Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Well, this is a bit awkward.

At my level, almost all my clients come from referrals-it’s rare to run into situations like this. But sometimes, it happens. When it does, I just lay everything out and let them decide for themselves.

I turned and looked sincerely at President Jiang.

“As the saying goes, ‘Good words can’t persuade a damned ghost, compassion can’t save someone determined to destroy themselves.’ President Jiang, we’ll part ways for now. If fate allows, we’ll meet again.”

With that, I waved my hand and turned to leave.

Madam Jiang rushed forward and grabbed me in a tight hug.

“No, Master Qiao, you can’t give up on us! Haoyan, quick-”

Jiang Haoyan stood there scratching his head, then came over and hugged me too.

Now, Mrs. Jiang was hugging my waist from behind, while Jiang Haoyan, all six-foot-one of him, had me locked against his rock-hard chest in front.

I was sandwiched between the two of them, unable to move an inch.

Jiang Haoyan said, “Mom, hurry and say something nice to Dad!”

Madam Jiang nodded. “Jiang Hongzhen, divorce!”

President Jiang: …

Me: …

All the classmates stared at our ridiculous scene. President Jiang, not wanting to lose any more face, could only force himself to nod.

“Then let’s go upstairs.”

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Lou Qianqian started to follow us up the stairs, but President Jiang stopped in his tracks, turned, and shot her a cold look.

“Young lady, please go downstairs.”

Lou Qianqian’s face flushed red, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at me, then turned and ran off crying.

None of us had time to pay her any mind, because as soon as we reached the second floor, a fresh trail of blood stretched out beneath my feet, soaking into my sixty-eight-yuan sneakers.