Jiang Huaixiao had never been one to drag things out.
All three credit cards in Liu Wanying's name were frozen on Monday morning. The liquid funds in her subsidiary accounts vanished overnight, and the bank notified her that "the primary account holder has applied for asset preservation" on their joint account.
On Wednesday, the property manager knocked on her door and handed her a document, politely informing her that ownership of the residence had been transferred to the group's asset management department for centralized allocation, and asking her to move out within three business days.
Liu Wanying called Jiang Changping seven times. None of her calls were answered. Then she called Jiang Huaixiao. He hung up after three rings, and when she tried again, her number had already been blocked.
She sat in the living room until dawn and finally recognized one thing.
Jiang Huaixiao had left her alone before not because he couldn't touch her, but because he couldn't be bothered.
Now that he had acted, every cut landed precisely where it hurt her most, one after another, without even a moment to catch her breath.
She had thought Jiang Xun's return merely meant one more bastard. She had thought Jiang Huaixiao couldn't care less about that bastard. She had thought her roots ran deep enough after seventeen years in the Jiang family.
Yet Jiang Huaixiao had sent her back to square one in less than a week.
Meanwhile, the dismissal bell at Jinghua Middle School had just rung for the first time.
Cars picking up students jammed the school gates. Jiang Huaixiao's black Bentley was parked outside the staff entrance, its engine running and its window halfway down. One hand rested on the steering wheel as he quietly watched the classroom building.
He had given his driver, Old