Reborn as a Wayward Heir

Jiang Luo got in the car, still feeling baffled. In this lifetime, Huo Zongzhuo was treating him exceptionally well. The […]

Huo Zongzhuo chuckled again. He’d figured it out by now—Jiang Luo might look young, but he was anything but naïve.

Jiang Luo added, “Don’t worry. Three days from now, I’ll pay you back in full—plus half of whatever profit I

“I’m not saying Mingshi is bad.” Su Lan said, “I mean Jiang Luo. I’m worried he might do something rash.

Zhang Xiangping said again, “You still expect him to show filial respect? Dream on! He’s flown off—gone without a word!”

When he put the suit on, he couldn’t help but think: whoever owned this must be huge—broad shoulders, tall—because the

When Jiang Luo bought in, Dian Vacuum was at 59.8. By the time the trading office closed that day, it

Jiang Luo’s promise didn’t sway him one bit. Not even close—his ass was worth far more than that. He didn’t

Jiang Luo found himself laughing at how he used to be. He even flashed a smile, raised a brow at

Jiang Luo hadn’t eaten something this bland in years. And instant noodles, on top of that—nothing tasty about them. In

Late April, 1990. In the staff housing compound of Haishi’s Second Silk Factory, on the fourth floor of Building No.