want?”

Yin Shuya, clearly a little indignant, finally spoke plainly. “Fine, I’ll say it. I want to buy your Ganfanren.”

Jiang Zhou sneered. “Not for sale.”

“Why not?”

“I built that from the ground up. Why would I sell it?”

Yin Shuya chuckled. “Because I can offer you a very good price.”

Jiang Zhou shook his head. “Miss Yin, it’s obvious you’re not short on money. You want to buy it just to play around?”

“What’s wrong with playing?”

“Nothing. I get it. People like novelty. When something’s new, they want to toy with it.”

Yin Shuya nodded. “Exactly. That’s why I found your project interesting.”

Jiang Zhou smiled faintly. “I worked hard to build that business. Why would I sell it to someone who just thinks it’s a toy?”

“I can give you five million.”

“Even if you offered ten million, I wouldn’t sell. That project is worth sixty billion.”

Yin Shuya’s eyes widened. “You’re insane. Sixty billion?!”

Jiang Zhou shrugged. “Yep. Sixty billion. You buying or not?”

“No way. That’s outrageous!”

“Then why are you still yapping?”

He stood up and left without even looking back.

This woman was completely unhinged. She went to all this trouble to lure him over, only to say a bunch of cryptic nonsense.

If she were a real investor, he might’ve treated her more respectfully.

But she just wanted to play with his project?

She was just another spoiled rich girl. Bored, tossing around money for fun.

And Jiang Zhou hated people who treated other people’s hard work like toys.

Is this what all rich people are like?

So entitled, as if they were doing you a favor just by making demands?

Even if she were the richest person in the country, what did it matter?

It’s not like she was handing over that money.

If she was giving him all her wealth, then he would be the richest, and then he’d get to act arrogant.

Compared to his sweet Feng Siruo, this so-called rich lady was nothing.

Saying she wanted to “buy” his business but couldn’t even cough up sixty billion?

Forget it. Better wait for Old Ma to make an offer.

“Sir, sirm please wait!”

Just then, the butler from earlier came running out of the villa. He handed over a business card, embroidered with an orchid on the back.

“What’s this?”

The butler smiled. “The young lady says you’ll definitely come looking for her. That’s her contact info.”

Jiang Zhou took the card. “Tell her I’m the type who likes being chased.”

“Uh…

“Sir, I don’t think I can pass that message on to the young lady.”

“That’s fine. Goodbye.”