Jian Suiying froze, Li Yu’s "Go die" echoing relentlessly in his mind.
It felt like a part of him had been seared by, burning fiercely. He leapt up violently.
"What the hell do I care about your crappy match! You deserve to miss it. If you’d just taken off your pants and let me have my way earlier, none of this would’ve happened."
Not only had Jian Suiying destroyed all that time and effort, but he showed no remorse whatsoever. Worse still, he remained arrogantly dismissive, treating the whole matter as insignificant.
He should have seen through Jian Suiying's true nature long ago. He couldn't fathom how he'd endured such a rude, arrogant, and insufferable jerk for so long.
Since his body showed no embarrassing symptoms, he knew Jian Suiying hadn't done anything to him. But being drugged, stripped naked,
Jian Suiying, however, wouldn't let it go. He casually grabbed whatever was within reach, and when his hand landed on a cup still filled with water, he flung it at Li Yu without a second thought.
Li Yu had just pulled on his cashmere sweater when the water drenched him. Though the room was warm with the heater on,
he went out wearing these soaking wet clothes, he'd freeze to death.
Li Yu glared at him with venom, grinding his teeth. " "
Jian Suiying glared back at him, "Li Yu, fuck you! You're the one who should die!"
Jian Suiying glared at him fiercely. "I didn't know you had a competition..." His voice trailed off. Li Yu shot him a glare, his face icy as he walked past him.
Jian Suiying called after him, "What could it be that big anyway?" Li Yu walked on without looking back.
Jian Suiying slowly turned his head, watching Li Yu's tall figure disappear into the darkness. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling unbearably distressed and anxious.
Jian Suiying had been feeling quite irritable these past two days. Ever since that unpleasant parting last week, he'd been filled with unease and
had no idea what to do.
He desperately wanted to find Li Yu, yet couldn't bring himself to swallow his pride. So he just sat there, wasting away.
Though he felt it was unfair to have disrupted Li Yu's competition schedule, he didn't feel truly guilty—at most, just a little uneasy.
One evening, he received a call from Director Fan, who invited him to dinner.
With nothing else on his plate, he accepted.
Jian Suiying smiled. "Thanks to your blessings, Director Fan. Sales have been decent." Then he lowered his voice: "Your niece...
no plans to move in?"
Commissioner Fan chuckled, "We'll see. We'll see."
The two shared a knowing smile, and Jian Suiying took a sip of wine.
"Go ahead."
"Back when we handled that housing project for you, there were four of us—me, Old Zhao, and the others." "Right."
"You promised each of us one unit back then. Is that true?" "Yes."
Jian Suiying's heart sank as he realized something was definitely wrong here. He interrupted Director Fan: "Director Fan, just get to the point."
Director Fan hesitated, then sighed. "Alright, I'll be blunt. The matter you promised me has been taken care of
. I have no complaints about that. But the other three..."
Jian Suiying narrowed his eyes at him, countless thoughts already flashing through his mind. He had already grasped a crucial piece of information:
that those three hadn't received their houses. What exactly had gone wrong?
Jian Suiying spoke softly: "Director Fan, please continue."
Director Fan felt a flutter of anxiety, then steeled himself: "The original promise was one per person, but it turned into this number. You know how much that shift
"I understand, I understand, Brother Fan. Look, I handled this poorly. Talk to Old Zhao and the others. I'll personally treat them to a meal soon and give them a proper explanation."
"Alright, I'll arrange to meet them. Don't feel pressured—I know you're tight on cash. Just do what you can, alright?"
"Alright, thanks, Brother Fan." Jian Suiying took another sip of wine, his gaze growing deeper and more unpredictable.
After dining with Director Fan, he didn't immediately call Jian Suilin or Bai Xinyu. Instead, he contacted Secretary Liang and asked her
her retrieve the registered tenant list for him.
Secretary Liang informed him most of those records were handled by Li Yu. Unable to reach Li Yu directly, Jian Suiying had no choice but to ask Secretary Liang to retrieve them.
Of the four apartments sent out, only the one for Director Fan actually reached him. The other three apparently hadn't been delivered,
yet Jian Suilin had assured him last month that everything had been settled.
The construction costs for those three properties weren't significant, but their market value exceeded ten million. If those two brats had simply flipped them, they'd have made a killing.
Still, he doubted they had the nerve.
What he’d thought would be a simple matter ended up dragging on for a full ten days.
First, Li Yu wouldn't answer his calls. When she finally did, she was extremely uncooperative, dragging her feet for days before finally sending over the documents.
.
The two crossed paths outside his office, but Jian Suiying's mind was entirely occupied with the matter of the three properties.
had no time for him. She shot him a fierce glare before turning and entering the office.
Jian Suiying carefully examined the documents for the three properties. Two had been transferred last month, and the last one had only been transferred three days ago.
Jian Suiying slammed his fist on the desk and dialed Jian Sui Lin's cell phone from the office line.
He'd see who dared to pull a fast one right under his nose—swapping the promised apartment for a measly 500,000 yuan and cashing out all three properties!