“I’m actually quite curious to see just how ‘difficult’ it is.” A glimmer of interest flashed across Jiang Lai’s eyes.
She had originally planned to submit her résumé at the Gu Group’s recruitment fair another day, but she hadn’t expected Gu Qianhe to cling to her so relentlessly.
Since Gu Qianhe was so eager to lose face, it would be a pity not to grant her that wish.
Jiang Lai turned to Gu Xingyun, not in a tone of discussion but decision:
“Big Brother should still have some unpublished interview questions from before. Print me a set now. If I can meet your normal hiring standards, then let me join the Gu Group.”
Gu Xingyun was momentarily stunned by her confidence. After a brief pause, he instructed a servant to print last year’s backup interview questions.
Jiang Lai took the still-warm papers, set her phone aside, and began answering.
In less than half an hour, she finished every question. After a quick review, she handed the papers back to Gu Xingyun.
“You didn’t just scribble nonsense, did you?” he asked hesitantly.
The official time limit for candidates was one hour, and even then many failed to finish. Yet Jiang Lai completed everything in half that time.
Jiang Lai remained calm and composed. “Big Brother can judge for himself.”
Gu Xingyun began reading her answers with skepticism.
Her major in university had been finance, and the questions came from the finance department. To his surprise, her responses were not only flawless but insightful—some even surpassed what seasoned professionals would consider.
If any ordinary interviewer saw this, they would have welcomed her into the company on the spot.
Noticing his shifting expression, Jiang Lai smirked slightly.
“So? Can I work at Gu Group now?”
Gu Xingyun set the papers down as though making a difficult decision.
“…Yes.”
“That’s impossible!” Song Qin exclaimed in disbelief. “How can Jiang Lai work at the company? If this gets out, won’t people laugh at us?!”
“Laugh?” Jiang Lai looked at her coldly, then turned her phone screen toward Song Qin.
“Fake daughter deliberately tried to kill Old Madam Gu — now that would be a much juicier joke.”
After photographing Liu Guohong’s transfer record, Jiang Lai had sent the payer’s card number to Pei Jingchuan. Just now, he had replied.
The transfer came from Xiao Teng—Gu Qianhe’s former manager. A year ago, he had been blacklisted in the industry due to a scandal. Whether he still kept in contact with Gu Qianhe was unclear, but he had no personal grudge against Old Madam Gu. There was no reason for him to take such a risk unless someone instructed him to.
“What are you talking about?” Song Qin stared at Jiang Lai in confusion.
Gu Qianhe tried to kill Old Madam Gu?!
“Grandma’s car accident had my sister’s involvement,” Jiang Lai explained calmly. “I went to see the truck driver—he admitted someone instructed him to take that route.”
Jiang Lai locked eyes with Gu Qianhe, whose gaze flickered with panic.
“And the person who instructed him happens to be your former manager, Xiao Teng.”
Gu Shaochen suddenly stood up.
“With just a bit of ‘investigation,’ you’re already accusing Qianhe? Jiang Lai, how jealous are you of her?!”
He loomed over her, his shadow almost swallowing her whole.
“Apologize to Qianhe!”
“This information came from Pei Jingchuan,” Jiang Lai replied evenly, placing her phone in front of him.
“The Pei family’s information network covers all of China. Do you think they would get a bank account wrong?”
Gu Shaochen also had Pei Jingchuan on WeChat—this was not something Jiang Lai could fake.
Seeing hesitation flash in his eyes, Jiang Lai turned to Gu Qianhe with a challenging smile:
“Sister, if you truly have a clear conscience, why don’t you give me your phone? Once I check it, your innocence will be proven.”
“My phone… disappeared this morning,” Gu Qianhe said quietly, twisting her clothes nervously.
“How coincidental.”
Jiang Lai murmured, secretly activating a locating talisman in her pocket.
A streak of light shot out the window toward the front yard. Everyone stared in shock at a glowing point near the swimming pool.
Jiang Lai walked to the doorway and glanced back at Gu Qianhe.
“Sister really is careless. You left your phone by the pool without even realizing it—but now it’s found.”
Gu Qianhe pointed at the light. “That just now—”
“That was showing where your phone was,” Jiang Lai replied lightly.
“Jiang Lai! How long are you going to keep pretending to be some mystic?!” Song Qin shouted, trembling with anger.
“If I’m pretending, then why not come see for yourself?” Jiang Lai tilted her head with a smile. “Or are you afraid what I said is true?”
Reluctantly, Song Qin followed her.
Gu Qianhe’s phone case—a custom G-brand case encrusted with diamonds—was easy to spot under the pool lights.
Jiang Lai picked it up and unlocked it using Gu Qianhe’s fingerprint.
The top pinned chat was with Xiao Teng. Their last message was a bank transfer receipt—exactly 500,000 yuan.
Song Qin froze.
Her face turned pale, then flushed, unable to speak.
Jiang Lai calmly handed the phone to her and read the messages aloud before asking,
“Madam Gu, do you believe it now?”
“I…” Song Qin had never felt so panicked.
She wanted to trust Gu Qianhe, but the evidence was undeniable.
At that moment, Gu Qianhe burst into tears and ran toward the pool.
“I should have told everyone about staying in contact with Xiao Teng—it’s my fault!” she sobbed.
“His family is poor, and he helped me a lot when he was my manager. I felt sorry for him, so I lent him some money.”
Gu Anchang pulled her behind him protectively.
“Qianhe has always been kind-hearted. We know about Xiao Teng’s situation. Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, Jiang Lai, you should stop being so aggressive.”