Initially, he simply thought his father was just speculating in real estate, but upon closer consideration now, the matter was far from that simple.
After all, the price at which their family sold houses always far exceeded the market rate.
Coupled with Wu Zhenyu's casual remark just now, "If you want to sell a house, you can always find a buyer," Wu Quan realized that there were plenty of people actively seeking them out to buy property and hand over money.
Thinking of this, Wu Quan's expression instantly became extremely complicated, an emotion that seemed like a mix of entanglement, worry, and disbelief.
His lips trembled slightly, and he started to speak several times only to stop, seemingly having a thousand words in his heart but not knowing where to begin.
After maintaining this deadlock for about ten seconds, Wu Quan finally mustered the courage to open his mouth.
"Dad, you... doing this... aren't you worried about..."
However, the rest of the sentence ultimately got stuck in his throat and failed to be fully spoken.
Wu Zhenyu knew what his son meant.
But after more than ten years in his position, his after-tax salary still couldn't compare to that of young white-collar workers in some large companies.
When someone offered to buy his house just for him helping with a small favor, especially at a price above the market rate, it was truly difficult to refuse such an attractive offer.
After all, who doesn't want themselves and their family to live a better life?
That was why he had shown such a complex expression when he first heard Wu Quan bring up this matter.
Although both involved favors, the project Jiang Cheng provided was legitimate.
The money flowing from the stock market was clean and could withstand scrutiny... as long as taxes were paid legally, there would be no need to be taken in for questioning... Moreover, there was another difference: selling houses meant others were asking him for favors.
But profiting from the stock market meant obeying Jiang Cheng and joining his faction... He hadn't returned to his own villa for several days.
After the rolls-royce stopped, Xia Li would always come out smiling to greet him. However, this time, she was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
His gaze swept over the aunties performing their daily cleaning duties, but he did not open his mouth to ask about Xia Li's whereabouts.
After silently surveying the living room, he stepped inside.
As soon as he stepped inside, a wave of warmth immediately enveloped him.
Jiang Cheng skillfully changed into comfortable indoor slippers, then casually took off the slightly heavy coat he was wearing.
Next, he walked with light steps towards his room upstairs.
It was only when he reached the door of the room that he found Xia Li standing with her back to the door, completely focused on tidying the pillows on the bed.
From this angle, one could clearly see her beautiful, waterfall-like hair pulled up high.
Revealing a section of her fair, slender neck.
She was softly humming a tune, looking completely relaxed and at ease.
Upon closer inspection, a faint wireless earbud cord was visible on her small, delicate ear.
Her gently swaying head indicated that she was clearly listening to music through the earphones.
No wonder she hadn't heard his car arrive downstairs.
And even though he had been standing by the door observing her for over ten seconds, Xia Li still hadn't heard him.
It turned out to be because she was wearing headphones and listening to music.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng did not make a sound, quietly standing where he was and observing Xia Li.
Usually, she was extremely respectful whenever she saw him.
He hadn't expected her private demeanor to be like this.