C8 Jiang Qiao'er Had Nothing to Say.

Lily's cheeks turned a rosy red as she quickly approached and accepted Su Yu's card.

"Sir, right this way, please. Have a seat."

She ushered Su Yu to a plush leather sofa before asking with a courteous tone, "Sir, there will be a brief wait for the paperwork. Would you prefer coffee or tea?"

"Tea," Su Yu replied, recalling the bottle of red wine from the night before and opting for something gentler on his stomach.

"Very well, sir. I'll fetch the purchase agreement for you and then prepare your tea," Lily said with a nod.

"Sounds good, thank you."

Once Lily left to retrieve the contract, Su Yu settled into his seat with an air of tranquility.

A few female sales associates watched from a distance, glancing between Su Yu and Lily, their eyes betraying their envy. They kicked themselves for not recognizing Su Yu as a wealthy client.

Lily stood to earn a commission of at least a hundred thousand RMB if Su Yu completed the purchase—a sum they believed should have been theirs, had Lily not claimed it first.

Lily returned with the contract, presenting it to Su Yu with both hands. He skimmed the document and signed his name, then produced his ID card.

The saleswomen's eyes bulged; they had secretly hoped Su Yu was just putting on airs. Now, it was clear he was the real deal—a wealthy man keeping a low profile.

A full cash purchase meant immediate keys, though the formalities required some time. After brewing Su Yu's tea, Lily asked him to wait a moment longer.

Just then, the click-clack of high heels and a woman's laughter echoed from the entrance.

Jiang Qiao'er, clad in a Chanel suit, made her entrance, accompanied by an older gentleman who chuckled at her words.

He was Jiang Qiao'er's business associate, looking to settle in the city, and she had brought him to view properties at Golden Top Land, where the Jiang family also owned several homes.

The saleswomen, having missed out on Su Yu's business, now clamored for the attention of the lavishly dressed Jiang Qiao'er.

Ignoring their overtures, Jiang Qiao'er's gaze landed on Su Yu, sipping tea on the sofa. She paused, then narrowed her eyes, thinking, "That explains his refusal of my job offer—he's job-hunting here. He's clueless."

Jiang Qiao'er would never have offered assistance if Su Yu weren't Lin Qinghan's ex-husband. Yet, he had declined a position at Jiangchen Group, preferring to seek employment at Golden Top Land's sales department.

With a sneer, she approached Su Yu, arms folded, looking down at him. "Su Yu, post-divorce, are you intent on self-sufficiency? Do you believe your good looks will land you a job here, hoping to catch the eye of wealthy women? Dream on! Qinghan was naive to fall for your act. Do you think today's women are so easily fooled?"

Su Yu had noticed Jiang Qiao'er upon her arrival but was still seething from a morning phone call that had disturbed his sleep—a call from one of Jiang Qiao'er's subordinates, orchestrated to humiliate him on Lin Qinghan's behalf.

Resigned to the fact that their paths would not cross again, he had no desire for revenge, yet here they were.

Setting down his cup, Su Yu looked up and said, "Miss Jiang, I'm not sure what you're implying."

"Don't play dumb," she snapped, then turned to the dumbfounded saleswomen. "If he's applying for a job, do not hire him! He's nothing but a pretty face who's just divorced my best friend. I offered him work, which he declined, and now he's here job-hunting. His goal? To meet wealthy women. He once charmed my friend with his looks and sweet talk. He divorced her yesterday, and today he's here for a job. Where's your Manager? Get the Manager!"

The Manager and Lily emerged from the office, and upon seeing the commotion, the Manager inquired with a furrowed brow, "Miss, what seems to be the problem?"

"You're the Manager? You cannot employ this man," Jiang Qiao'er demanded.

"Which man?" the Manager asked.

"That one!" she pointed at Su Yu.

Lily, her voice quivering, interjected, "Miss, there's been a misunderstanding. This gentleman isn't here for employment. He's here to purchase a property."

"To buy a house?" Jiang Qiao'er's words hung in the air as she froze in disbelief. She turned from Lily to the Manager, holding the keys, and stammered, "What did you just say?"

The manager addressed her, "Miss, I think you may be mistaken. Mr. Su is here to purchase property. He has just paid in full for a villa valued at 48.88 million yuan."

Once he had finished speaking, the manager approached Su Yu, extending both hands to present him with the keys to the villa.

"Mr. Su, here is your purchase agreement, and these are your keys."

Su Yu rose to his feet, accepting the keys and contract without sparing Jiang Qiao'er a glance.

"Thank you."

With deference, the manager inquired, "Mr. Su, would you like us to arrange transportation to your new villa?"

"That won't be necessary. My car is parked right across the street."

The female sales associates followed Su Yu's gesture.

"A Rolls-Royce Phantom!"

"That car's worth over ten million yuan!"

"I've only ever seen one in the movies."

"This man is incredibly wealthy."

With a cordial smile, the manager held the glass door open for Su Yu.

"Take care, Mr. Su."

Su Yu nodded, making his way to the exit.

As he passed Jiang Qiao'er, he paused deliberately, giving her a look of scorn.

"Goodbye, Miss Jiang." With those words, he swiftly departed.

He then drove off in the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Snapping out of her stunned state, Jiang Qiao'er's eyes widened as she grabbed another purchase contract from the manager.

"This can't be. How can he afford a place like this?"

"Where did he get the money? Didn't Qinghan mention he relinquished all his assets in the divorce?"

"Is this really the Su Yu I know?"

The manager, clearly uncomfortable, said, "Miss, I must ask you to return the contract."

"It contains sensitive client information. It's not appropriate for you to examine it."