Chapter 81
Or who could point a finger at him and say, this is his second life? Ghost stories and the supernatural—no […]
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.
Or who could point a finger at him and say, this is his second life? Ghost stories and the supernatural—no […]
“I just smashed his car—so what?” “He drove here, so I smashed it! Just smashed it!” “He runs a company—what’s
“She’s been waiting ages, and Luo Ge still hasn’t come back for the car.” “She was the first to call
Jiang Luo was wearing just a long-sleeved white shirt. Cold and drained, he squatted down. The door opened, and the
At that moment, he hadn’t known where to go once the factory was gone. No road, no direction—wasn’t that a
Hospital room, early morning. Jiang Luo opened his eyes. Turning his head, he saw Huo Zongzhuo standing by the window
On the other end of the brick phone came a voice: “Your dog bit one of my people. This is
Huo Zongzhuo came in right after. Watching Jiang Luo clown around, calling out “Mom” and acting cute, he couldn’t help
Later, even Auntie Zhao joined in. The four of them sat in the first-floor living room eating fruit and chatting.
His son went to get the luggage and the things he’d brought, saying, “I’ll take it, Dad.” His daughter-in-law beckoned
After several rounds of relatives had come and gone, Jiang Luo asked Huo Zongzhuo, “They’re all relatives—don’t you celebrate the
After a few more waves of relatives had come and gone, Jiang Luo asked Huo Zongzhuo, “They’re all relatives—don’t you
Huo Zongzhuo wasn’t sad. He simply felt that it was a pity. So much of a pity that even someone
Jiang Luo yawned. “Most pop songs came over from Hong Kong back then, and they were all in Cantonese, so
“Why are you still just working for him?” “Are you stupid? Ask him for shares. Become a shareholder. Be a
“Yes—more successful!” In Suzhou these past few days, Huo Zongzhuo took Jiang Luo around Pingjiang Road and the surrounding area.
“They want me to come ask you for shares. They want me to come find you, say I should be
Zhao Shuo: “We have business—came to handle matters, looking for President Jiang.” The man saw Zhao Shuo in a suit,
“Alright, everyone, keep it down a bit.” Zhao Guangyuan, holding the sobbing Su Lan, felt his head throb. Still, he
Jiang Luo arrived and was just about to ask the restaurant staff which table the Zhao official had reserved and