Chapter 24: Zhao Real Estate

Madam Su cast an unhappy glance at Su Qingli, her voice cold as she said, “From what you’re saying, it seems you still don’t want to divorce him? But, Qingli, do you really think you can keep him under control anymore? He used to listen to you, but look at him now—what does he think of you?”

“Grandmother, Jiang Hao is just—”

Su Qingli tried to defend Jiang Hao, but Madam Su waved her hand dismissively. “Enough, don’t say another word. This matter is settled. Qingli, the divorce must be handled quickly. As for my treatment… ask him again, I’m sure he’ll tell you.”

Hearing this, a surge of grief and anger welled up within Su Qingli. Madam Su wanted her to divorce Jiang Hao, and then, with her dignity lowered, seek him out and ask about the cure for her illness. How could she be expected to endure such humiliation?

Was this truly her grandmother? Was there ever such a grandmother?

Su Qingli lingered no longer in the hall. Rising, she walked out into the night. Darkness had descended, shrouding the ancestral Su residence in shadow. The vegetation near the walls, masked by the night, seemed transformed into monsters and demons, ready to devour her whole.

Suddenly, Su Qingli felt that the Su family was no longer the harmonious, joyful household it once had been.

Red Maple District.

In the bedroom, Jiang Hao sat cross-legged upon the carpet, holding a ring and examining it closely.

The ring gleamed with a translucent, rosy hue. Within it, a swirl of crimson mist appeared to move and pulse, imparting an inexplicable aura of wonder.

It was a treasured heirloom passed down in the Jiang family, given to him by his mother before she died. Because of its value, Jiang Hao had always kept it close.

He had never expected that within this ring lay the legacy of the Flame Emperor.

Thanks to the ring, Jiang Hao had acquired a vast sea of medical knowledge and theory, transforming in an instant from a complete novice to a master capable of comprehending all ancient and modern medical arts.

Moreover, the ring’s gifts extended beyond mere medical skill.

Whenever Jiang Hao wore the ring and focused his thoughts, a surge of warmth would flow forth from it. Wherever this warmth traveled in his body, that part would be amplified several times over, becoming remarkably powerful. Thus, Jiang Hao possessed physical abilities far superior to ordinary people.

He experimented by slipping the ring onto his finger, directing the warmth to his eyes. Instantly, his vision became extraordinary.

The minute patterns on the opposite wall, barely distinguishable to the naked eye, now revealed themselves in striking clarity. Even microscopic structures, visible only under a microscope, were apparent to Jiang Hao.

Just then, a mosquito hovered past, its wings buzzing. To Jiang Hao, its movements appeared as if in slow motion; its path unfolded clearly before him.

He reached out, swift as lightning, and gently pinched the mosquito without harming it in the slightest.

If the mosquito could speak, surely it would cry out in astonishment!

After killing the mosquito, Jiang Hao wiped his fingers with a tissue and began to cultivate.

He had discovered that when the ring’s warmth surged through him, his body’s abilities increased dramatically.

But even when he didn’t channel the warmth, his physical condition remained far above average. This, perhaps, was the result of the warmth nourishing his body.

It was like water flowing through a channel, nurturing the plants along its banks. Even if the water ceased, the plants, having absorbed the moisture, would thrive.

Now, the warmth was the water, and Jiang Hao’s body was the flourishing plant absorbing its nourishment.

“What secrets does this ring truly hold?” Jiang Hao gazed thoughtfully at the ring.

He practiced deep into the night, never feeling exhausted. It seemed that such cultivation could even replace sleep.

Yet, out of human habit, he eventually felt a trace of fatigue, so he stopped, tidied up his things, and climbed into bed.

This double mattress had once belonged exclusively to Su Qingli; he had never slept on it before. Despite sharing the room, Jiang Hao had always slept on a makeshift bed.

But tonight, he no longer cared. Su Qingli wasn’t home, so what did it matter whose bed it was?

Tomorrow, he would move out, and even if Su Qingli knelt and begged him to return to this bed, he would refuse!

The next morning.

On the second floor of the renowned Zhao Real Estate Sales Center in Maple Leaf City, Pan Yixuan cursed through gritted teeth. “That damned bastard, that wretched fool! How dare he disgrace me, make me lose face in front of all the Su family and Su Qingli! And he even stole away our Pan family’s private doctor—it's outrageous!”

Opposite Pan Yixuan sat a young man, about twenty-four or twenty-five, dressed in a suit and presenting an air of respectability.

He was Zhou Chen, the Sales Manager of the center.

Zhou Chen had once been an ordinary employee, but thanks to his eloquence and impressive sales record, he caught the eye of the Zhao family and was promoted to sales manager.

He and Pan Yixuan knew each other only because Pan Yixuan had bought property here, and Zhou Chen had offered him a discount.

Zhou Chen hoped to curry favor with Pan Yixuan, the young master of the Pan family, while Pan Yixuan simply regarded Zhou Chen as his flunky.

“Master Pan, this Jiang Hao you mentioned—is he really just the Su family’s son-in-law? He has no company, no business of his own?” Zhou Chen asked with a flattering smile.

“Of course not, he’s just a kept man!” Pan Yixuan replied furiously, slamming his hand down on the tea table.

“If that’s the case, I don’t understand why he dares to compete with you. Is he so utterly clueless? Can’t the Su family see that you’re a thousand times better than him?” Zhou Chen fawned.

Pan Yixuan snapped, “The Su family isn’t blind. They know that wretch can’t compare to me! But Su Qingli has been bewitched by Jiang Hao—what can I do?”

“Ah, Master Pan, in my opinion, a woman like that isn’t worth your pursuit, don’t you think?” Zhou Chen said, respectfully pouring Pan Yixuan a cup of coffee.

But Pan Yixuan grabbed the cup and smashed it on the floor, coffee splattering over Zhou Chen’s suit.

Zhou Chen quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe the stain, his expression pained—after all, the suit was new and had cost over two thousand!

Yet even so, he dared not reproach Pan Yixuan; instead, he kept smiling obsequiously.