Harold, who typically paid little attention to Ji Ya, had never confronted her like this before.

After he said those words, Ji Ya was completely stunned!

George also stood there holding his golf club, at a loss for words.

“Uncle Harold—”

Harold looked at him expressionlessly, “Am I wrong?”

George painfully nodded. Harold wasn’t wrong—this was the Wilson family rule: the winner takes all!

Even George, as Harold’s nephew, had no right to question company investment matters. Ji Ya was merely George’s girlfriend; her attempt to lecture Harold about business inevitably led to her humiliation!

Ji Ya gritted her teeth, thinking George was truly useless.

Her elegance crumbled as she stood up and walked out.

George hesitated for a few seconds before following her.

The room finally became peaceful.

Harold could happily return to his golf game. Butler Allen was somewhat surprised: “Sir, George will be very upset.”

As they were all part of the Wilson family, Allen thought Harold would save some face for George. Harold had indeed done so before, which was why George always thought he had a chance to gain control of the golf course’s management.

Harold’s lips curved into a sarcastic comment:

“Why should I care about a fool’s feelings? If he’s happy, must I be miserable? Allen, am I that kind of philanthropist?”

Well, indeed he wasn’t.

Butler Allen thought to himself that Master Harold was very kind—it was all Miss Ji’s fault for going too far.

It certainly wasn’t Master Harold’s fault.

After they discovered that Miss Ji had a terrible relationship with her ex-husband Mayor Tang and very little influence over her son Ji Jiangyuan, Ji Ya held absolutely no value in Harold’s eyes.

Harold’s investments in Pengcheng had already secured the most important land. While he hoped to maintain good relations with the local government, he no longer cared about someone like Ji Ya… The most pathetic thing about people is their lack of self-awareness.

Butler Allen quite liked Ji Jiangyuan, but Ji Ya was truly too impulsive!

…

Ji Ya stormed ahead angrily.

George hurried to catch up with her.

Ji Ya’s temper was like Pengcheng’s summer heat—uncontrollable, and she never thought about controlling it.

“Darling, listen to me—”

“Why didn’t you speak up when you should have? George, you’ve disappointed me terribly. As a man, you’re timid and weak! You should have shown that arrogant bastard Harold your capabilities, instead of being frightened by his few words! I think we’re finished—let’s end this!”

Taxis were waiting in front of the hotel for the foreign guests. Ji Ya jumped into one, ignoring George’s banging on the window as she told the driver to leave.

“Shit!!”

George stood there enraged, violently kicking a pillar.

In the taxi, the driver kept stealing glances at his passenger through the rearview mirror. It was rare enough to see a Chinese woman with foreigners, let alone one who argued with them. This was the first time he’d witnessed such a scene.

This woman was something—she’d left that foreigner jumping with anger!

Ji Ya looked up, catching the driver’s furtive glance in the mirror.

The driver was extremely embarrassed, but Ji Ya suddenly smiled: “You’re stealing looks at me—am I beautiful?”

The driver, a man in his thirties, blushed at Ji Ya’s direct question.

Ji Ya stared at him intensely, making him very uncomfortable.

“Yes… yes, you are!”

She truly was beautiful.

Beauty was a beauty—there was no denying it. Ji Ya was tall and slender, with smooth, delicate skin. Only the faint lines around her eyes revealed she might not be so young anymore, but overall, she remained very beautiful and elegant.

Ji Ya touched her face.

Yes, she was still that beautiful.

She wasn’t the type to be unaware of her beauty. Since her teenage years, she’d always been surrounded by admirers. Even without looking in a mirror, Ji Ya knew how beautiful she was.

Her neck was long and graceful.

She had studied ballet.

She could play the piano.

She had studied art for several years.

She could appreciate art.

In the 1960s, when all of China was tightening their belts to get by, and frugality was the social norm, Ji Ya was never mainstream. She was among the few who walked ahead of others, a rare exception!

Even now, in 1985, several years into the Reform and Opening Up period, few girls could enjoy the conditions Ji Ya had in her youth.

Ji Huian had been poor in his youth, gradually prospered in his early years, and by middle age had become a pioneer in China’s education sector.

Ji Ya was his youngest daughter, and Ji Huian had invested many educational resources in her… It didn’t require much money; whatever Ji Ya wanted to learn, Ji Huian always knew a teacher. This was simple for Ji Huian, but how many Ji Huians were there in the whole country?

By her teenage years, Ji Ya was talented in many areas and had grown into a great beauty.

Countless young men wanted to marry her, yet she had chosen Tang Hongen.

Her fingers still felt smooth—she had invested much effort in maintaining herself, both time and money. Even a taxi driver would stare in amazement, so why would someone be completely unmoved?

Perhaps it was truly because she had aged… being almost ten years older than him, and having married and had a child early, she now had a 20-year-old son. Ji Ya didn’t want to face these facts. She could still attract men like George, but she couldn’t attract truly exceptional men like Harold anymore.

It couldn’t be George.

Without Harold as a comparison, she might have forced herself to be with George.

With the comparison, Ji Ya was particularly miserable. A woman like her was destined to pursue excellence throughout her life—how could she willingly follow a man who wasn’t the best?

The driver had been driving for a while when he finally remembered he hadn’t asked his female passenger where she wanted to go. Ji Ya had completely scattered his thoughts.

“Comrade, where are you headed?”

Where to?

Ji Ya had left George at the hotel entrance, and she didn’t know where to go herself.

A fire was burning inside her heart. She didn’t want to hear George’s words of comfort; she needed to vent her anger in a real, tangible way.

“To the city government!”

The city government?

The driver didn’t dare chat with Ji Ya anymore.

No matter how feminine she was, her ways were wild—first arguing with foreigners, then suddenly wanting to go to the city government.

At their destination, Ji Ya adjusted her hair and got out.

With her tall figure and refined taste, she looked quite imposing. No one stopped her as she walked into the city government building. She directly stopped a clerk:

“I want to see Mayor Tang. Which floor?”

The clerk looked helpless. Could someone just brazenly ask to see the mayor and expect to be granted an audience?

If she had an appointment with the mayor, she wouldn’t even need to ask which office he was in!

“I’m sorry—”

Ji Ya coldly interrupted: “I am his ex-wife. Just take me there, he will see me.”

The clerk wanted to faint.

He wasn’t excited at all about hearing such personal gossip about Mayor Tang. Those in power were very wary of their subordinates knowing their personal information—he didn’t want to know that Mayor Tang had an ex-wife!

“Please… please wait, let me inquire for you.”