After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 330 An accident happens

He didn't get home until 3 a.m. today, and his suit still had the salty smell of the sea breeze on it, which he picked up while dealing with the legacy issues of the Fan Group in Qingdao.

The bathroom door opened and closed softly, and Jiang Yichen emerged, drying his wet hair. Water droplets slid down his muscular chest and into his pajama bottoms. He noticed my stiff posture and his brows furrowed immediately: "Is your wound hurting again?" Before I could answer, he had already knelt on one knee in front of the sofa, his warm hand resting on my lower back.

His technique was terrifyingly precise; his fingertips circled the knots on both sides of his lumbar spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve the soreness and swelling.

I groaned softly and snuggled into his arms. The scent of cedar mixed with sea salt enveloped me, and the pale pink scar below his left collarbone pressed against my forehead—a badge of honor he received last year for shielding me from a knife.

“Jiang Yichen, the company is about to start up…” I suddenly spoke, my voice muffled, “but, will we be busier and busier in the future?”

He paused, then suddenly lifted me up by my knees.

I gasped and hugged his neck as he placed me on a desk piled high with reports.

He braced his hands on either side of me, water droplets dripping from his hair onto my collarbone: "From the moment you sneaked off to discuss business when you were seven months pregnant, I knew I couldn't stop you." His fingertips traced the faint scar on my collarbone, a badge of honor left from the heavy bleeding during my C-section. "But you have to promise me, don't risk your life."

I grabbed his collar and bit his chin, tasting the minty flavor of his aftershave: "Mr. Jiang, are you going to invest money in me?"

He chuckled softly, then suddenly picked me up and carried me to the bedroom: "Investing money is fine, but pay the interest first."

We rolled onto the large bed covered with silk sheets. His kisses carried a punitive undertone, but suddenly softened when they touched the scar on my abdomen.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a soft glow on his back, the old and new scars shimmering in the silvery light. The moment he kissed me, I suddenly remembered a time when he too had that same ruthless, all-or-nothing intensity.

“Momo,” he said, his forehead pressed against mine, his voice hoarse.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her fingernails digging into his tight clothes.

We were like two intertwined redwoods, clinging to each other's roots in the storm. As the kiss reached its climax, he whispered in my ear, "Have Lin Nan send the investment agreement over tomorrow."

At four in the morning, I sat on the bay window wrapped in Jiang Yichen's shirt.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights still shone brightly. My phone screen showed unread messages from Fan Shuiguang. I opened the factory floor plan he sent and suddenly noticed that an area marked "raw material warehouse" overlapped with the coordinates of the chemical company that Jiang Yichen had acquired last month.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Yichen appeared behind me unnoticed, draping a cashmere shawl over my shoulders. I looked up at him, the moonlight casting shadows on his eyelashes: "You knew about Fan Shuiguang's plan all along?"

He lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing against the hair at the back of my neck: "Last month in Qingdao, I asked her to send me the factory's environmental impact assessment report."

The shawl still held the warmth of his body. "If you want to build a brand, I'll give you the supply chain; if you want a voice, I'll give you a seat on the board." Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his throbbing carotid artery. "As long as you're happy."

I grabbed his wrist with my other hand, feeling the warmth of our blood connection, and pulled it down with all my might.

Jiang Yichen, why didn't you let me win? He saw that I was hurt by him, so he pretended to lose.

My phone screen lit up again; it was a market research report sent by Xiaotian. I scrolled through the full bar charts, then suddenly turned and bit Jiang Yichen's earlobe: "President Jiang, how about we locate our first offline experience store right across from your company?"

He chuckled softly, his chest heaving against my back: "Mrs. Gu, are you going to challenge me?"

“No,” I said, tracing the lifeline on his palm with my fingertips, “I want to be your eternal rival.”

The next morning, I took my studio team straight to the factory, leaving my child in my grandmother's care. Fan Shuiguang was already waiting for us at the door. She was wearing a well-tailored suit, and her face showed the wear and tear of a young person who had experienced many hardships, but she was full of energy. She greeted me as soon as she saw me.

"Momo, you're here!" She hurried over, her voice brimming with undisguised excitement. "I've prepared the factory renovation plan. Take a look and see if there's anything that needs adjusting."

I took the document she handed me and quickly glanced through it.

I must say, Fan Shuiguang's plan was even more comprehensive than I had imagined. He had meticulously planned everything from raw material procurement to production line modifications and even employee training. The only problem was—funding.

"How big is the funding gap?" I asked him, looking up at him with a serious tone.

Fan Shuiguang scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "We're still short fifty million."

Fifty million is no small sum for me right now. Although Jiang Yichen agreed to invest, I don't want to rely on him completely. I lowered my head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of a bold plan.

“Sweetie,” I turned to my assistant behind me, “contact a few investment institutions we’ve worked with before and tell them we have a new project and would like to invite them to visit.”

Little Sweetie nodded immediately, took out her phone, and started making arrangements.

Fan Shuiguang looked at me with some doubt: "Gu Mo, what are you going to do..."

I curled the corners of my lips into a confident smile: "If we're going to play, let's play big."

Three days later, the factory welcomed a group of special guests—the heads of several top investment institutions. I gave them a tour of the production line and explained our products and future plans in detail.

Fan Shuiguang walked alongside me, occasionally adding a few words. Her professionalism and composure earned frequent nods of approval from the investors.

After the tour, we held a two-hour negotiation in the conference room. I sat in the main seat, holding a thick contract in my hand, and said calmly and firmly: "Our goal is to create a brand new maternity and baby brand, not only to do online live streaming, but also to set up offline experience stores. In the next three years, we expect to achieve a market share of 20%."

The investors exchanged glances, and one of the older men spoke up: "Gu Mo, your plan is very attractive, but what we are more concerned about is—how do you guarantee the stability of the supply chain?"

I smiled slightly and turned to look at Fan Shuiguang.

She immediately understood and handed a document to the other party: "This is our supply chain agreement with the Jiang Group. All raw materials are provided by chemical companies under the Jiang Group, and the quality and stability are absolutely guaranteed."

"And the reputation of the Fan Group."

The investors' eyes lit up; they clearly had a high regard for the Jiang Group's reputation. The negotiations went smoothly, and we ultimately secured a 50 million investment.

However, just when we thought everything was going well, an accident happened.