“I won’t get treatment.”
Xu Yun looked at her in disbelief: “What?”
Jiang Nanshu turned her head to look at the blue sky outside. The weather was so nice. She liked her peaceful life. After living for so many years, the world in books was the most pleasant time for her.
“Sister Xu Yun, let’s leave it at that.”
“Xun Wu, it’s time to close the net. We can’t hold out against Zhou Yanbai for too long.”
Xun Wu hesitated, his eyes dimming instantly: “Okay, boss.”
“By the way, don’t tell anyone about my illness. Keep it a secret.” Jiang Nanshu smiled at the two of them.
Xu Yun choked back a sob, turned, and stormed off.
Xun Wu glanced back at Jiang Nanshu, and his eyes welled up with tears again. As if afraid that his crying would disturb Jiang Nanshu, he held back until he went outside before bursting into tears.
Soon after, Xu Yun’s anxious voice of comfort rang out.
Jiang Nanshu suddenly wondered what would happen if two people who both cried easily got together.
Days passed by one after another.
Zhou Yanbai settled down in Beijing and frequently visited the courtyard house, so Jiang Nanshu no longer went back.
The reason she bought the house back was because Uncle Qi said that Zhou Yanbai had used some means to force the sale, and she needed a breakthrough to enter the business district of Beijing, so she bought the house back so that Uncle Qi could live there with peace of mind.
However, human hearts are unfathomable.
She believed Uncle Qi was sincere toward her.
But there was also a kind of loyalty—devotion to the family.
He was also sincere toward Zhou Yanbai, even more so than toward her.
So Jiang Nanshu rented another house.
She had originally wanted to buy it, but after seeing the medical report Xu Yun gave her, she decided to rent instead.
She secretly went to the hospital. When the test results came out, Jiang Nanshu didn’t ask how to treat it, but instead asked how long she could live without treatment.
The doctor couldn’t say for sure, but gave a conservative estimate: “One year.”
A year might not seem long, but it was enough for Jiang Nanshu.
She wanted to kill Zhou Yanbai within that timeframe.
…
Jiang Nanshu invested in many funds, and the returns from each fund were break-even, or even sometimes resulted in losses.
Until she started investing in hedge funds, turning 100 million into 1 billion in just one month.
Her bold move attracted Zhou Yanbai’s attention.
He had also invested in many funds, but for someone with his wealth, hedge funds were optional.
This type of investment is very risky; if you lose money, you can lose everything, but if you make money, you can get on the Forbes rich list.
But Jiang Nanshu was incredibly lucky.
Investing less but earning more, nearly 10 billion had been achieved.
Zhou Yanbai was somewhat tempted and joined in. He had plenty of money, enough to make him extravagant.
There was no reason why he couldn’t if Jiang Nanshu could make money.
He wasn’t good at business; he was living off the savings Zhou Yanxu had left him. Everything he invested in resulted in losses. The hundreds of billions his brother had left him were actually far less than that.
It was just saying it to sound nice.
The current Zhou Group only had a shell of a powerful entity, lacking someone like Jiang Nanshu who could lead the company to progress.
Zhou Yanbai enjoyed the huge profits from the hedge fund, and he was satisfied with the enormous sums. He invested more and more in this industry, monitoring the financial market’s fluctuations daily.
In the blink of an eye, many people could lose a fortune.
“Boss, he’s already fallen into the trap.”
It was almost June.
It was warm outside, but Jiang Nanshu was still dressed rather thickly; she felt a little cold, and her appetite hadn’t been good lately.
Jiang Nanshu squinted slightly, coughed, and said with a smile, “I’d like to see how long Zhou Yanxu’s money can last him.”
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