Young master Jiang's secret wife: the president has no limits

There were more than one real estate agent in the area. An Ran estimated the money in his hand, hovered between buying and renting, gritted his teeth, and went to the nearest single apartment sales hall.

In the sales hall, there were three or two white-collar workers who were looking at the house and asking for some relevant information. Seeing An Ran come in, a sales lady immediately came up and asked with a smile, "Do you need to buy a house?"

An Ran nodded and found that the apartment type of this place was very to his liking. It was the decoration style of a single apartment, one room one hall. Although it was not big, it was enough to live alone.

"How much down payment is required for that set?" An Ran took a fancy to the one with the sunlit window in the bedroom, which was the ideal look.

"There's been another event in this house recently, and the down payment is only 100,000 ..."

An Ran felt as if she had heard the wrong thing. The price was within her limits. As long as she paid by credit card, the suite was hers.

"Okay, I'll set it up! Can we go check the room?" An Ran asked.

After a long detour, An Ran immediately decided to book the suite! The unique and cheap single apartment is a benefit to the city's single white-collar workers!

When she swiped her card, An Ran couldn't help but ask, "Why is the price of your house cheaper than the market price?"

The sales lady held the bank card, smiled a little stiffly, and tilted her head to explain, "Because there has been an activity recently, it was originally a civilian project! At that time, Miss An, you can rest assured that our environment here was superb, both in terms of security and infrastructure..."

An Ran thought for a while, but also relaxed, nodded, and received the key with satisfaction. Suddenly, there was some hope for the future in his heart.

In short, as long as you stay away from your gambling mother, everything will be fine.

An Ran squeezed out a smile and comforted himself in his heart. Don't look back. Look forward. The question is, how can I get rid of that big devil with Jiangcheng Ann?

An Ran walked out of the lobby of the single apartment and glanced behind her. She could not help but shudder at the sight of someone following her.

Ever since meeting Jiangcheng an, An Ran felt that a minute, an hour, was slowly passing.

No, I must forget what happened that day! Although Jiangcheng an was her first man, she would never accept such a deal.

Jiangcheng Ann, who was hiding by the side, curled his lips and rested one hand on the car window, watching her walk away.

The manager of the sales office rushed out, found Jiangcheng Ann, and said in a panic, "Young master Jiang, this is the agreement signed by miss An Ran. According to you, we have a deal with her at the lowest price."

Jiangcheng Ann tapped on the glass with his fingertips, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "I'll leave everything to you."

As soon as the manager left, Jiangcheng an was about to ask the driver to keep up with An Ran when he heard his phone ring.

It was her stepmother.

Jiangcheng Ann frowned and answered the phone. After a few short sentences, he looked at An Ran's direction and said coldly, "Go home."

In Jiang family villa, Jiangcheng Ann's new stepmother, Yue Sijia, saw him from the surveillance camera and quickly ordered the servants to open the door for Jiangcheng Ann.

"City Security, you're back?"

As soon as he entered, before Jiangcheng Ann could change his shoes, he saw Yue Sijia walking up to him with a smile on his face, his eyes slightly rolling, like a young girl in love.

But Jiangcheng Ann quickly turned away and let out a cold snort from his nostrils, not wanting to talk to her.

"Are you busy in the office today?" Yue Sijia asked again, and her gentle gaze lingered on Jiangcheng Ann's face for a while.

Jiangcheng Ann still glanced at her without saying a word.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Jiangcheng Ann touched his hair and turned around to go straight upstairs.

Yue Sijia was father of Jiang's current wife, not much older than Jiangcheng Ann, often dressed up to please father jiang. Now father of Jiang was lying in bed and needed someone to take care of her. Yue Sijia was the same as before, still dressed up and focused on other things. She even thought about how to take advantage of Jiangcheng Ann.

Jiangcheng Ann had long seen through such thoughts. He did not have any good feelings for Yue Sijia, but in order not to hurt the harmony of the family, Jiangcheng Ann would not hurt anyone.

After a few words of concern, Yue Sijia's face turned cold, and he couldn't help but sink. With a coquettish voice, he turned to Jiangcheng Ann and said, "You don't know. Your father's been nagging about you. Go up and see him."

Yue Sijia turned her eyes and caught Jiangcheng Ann's weakness.

Sure enough, Jiangcheng Ann said "Yes" and went straight upstairs into father of Jiang's bedroom. The family doctor had just given father of Jiang an injection and was watching him. When he saw Jiangcheng Ann come back, he stood up and said gently, "Young master Jiang, there's something I want to discuss with you."

Father of Jiang was already asleep, lying on the bed breathing evenly. In Jiangcheng Ann's memory, father of Jiang still seemed to be the man standing on top of the earth, domineering and fierce, no matter what happened, he would not fall down.

Looking at father of Jiang, who was now pale and gray, Jiangcheng Ann had mixed feelings in his heart. His eyebrows were raised and he looked sideways at the doctor, motioning to go out.

After the two of them left the bedroom, Jiangcheng Ann asked first, "My father's illness?"

The doctor touched his chin and hesitated a little before saying, "At present, there is no big problem. As long as you take medicine on time and keep taking care of yourself, there will be no big problem in the past two years. It's just that you can't be stimulated. Besides, you can't work too hard. So there are a lot of things you need to take care of in this family."

Jiangcheng Ann stretched out his arms and propped himself up in the hallway. He raised his head and thought about the power assets of the The jiang family in his mind. He smiled at himself with a self-deprecating smile.

The doctor had been working for the The jiang family for more than 20 years. He had watched Jiangcheng Ann grow up. Seeing his attitude of preparing to die, he could not help but comfort him.

"Your ability is enough to support you to handle this well. Don't worry too much."

The words warmed Jiangcheng an's heart. She remembered the kindness and changed the subject. "Please take care of my father's health. Pay special attention to my father's diet and observe more. With an outsider at home, I'm still a little worried."

This outsider, of course, was referring to Yue Sijia.

The doctor understood, but his eyes fell on the kitchen downstairs. By this time, the cook had already gone back to rest. Yue Sijia was probably the only one who was stirring up trouble there.