Chapter 1352 - 886: Turning Point (Part 2)
"Mom, I’m hungry."
"There’s food in the trash can," Li Hongmei said irritably, "Go invite Qianqian and the others for dinner."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian was stunned.
"We’re on bad terms."
"How can I invite them?"
Upon hearing that, Li Hongmei was almost faint with anger. In a moment of heat, she wanted to throw the food in the pot away.
"Eat, eat, you still have the appetite to eat after a falling out!"
She was utterly furious and was about to say something when she turned around and found Jiang Nian had already slipped away to the living room.
"Really not coming to eat?"
"Uh..." Jiang Nian hesitated, "I’ll try, but if they don’t want to come, there’s nothing I can do."
"Go, go!!"
"Okay." Jiang Nian left with drooped shoulders, but his expression changed the moment he closed the door.
Actually, they hadn’t had a falling out.
The three were interrupted and lost the atmosphere for talking, so they simply went to a milk tea shop.
They chatted about other topics and then returned together.
He deliberately told his mom that way, so when Xu Qianqian and the group came, it would seem like it was because of her.
Taking a little blame at home, he would let his mom have a better impression of Xu Qianqian and the others.
And, incidentally, earn some points for himself.
Knock, knock, knock.
Song Xiyun came to open the door and took a look at Jiang Nian.
"What’s up?"
The tone was less harsh; after encountering someone a few times, there’s always some change.
"My mom asked you to have dinner, and I can’t wriggle my way out."
"Oh, okay, got it," Song Xiyun said, "Tell Auntie we’ll come over in a bit."
"Alright."
Then, Jiang Nian returned home. Standing at a safe distance at the kitchen door, he said to Li Hongmei.
"Mom, they’ll come over in a bit."
"I’m just not going to eat, I’ll stay in my room. Once you’ve finished eating, I’ll just grab something to eat."
Upon hearing this, Li Hongmei was furious. She turned around and pointed at him with a spatula.
"If you don’t want to eat, then don’t!"
A proper and decent family, how did it produce such a son, what a sin.
Jiang Nian slipped away, not putting it to heart.
After a while, Old Jiang also returned. Upon entering, he saw Jiang Nian sneakily eating under the guise of carrying dishes.
"That hungry?"
"Mom won’t let me eat."
The next second, a roar came from the kitchen.
"You want a beating, don’t you!"
Jiang Nian shrank his head back and instantly stopped talking. He obediently carried dishes, taking the opportunity to also wash the fruit.
After a while, the two women from next door came over.
"Uncle," Xu Qianqian called out, being used to addressing them, she glanced at Jiang Nian.
"Hello, Uncle," Song Xiyun followed softly.
"Ah, sit down and eat," Old Jiang, though a bit unused to it, was calmer than Li Hongmei.
"I’ll get you some drinks, herbal tea or cola?"
"Cola."
The atmosphere during the meal was harmonious, Jiang Nian remained quiet the whole time, barely making any sound.
After the meal, he obediently went to wash the dishes.
Jiang Nian sighed a little, despite earning so much, when at home he still needed to play the fool, his life was truly difficult.
"My hands that drive a Porsche are now washing dishes."
With a smack!
His arm received a slap, and Li Hongmei entered the kitchen, "What are you mumbling about?"
"Nothing... nothing," Jiang Nian glanced at the living room, "Hmm? Where did the two go?"
"They went back," Li Hongmei said speechlessly, lowering her voice, "What are you really thinking?"
"What do you mean by what am I thinking?"
"Don’t play dumb!" Li Hongmei was both angry and amused, "You can’t marry both, how would they enter the house?"
"Marry one, what about the other?"
After saying that, she herself found it outrageous. Young people nowadays really live quite outrageously.
Back to ancient times, wanting three wives and four concubines, is it?
"Mom, it’s just a falling out," Jiang Nian put down the dishes, "What you just said, none of it can come true."
"You!!"
Jiang Nian received a few more hits and was chased out of the kitchen, with Li Hongmei taking over the dishwashing herself.
His back was burning, but hearing the clattering in the kitchen, he figured his mom still cared for him.
After all, she was his mom.
....
At night.
Jiang Nian took a shower, handled his work messages. Stretching comfortably, he lay on the familiar little bed.
Currently, in a blacklisted status.
Simply emptying his mind gave him more time to think, savoring the rare peace.
Setting everything aside, presently still quite poor. Without a few billion in hand, there’s no real sense of security.
However, the financing can’t be rushed.
After the Series A financing, comes expansion. Once the business model is stable, it’s time for Series B financing.
Simply put, it’s all about borrowing money. Series A for expansion, Series B to crush the competition.
Jiang Nian doesn’t plan for Series B, intending to cash out and exit once stable.
Ultimately, it’s still about precise targeting.
Continuing in clothing wasn’t his original intent. Banyu is too reliant on his personal capabilities, it’s like becoming an emperor.
Sitting on a golden toilet, safeguarding the company’s development.
"Time... just give me more time," he muttered, turning over and sitting up from the bed.
After some thoughts, he headed next door again.
Three visits a day, yet still able to enter the house. It was a good change, after all, there was emotion involved.
"What are you doing here?" Xu Qianqian spoke coldly.
"Can’t sleep, keep having nightmares," Jiang Nian replied from the balcony, not sitting on the sofa.
This was a kind of body language, sitting on the sofa would make him appear less confident and more passive.
Standing on the balcony, his posture was more assertive.
If Xu Qianqian and the others rejected him, they would stand around him, arms crossed, scrutinizing him.
The stance resembling a triangular cross, indicating defensiveness and displeasure.
He turned his head, only to see Xu Qianqian on the sofa, busy with her phone, disinterested in him.
Song Xiyun with clothes in her hands was heading towards the bathroom. She only glanced at him before looking away.
Seeing this, Jiang Nian breathed a sigh of relief. Not hoping for the women to accept him, just not being disliked was enough.
At midnight.
The three sat on the sofa, picking up the afternoon’s topic again, this time questioning more directly.
"What are you planning to do?"
"Let’s all calm down first, I..." Jiang Nian started but got stuck midway.
"I hope you’ll give me a chance to make amends for past mistakes."
Hearing this, the two women exchanged a glance.
"Let’s talk about it later."
"I don’t know how much of what you’re saying is true now," Xu Qianqian looked at him, expressionless.
"Who knows if you’ll deceive us again, or create other issues."
Jiang Nian remained silent, then added, "How about we start as friends first?"
"Time will reveal true intentions, we’ll find out eventually."
Xu Qianqian: "...."
Song Xiyun: "..."
The two women didn’t respond, both considering, they stayed silent for a few minutes before looking at Jiang Nian.
"You head back first, we’ll think it over."
Jiang Nian wasn’t in a hurry, he responded and stood to walk to the door, waiting for Xiao Song to close the door before leaving.
With a bang, everything settled.
"Whew~~"
Having said all he could, he was exhausted, leaving the rest to fate.
If there was no way forward, he had to find another approach.
Meanwhile.
Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun were also discussing, hesitating over who should voice their opinion first.
"You go first."
"Why don’t you go first?" Xiao Song couldn’t win, thought a bit, "Qianqian, I think...."
"We should consider his words, but if reconciling, we need to be cautious."
Xu Qianqian nodded, in agreement.
"Indeed."
"This guy is crafty and thick-skinned. But, he could do okay as a friend."
"Yeah, staying tense isn’t good either," Song Xiyun added, "His temper isn’t that bad."
"Yeah, he’s quite persistent this time," Xu Qianqian remarked, frowning slightly.
"However, he has a flaw."
"What?"
"If he truly makes up his mind, he will forget people."