Chapter 101
The secretary immediately became polite and warm: “A fresh batch of tea just came in. I’ll brew some for you. […]
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.
The secretary immediately became polite and warm: “A fresh batch of tea just came in. I’ll brew some for you. […]
Jiang Luo withdrew his gaze and went back to his work, paying no attention to Xu Hu and letting him
Behind the scenes, Jiang Luo had spent some money hiring a few thugs in Juxiang Town to give Xu Hu
Jiang Luo froze for a moment, suddenly realizing something, and quickly turned to look behind him. Those eight characters weren’t
Zhang Ningfu could only “hide” at the factory, staying a full month without sending money home or keeping in touch
Huo Zongzhuo hadn’t expected to witness such a scene and froze for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing unconsciously. Jiang
As soon as Huo Zongzhuo arrived, the vice president immediately rose from the sofa, laughing heartily as he stepped forward
For example, President Qiu assumed that Huo Zongzhuo probably didn’t know Jiang Luo; while Jiang Luo might recognize Huo, Huo
But when it came to having a woman sit with him, Jiang Luo was sincerely not interested. He didn’t let
Li Fengrui was visibly annoyed, realizing that Jiang Luo wasn’t taking the bait at all—he was so arrogant that he
Jiang Luo pushed past Zhang Ningfu’s wife, skirted around his son, and hurried to Zhang Ningfu’s side. His head had
“Oppose the mall’s wasteful exploitation of people!” “Firmly defend our brand rights!” “Return normal operations to our counters!” “Drive out
This way, he didn’t have to bow to Jiang Luo personally—keeping his own pride intact—while still neutralizing the power backing
Jiang Luo immediately turned to Huo Zongzuo: “Dad, look! He’s going to hit me.” “Cut it out—don’t start with ‘Dad.’”
He thought it would be far more inconvenient to wash himself—just running water would be so much simpler. Huo Zongzuo
“Why the hell do you have time to run to the hospital every day, but can’t spend more time at
After Wu Dayong left with his secretary, Jiang Luo was alone in the hospital room. Leaning back against the headboard,
“You already said it yourself—he’d gone to Chairman Qiu of the Chamber of Commerce before. He clearly wanted to smooth
“Hello.” The moment Huo Zongzhuo spoke, it wasn’t Mandarin—it was the local dialect. The man froze for a beat, then
Huo Zongzhuo said a few words, and Jiang Luo fell silent at once. Huo Zongzhuo said, “He paid money. He