"I suddenly remembered there's still soup in the pot. You two talk first," Shen Rou said before heading into the kitchen.
As soon as she left, Zhang Chongan's expression turned serious. He looked at Jiang Han with a sharp gaze.
"You came to the right person. So, tell me, what's your plan?"
Jiang Han had already prepared his response in advance. It was crucial to keep his real situation a secret to avoid any suspicion. If he could accumulate funds smoothly in the stock market, everything else would be much easier.
"Here's the thing—I told my dad that I wanted to try my hand in the stock market, so he gave me some capital. Now, I want to invest it," Jiang Han explained calmly.
Zhang Chongan fell into deep thought. After a moment, he looked up.
"You want me to guide you?"
Jiang Han nodded. "Exactly."
"No problem. Follow me tomorrow morning. Once the market opens, I'll help you get started."
Suddenly, Zhang Chongan seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, you're just here to test the waters, right? You're not planning to invest too much, are you?"
Jiang Han had no intention of hiding it. In fact, he saw this as an opportunity to earn Zhang Chongan's trust.
"It's not much—just five million."
"Pfft—!"
Zhang Chongan nearly spat out his water. His eyes widened like copper bells as he struggled to swallow.
"How much?!"
"Five million. Calm down, you're overreacting," Jiang Han replied casually.
"Overreacting?!" Zhang Chongan looked like he had seen a ghost. "You're putting five million into the stock market just to 'play around'?!"
Jiang Han shrugged. "My family's money didn't come from thin air. If I lose it, my dad will break my legs. That's why I need your help with things like capital verification and account opening. Of course, I'll also make sure you get some credit for it."
Zhang Chongan sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, fine. Leave everything to me. And forget about capital verification—I know your family. You're basically a walking bank card. I'll take you to the stock exchange tomorrow morning."
Jiang Han finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Had it been before, he wouldn't have cared whether they verified the capital or not. But now, if the company did a background check and found something suspicious, it would ruin everything.
With his plan successfully set in motion, Jiang Han grinned. "Deal."
They clinked their glasses together. As Zhang Chongan took another sip, he sighed again.
"Five million just to practice… If I could do that even once in my life, I'd die happy."
Jiang Han chuckled. "Your priority is supporting your family with your wife. Some things aren't meant to be forced. What's yours will come to you when the time is right."
Zhang Chongan blinked, then nodded. "You're right. I got carried away."
Just then, Shen Rou emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming pot of seaweed egg drop soup. The rich aroma filled the dining room.
"Soup's ready!"
"Wow, sister-in-law, your cooking keeps getting better. This smells amazing!"
"Xiaorou, slow down, be careful of the heat. Hand me the soup."
Laughter and chatter filled the table as they enjoyed the meal together.
By the time dinner ended, Zhang Chongan volunteered to clean up. Jiang Han, exhausted from the long day, bid them goodnight and went to rest.
Meanwhile, Shen Rou began unpacking the gifts Jiang Han had brought. But as she opened each package, she suddenly froze.
Since their wedding house hadn't been renovated yet, they were still living in a rented apartment with only the bare necessities.
Yet, Jiang Han's gifts covered everything—from a smart rice cooker to a high-end electric shaver—almost twenty different items, all carefully selected to improve their daily life.
And every single one was from a well-known brand. The total cost had easily crossed five figures!
Just then, Zhang Chongan finished washing the dishes and walked over. Seeing his wife standing there, staring blankly at the table, he patted her shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Rou let out a helpless laugh and pointed at the pile of gifts. "This… this is too much."
Zhang Chongan followed her gaze and immediately sucked in a sharp breath.
"No wonder that kid didn't let me go with him to the mall. This… this must be worth half a year's salary!"
Shen Rou hesitated. "Do we really accept this?"
Zhang Chongan thought for a moment before chuckling. "Of course, we accept it. He gave these gifts sincerely—clearly, he considers us family. If we refuse, it would just be unnecessary politeness. Let's take them, and when we get the chance, we'll return the favor."
Hearing this, Shen Rou nodded lightly.
The night passed in silence.