Yuyuan Community.

"Click!" After Gao Yuan entered the door, she put her handbag on the shoe rack, took off her shoes and entered this well-decorated mansion that felt a little empty.

This is one of the most high-end residential areas in Su City, adjacent to Jinji Lake. Although it is not like many villa areas that easily cost hundreds of millions, a 150-square-meter suite is priced at more than 10 million.

This is one of the few "premarital assets" left by her deceased parents.

Since their separation three years ago, this place has become her only source of support.

After Xu Jinsong cut off her financial resources, she only had a few hundred thousand yuan left in her bank account. Even in the divorce proceedings, she signed a "litigation risk agency contract" with Zhongtian Law Firm, in which she filed the lawsuit first and paid later.

Life is much more difficult than before, but fortunately she is not a rich lady who likes to spend money and enjoy herself.

After taking a shower, Gao Yuan dried her hair and came to the study in her nightgown.

Reading a book before going to bed has always been her habit.

In this unusually spacious study room, apart from a table and a chair, there was no other furniture. The surrounding walls were completely blocked by bookshelves, and the densely packed books on them filled the entire bookshelf.

Some of them were left by Gao Yuan's father, and some were added by Gao Yuan himself later, and there are quite a variety of them.

Gao Yuan walked past rows of bookshelves.

In addition to books on history, there are also a large number of famous works on business management and finance.

Although Gao Yuan's father is a history professor, she is studying for a master's degree in finance from Harvard, and she also thought about helping Xu Jinsong manage the company.

It's a pity that Xu Jinsong never allowed her to interfere in any business of the Xu Group, even if she was too busy at home.

She walked past the books that had accompanied her through the most silent period of her life, and finally pulled out a hardcover book with a yellow cover from the most conspicuous position next to the desk.

I saw clearly written on it... "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli".

She was leaning leisurely on the engineering chair, flipping through the books in her hands casually, as if she was a little absent-minded.

This is a book that uses the fifteenth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1587) as the starting point for observation, and explores the profound reasons for the decline of the late Ming Empire through the description of key historical figures.

The book is divided into seven chapters, covering the supreme ruler Emperor Wanli, the great scholar Shen Shixing, the first assistant Zhang Juzheng, the model bureaucrat Hai Rui, the liberal intellectual Li Zhi, the anti-Japanese hero Qi Jiguang, etc.

Some people say that if you understand this book, you will understand the two thousand years of feudal bureaucracy in China since the Qin and Han Dynasties.

As a niche book, it is hard to imagine that a young person like her would like this kind of boring historical academic book as much as she does.

She knows her worth, and of course she knows there are people who will suit her.

But even Xu Jinsong didn't know that she liked this book, let alone others.

Coincidence?

What an interesting guy...

[My love for the hawthorn tree will only be pure with you and can be discarded. My bottom line...]

The cell phone ringing next to her interrupted Gao Yuan's thoughts.

She picked up the phone and took a look, frowning slightly.

"Hello?"

"Tomorrow? What's wrong?"

"I think everything that needs to be said has been said. I don't think there is anything we can talk about."

"What? You want to settle out of court?" Gao Yuan was surprised for a moment.

After listening for a while, Gao Yuan slowly said, "Okay, where is it?"

hang up the phone.

"Yunding Restaurant..."

【Yuanyuan, marry me...】

Gao Yuan sighed slightly as her thoughts slowly drifted to ten years ago.

Since it is the starting point of everything, let it be the end of everything...

No longer interested in reading, Gao Yuan stood up. Just as she was about to go back to the bedroom to rest, she suddenly remembered something and stopped.

She walked out of the study and took out a black box from her handbag.

Opening the box, he suspiciously took out something thick at the top and thin at the bottom, like a flashlight.

After flipping through it for a long time, Gao Yuan couldn't figure out what it was, so she couldn't help but try to press the only button on it.

"Zizi~"

Gao Yuan: "..."

…

The next morning, after sending Xiao Yu off to Meng Lang's morning exercise, he got on the bus directly.

Today is the time for the company's regular meeting.

To be honest, Meng Lang didn't want to go at all when he thought of Wang Zhiping's usual spitting, picky tone and demeanor.

Although I secured an insurance policy from the bald manager, I barely reached the passing performance mark this month.

But I think such a small amount of achievements will not affect Wang Zhiping's interest in cursing others.

So Meng Lang has made up his mind. If Wang Zhiping dares to make trouble at the meeting this time, he will get angry in front of everyone!

How can you compare with a little expert in debating in the Chinese department with just a few sentences that you repeat over and over again?

If I don’t make your face bloom with peach blossoms this time, each wave getting higher than the last, and you vomit three liters of blood on the spot, I won’t call you Meng Xiaolang!

He had long made up his mind to resign.

Why did you insist on going to work in the past and being insulted by him every day?

Come, recite with me, Qiyi Wengqiong!

Things are different now. The interest on my savings is higher than my current salary. This is the confidence to go crazy!

Money is a good thing, because even if one day you scold your leader bloody, you can still live without worries about food and clothing, and remember the past...

Then hide under the quilt and have fun.

The vast majority of people in this world work so hard, aren't they just to show some shame to those who have humiliated us?

He was ready to throw the resignation letter V2.0 in his face, and the depth and breadth of his cordial greetings to Comrade Wang Zhiping were once again sublimated, ensuring that he would vomit three liters after reading it!

Smooth liver qi can effectively promote physical health.

So this is definitely not revenge, it is purely for health.

Amitabha! Impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil~

Manager Wang, please don’t make me go crazy!

"What's going on with the old man next to you?"

"I don't know, I always feel like my laughter is so sinister."

…

As soon as he entered the company, Meng Lang met Ma Qiao.

"Huh? I haven't seen you for a few days, kid. I thought you ran away?"

Meng Lang completely ignored this ignorant slander and said slowly while walking to the elevator.

"Run away? In two years, you will realize that even if the world is so big, we have nowhere to escape, and it is safest to stay at home."

"What are you talking about? But... I said you have changed a lot since I haven't seen you for two days." Ma Qiao looked at Meng Lang up and down in surprise.

"Oh?" Meng Lang looked down at himself.

"The clothes are still the same... So, I have become more attractive?"

"Ha! Sorry, charm is indeed supported by clothes, but not yours!" Ma Qiao patted her bulging chest.

rash:"……"

Okay! You have big breasts, you are right!

"I'm talking about your spirit. Something must have happened to you."

Meng Lang had to admire that this guy's eyes were still so vicious.

"We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you still learned how to read faces? Then take a look, is the purple energy rising to the sky above my heavenly spirit cap?"

"I haven't seen the purple energy, but I have seen some confidence.

Don't you know that people with confidence and those without confidence walk differently?

I asked you, did you do anything good? Could it be that... you made money through investment? "

"Hey! You are really right. How about the return on investment dozens of times? Do you regret not borrowing the money that day?"

"Come on, dozens of times a week, unless you go to Macau! Even if there is such a high profit, the risk is definitely high enough for me to stay away from it!"

"Would you like to do the zero-risk thing?"
To be continued...