Chapter 109: I’ll ask you one thing—are you short of money?

Jiang Lai frowned, his face darkening as well.

“If Miss Jiang and I have nothing to do with each other, then don’t waste my work time. Do you know how much money I lose for every minute you waste?”

So she was a fraud after all, here to play him for a fool?

He had put aside his part-time job and come over only because she said she had something to do with his mother.

And now she was so matter-of-factly telling him that she had been lying to him?

He rose at once, ready to leave.

“Short on money? Can the few coins you earn as a part-time wage slave even cover your mother’s medical bills?” Jiang Sui picked up the little pink fork and began eating dessert, speaking with indifference.

Jiang Lai stopped short.

He looked at her in confusion and asked in a low voice, “What do you mean? What exactly is your relationship with my family? How do you know all this?”

She knew his name, knew his mother, and even knew his circumstances. What on earth was her connection to him?

He did not remember having any relatives with the surname Jiang.

Jiang Sui continued eating her dessert and said leisurely, “You need money?”

Jiang Lai did not answer. His voice turned cold instead. “If you have nothing to do with me, then I’ll tell you that invading a citizen’s privacy is illegal.”

Jiang Sui let out a soft laugh and looked at him with a smile. “If I said I calculated it, would you believe me?”

“I’d believe a ghost before I believed you.”

Jiang Sui: “…”

She coughed lightly. “Young man, don’t be so impulsive. Stay calm.”

Jiang Lai’s expression darkened. Young man? She was clearly a few years younger than he was.

And yet that composed, elder-master sort of bearing of hers... why did she look like some tycoon who had been ruling the business world for decades?

Jiang Sui made a quick count with her fingers. “Allow me to calculate. Your birth data is Ding Chou year, Gui Mao month, Bing Chen day, and Wu Zi hour. Your mother has been plagued by illness since her youth, your fortune in the first half of life is dim, and you’re short on money.”

Jiang Lai’s expression grew grave.

She actually knew?

Only his mother knew his birth data. How could she possibly know it?

Even if she had inferred his year, month, and day from his birthday, there was no way she could determine the exact hour.

His gaze at Jiang Sui took on a trace of suspicion and shock.

“So now you’re working in factories, tightening screws to earn your mother’s medical expenses. Oh, and every screw-tightening job in every factory near the school has already been taken by you,” Jiang Sui said unhurriedly.

Jiang Lai: “…”

She knew that too?

What Jiang Sui had been using her spiritual power to search for these past few days was this very person—Jiang Lai.

In the original plot, Jiang Lai was also a supporting character, and not much was mentioned about him.

But his future was anything but ordinary. After earning his master’s degree, he started from nothing and relied on his top-tier intellect, his academic excellence, and his sharp investment sense to build a commercial empire of his own within just a few years.

By chance, he fell in love with Bai Xixue, who was already another man’s wife.

He became hopelessly devoted to her and, in order to win Bai Xixue, launched a business war against Ji Sichen’s company.

Of course, he was defeated in the end.

As the CEO’s rival in love, his ending was especially miserable: Ji Sichen’s men broke his limbs and dumped him in the wilderness.

And the reason Jiang Sui had gone to such lengths to find this man was not to save him.

She had no interest in rescuing a man ruined by love.

What she wanted was his ability.

A man who could rise from nothing and build his own business empire—if she did not bring him over to use for herself, was she supposed to let him give her headaches instead?

“You...” Jiang Lai stared at Jiang Sui in disbelief.

Jiang Sui smiled brightly. “I’ll ask you just one thing. Short on money?”

After a long silence, Jiang Lai said coldly, “Even if I am short on money, I wouldn’t degrade myself to the point of letting a woman keep me.”