Chapter 21
“What do you mean, massaging her foot? And then what—while massaging you’d suddenly end up rolling around on the bed […]
In his previous life, Jiang Luo— the real young master who had been switched at birth—spent his entire life clashing with Zhao Mingshi, the fake young master who grew up in wealth and privilege under Jiang Luo’s rightful identity. Jiang Luo dreamed of everything that Zhao Mingshi obtained so effortlessly: parental love and attention, resources handed to him on a silver platter, and a high-class social circle he had access to since childhood.
Jiang Luo fought with everything he had, yet in the end, his biological parents still didn’t love him. No one sincerely helped him. Even the business he took pride in barely stayed afloat, and his own brother stabbed him in the back.
Given a second chance, Jiang Luo finally figured it out.
He had the looks, he had the brains—why should he waste another life competing with Zhao Mingshi?
Parental affection?
Who cared?
The Zhao family’s connections and resources?
Not worth a damn.
Jiang Luo realized that once he kicked all of that aside, his life would open up infinitely.
So when Zhao Mingshi came crying in front of both families, begging Jiang Luo not to kick him out of the Zhao household, Jiang Luo slapped him across the face and sent him flying with a kick:
“Get the hell out! Take both your birth parents and adoptive parents with you! Don’t stand in my way!”
After that, Jiang Luo relied on his sharp mind, guts ordinary people didn’t have, and talent one in a million to start carving his own path through H City’s business world.
People used to know him only as that pitiful kid who got switched at birth and look at him with sympathy or judgment. But soon enough, “President Jiang” became a name that swept across the entire commercial circle. Everyone respectfully called him: Young Master Jiang.
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With a new life ahead, Jiang Luo’s goals were simple: money, power, and living freely.
Later, he added one more thing—Huo Zongzhuo.
“What do you mean, massaging her foot? And then what—while massaging you’d suddenly end up rolling around on the bed […]
“We’ll take a bath, stay the night at the bathhouse, and tomorrow we’ll go back to the station together to
“You said you’d accept payment once the shipment was sent out—I agreed. “You said you wanted it today—I agreed. “Now
He headed for the couch, sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and let out a low, amused hum.
He didn’t play dumb, just countered with a question: “When you’re driving down the road, do you hand out jackets
Jiang Luo rubbed his sore temples, got up, changed clothes, washed up, grabbed a quick bite in the restaurant, and
Jiang Luo pointed at him again: “I’m warning you clearly—doing business is doing business. Don’t tell me you can’t resist
During this time, Jiang Luo and Wang Chuang kept themselves busy. When they weren’t meeting local Wencheng merchants to network
Bai Ting wasn’t the only one astonished—Wang Junwei had never seen so much money in his life either. Over the
With a proud grin, Wang Chuang declared, “My brother and I can make even more money later—take it all if
Wang Chuang beat himself up. “Damn it… I really didn’t know I couldn’t say anything.” He paused, thinking. “I just
“Anyway, I’m telling you—the dolls sell extremely well at Pacific Department Store. They go for 68 yuan each and are
Jiang Luo had already moved down the aisle when he heard the calls, so he turned back, pulling dolls out
“Gods of Wealth, what do you want to eat? Tea eggs, corn? Fruit? I can go buy, you just eat
Jiang Luo asked Zhang Zhiqiang to send over another batch of goods, especially the dolls with boxes. Zhang Zhiqiang replied,
After all, those little brushes and dresses weren’t made of expensive materials. They were tiny, cheap, and hardly worth anything.
From a distance, Zhang Xiangping kept her eyes on them. Though she could only see Jiang Luo and Wang Chuang’s
“Thanks for your trouble.” Su Lan was polite, too, turning and gesturing to Zhao Shuo and Zhao Guangyuan. She followed
She continued, “We already know what happened. This isn’t Jiang Luo’s fault. I’m returning the money for him not because
“I can make any style of lamp you want.” “The price is negotiable too.” Meanwhile, Guo Ronghai, the manager at