After separating from Zhou Qiang, Li Lanxiang developed a habit of taking out a leather-bound notebook every night before bed and writing a few lines.
Ever since her mother burned her notebook, she had felt a lingering sense of regret.
It was not a diary. She disdained keeping diaries. Diaries were for mediocre people to record their mediocre lives.
What she wrote were plans and reviews.
Plans for the goals she wanted to pursue.
Reviews of every step of her plans.
Her pen glided across the paper.
"How to get closer to Wei Zijin and Wang Xiaoliang. Very difficult, but I want to try."
"Objective: create more opportunities to come into contact with higher-level prey."
"Difficulties: Wei Zijin is distant. Wang Xiaoliang holds a grudge."
As she wrote those words, the corner of her mouth lifted.
Her plan targeting Zhou Qiang had reached a perfect conclusion.
She had leaped from an ordinary person to a multimillionaire without taking any risks. Thirty million in cash secured, businesses acquired, Zhou Qiang gone, Guoguo in her hands. Every outcome fell within the range she had anticipated, without a single misstep.
Her mother had scolded her, saying she should not have let a money tree like Zhou Qiang slip away, and that she had gone too far and would get into trouble sooner or later.
Jealousy.
Pure jealousy.
Her mother's accomplishments fell far short of hers. They were not even on the same level.
If this wasn't ability, what was?
You're past your prime. You don't understand this era anymore.
Forget it. Since you're my mother, I forgive you.
As for Zhou Qiang himself-he was not worth regretting.
*If he had handed all his money over to me in the first place, would I have needed to go to all this trouble? He forced