Chapter 62: Not Interested in You

Jiang Hao slipped his hand beneath Su Qingli's clothing, and wherever he touched, there seemed to be endless softness. Perhaps he was too forceful; Su Qingli furrowed her brow ever so slightly, a soft hum escaping her throat. That sound—more beautiful than any instrument could produce.

“Are you ready for me to go all the way?” Jiang Hao asked, gazing at Su Qingli.

At his words, her body trembled lightly, the long lashes upon her eyes quivering like butterfly wings. “Go ahead… I’m ready…” she whispered, her delicate face now flushed a deep crimson. The breath from Jiang Hao’s mouth and nose fell upon her cheeks, making her feel as though she was being seared by a tongue of fire. Yet she did not dislike it; on the contrary, something fierce and indescribable stirred within her heart.

“I’m really going to do it!” Jiang Hao repeated.

Su Qingli was now too shy to speak, but she nodded ever so slightly in response.

“You won’t regret it?” Jiang Hao asked.

“I won’t regret it! I came to you today fully prepared for this…” Su Qingli answered earnestly.

But suddenly, Jiang Hao rose from her side. He straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes and, after a brief cough, said, “Sorry, but I’ve lost interest in you.”

At these words, a burning humiliation swept across Su Qingli’s face. Shame! Disgrace! For a woman, nothing could be more hurtful.

She opened her eyes in anger, biting her lip. “Are you trying to humiliate me? Is there any need for this?”

“You think it’s unnecessary? Besides, you just said it yourself—so long as I help the Su family, you’d let me do anything I wanted,” Jiang Hao replied with a faint smile.

A deeper sense of shame flooded Su Qingli’s heart, mingling with sorrow.

If Jiang Hao had truly taken her, claimed her for the first time, perhaps she would feel at ease—maybe even relieved. But now, he had bluntly refused her, admitting he had no interest. How could she not feel utterly mortified?

Looking at Su Qingli slumped on the sofa, Jiang Hao spoke in a calm tone: “Perhaps you think your body is precious, but to me, it’s nothing remarkable. With my current status, I could easily find a woman more beautiful and alluring than you. The only reason I agreed to help the Su family wasn’t to receive your body as compensation—merely for the sake of the bond we once shared as husband and wife. So, you’d best not misunderstand.”

Su Qingli made no sound, but two tears slid silently from her eyes. After a long while, she finally looked up and said, “Fine, do as you wish, say whatever you want—as long as you help the Su family.”

Jiang Hao paid her no further heed. He picked up his phone from the coffee table and quickly dialed Bai Qiming of the Bai family. To ensure Su Qingli could hear everything, Jiang Hao turned on the speaker.

“Hello, Mr. Jiang, what brings you to call me suddenly? Is something the matter?” Bai Qiming asked, puzzled.

Jiang Hao replied with a smile, “Yes, there is something. I hope the Bai family can provide a hundred million yuan in funding to help the Su family through this crisis. I believe you’ve already heard about the fire at the Su family’s herbal company?”

“Yes, I’m aware of it. I had a feeling the Su family might come to us for help. I just didn’t expect you to be the one speaking for them,” Bai Qiming said, his tone quite cheerful.

The Bai family was a powerful clan in the provincial capital, their financial strength far surpassing the great families of Maple Leaf City. A hundred million yuan might be a fortune to ordinary people or even to Maple Leaf City’s elite, but to the Bai family, it was hardly significant.

“Jiang Hao, I’ve heard the Su family hasn’t treated you well, and you planned to sever ties with them. Why are you stepping in for them?” Bai Qiming asked with curiosity.

“My wife… Su Qingli came to me in person. What else could I do? We were husband and wife, after all—I owe her at least this much,” Jiang Hao said, casting a glance at Su Qingli.

At that moment, Su Qingli was filled with hope, and shock as well. She had believed Jiang Hao capable of helping the Su family, but never imagined he could persuade the Bai family to act. The Bai family was a provincial powerhouse—when had Jiang Hao acquired such influence, that even they would heed him?

“Very well, since you’ve asked, the Bai family will help. Here’s what I propose: we provide a hundred million yuan as a loan to the Su family, with a three-year term. Within three years, the Su family must repay it.”

“And the interest?” Jiang Hao pressed.

Bai Qiming laughed heartily. “Let’s waive the interest, Mr. Jiang. Since you’ve come to me, how could I charge? Besides, the interest would hardly amount to much. The Bai family isn’t so petty as to squeeze every penny.”

“That’s wonderful. I’ll send you the account details shortly,” Jiang Hao said.

“Alright, I’ll wait for your message.”

Once the call ended, Jiang Hao turned to Su Qingli. “As you heard, the Bai family is lending a hundred million to your family. That leaves only twenty million to cover the gap.”

He paused, then continued, “I’ll provide the remaining twenty million myself, also as a three-year loan. You must repay me within that time.”

What more could Su Qingli say? Her heart brimmed with joy, her face radiant with happiness. The rest was simple.

Su Qingli gave Jiang Hao the Su family’s account information, and he forwarded it to the Bai family.

For such a vast loan, the Bai family didn’t even bother with a contract—the Bai family never feared the Su family defaulting. If the Su family dared, the Bai family had countless ways to destroy them.

“Thank you, Jiang Hao,” Su Qingli said sincerely.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Jiang Hao replied coolly.

Night fell, and Su Qingli departed, her heart buoyed with happiness.

Elsewhere, at the Pan family estate.

In the lavish villa’s living room, Pan Yixuan and Su Tianming were enjoying food and wine together. The table was piled with delicacies and fine drink, yet the two barely touched their chopsticks. Pan Yixuan’s arms encircled a young woman dressed as a maid, his greasy, wandering hands roaming all over her body.

“Young master, you’re so bad…”

“You mustn’t touch there…”

The maid giggled, her protests seeming more like invitations, perfectly catering to Pan Yixuan’s desires.

Pan Yixuan laughed triumphantly, leaning in to plant a wolfish kiss on the maid’s cheek.

“Master Pan, you’re truly in high spirits,” Su Tianming grinned, offering flattery.