Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 56

At 11 a.m., everything was ready. Jiang Tian forcefully took delivery of the car.

As the vehicle glided smoothly past the gates, every employee in the 4S shop stood at attention, their gazes lingering long after the car had disappeared.

“Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, on your new Rolls-Royce Phantom! We look forward to your next visit!”

Li Lanlan set off a string of 10,000 firecrackers at the entrance, watching Jiang Tian’s departing car with gratitude.

“Keep going!”

Jiang Tian rolled down the window, flashed a faint smile, and gave Li Lanlan a victorious “V” sign.

‘So handsome… Thank you!’

Li Lanlan silently repeated the words in her heart, her cheeks flushing as she lowered her head with a smile.

Thanks to this sale, she was quickly promoted to sales manager and later achieved remarkable success in the automotive industry.

Yet, that casual smile and carefree gesture of Jiang Tian’s remained etched in her memory forever.

Countless nights, she would replay this scene in her dreams, waking up with silent tears.

Sometimes, the things we can’t possess become the most mysterious, the most cherished.

In this vast, bustling world, even the smallest people have a corner of their hearts untouched by others—a place where their most beautiful memories reside.

…

“Sis Jun, we were wrong! All of us!”

Lu Biyao stormed into the elite social club and plopped onto the sofa, her face etched with anxiety.

“Wrong about what?” Fu Lanjun frowned, confused.

“I just saw Jiang Tian buying a Rolls-Royce Phantom for Zhao Xueqing—paid in full, ten million yuan!” Lu Biyao exclaimed, her voice dripping with envy and regret.

“Impossible. The Jiang family’s finances are tight. They wouldn’t give him that kind of money!” Fu Lanjun refused to believe it.

“I saw it with my own eyes! Maybe he earned it himself?” Lu Biyao insisted.

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

Fu Lanjun quickly regained her composure, smirking dismissively. “Jiang Tian is useless. Rumor has it he even damaged his brain from drinking—half-mad, barely able to take care of himself. Earn money? Please.”

She stood up, gazing at the glittering financial district outside, her fingers idly toying with a sandalwood bracelet.

“He’s probably just putting on a show. The Jiang family is struggling, so they want to project strength—to secure investments and stabilize relationships.”

With a scornful laugh, she added, “This happens all the time. When families or companies are in trouble, they splurge on lavish weddings or high-profile events to fake prosperity. In reality, they’re just burning through savings—or worse, borrowing from the future.”

“Oh… that makes sense.”

After a moment’s thought, Lu Biyao nodded, convinced.

“I might’ve acted too impulsively.”

She sighed, her brow furrowed. “Compared to Jiang Tian, Fan Tao looks like a beggar. So I… broke up with him.”

“Wasn’t he about to buy you a car? Why break up?” Fu Lanjun asked.

“A lousy 500,000-yuan car, and he wanted to pay in installments! How embarrassing! I thought his dad being a district head meant money, but he’s so stingy!” Lu Biyao grumbled.

“Well, breaking up might be for the best. You two weren’t a good match anyway.” Fu Lanjun wasn’t surprised.

In their social circle, apart from the aloof Tang Linglong and the “naïve” Zhao Xueqing, most girls cycled through boyfriends every few months.

They were no longer starry-eyed romantics—their partners had to be wealthy, powerful, and influential.

If a man failed to meet expectations, he was swiftly replaced.

“Then you have to introduce me to someone new! I’m not getting any younger!” Lu Biyao pleaded.

“Actually, I do have someone in mind.” Fu Lanjun smiled.

“Who?”

“Long Wuye’s son—Long Gaitian.”

“Long Wu? The gangster-turned-businessman?” Lu Biyao hesitated.

The Longwei Group’s assets dwarfed the Lu family’s by a hundredfold, placing them among Lin City’s top ten wealthiest clans.

But Long Wu’s origins were murky—his empire built on underworld ties.

“So what if he started in the underworld? He’s close to Tang Wannian of the Tang family. He’s long since gone legit.”

Fu Lanjun added, “Besides, Long Gaitian studied law—he’s a master’s graduate, a former lawyer. He’s the one who cleaned up the family’s image. He’s capable.”

“In Lin City, the only young masters who outrank him are Tang Jianfeng (Tang Wannian’s son) and Liu Tianle (the mayor’s son).”

“He’s a top lawyer too!”

Lu Biyao’s eyes widened with interest.

True, the Longwei Group was worth billions, with deep connections and influence. If she could secure the Long family’s backing, she’d be untouchable in Lin City!

“That was before. Now he runs the entire Longwei Group.”

“Well? Interested?”

Fu Lanjun chuckled, her beauty radiant. “Tomorrow’s his birthday. He’s hosting a party at the Imperial Club. I’ll take you.”

“Thank you, Sis Jun! If I can win Long Gaitian over, I’ll owe you everything!”

Lu Biyao’s mood lifted instantly.

No matter how impressive Jiang Tian seemed, he was still from a declining family—nothing compared to the rising star Long Gaitian.

“I hope it works out. We’re not getting any younger. A woman’s prime is fleeting—we have to seize the moment.” Fu Lanjun sighed.

“You’re right, but… why haven’t you found someone yet?” Lu Biyao asked, leaning in.

“What’s the rush? None are worthy…”

Fu Lanjun’s gaze turned distant.

In all of Lin City, the only man who matched her standards was Tang Jianfeng. The rest—Long Gaitian, Liu Letian—were beneath him.

…

That weekend, Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing enjoyed a quiet happiness—shopping, cooking, living like a newlywed couple.

After buying the car, Jiang Tian treated Zhao Xueqing to new clothes and household essentials.

On Sunday afternoon, Zhao Xueqing gifted Jiang Tian the latest smartphone.

“You’re not the same person anymore. Important people respect you now. You can’t live like a caveman without a phone.”

The moment he got it, Jiang Tian texted Shen Le, sharing his new number.

In their past life, Shen Le had his legs broken by Liu Wangfeng while protecting Zhao Xueqing for Jiang Tian.

This debt of gratitude, Jiang Tian would repay a hundredfold.

“Jiang Tian, come help! I’m proposing to my girlfriend today!”

Shen Le called immediately after receiving the text.

“Xueqing, I have something to attend to…” Jiang Tian sought her permission first.

Zhao Xueqing, tired, opted to rest while Jiang Tian took a taxi to the Imperial Club.

Surprisingly, Shen Le had chosen this high-end venue for his proposal.

Jiang Tian didn’t notify Zhou Zhenghao, not wanting distractions. Tonight was just for catching up with Shen Le.

“Jiang Tian! You’re here!”

Shen Le, dressed sharply in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks, greeted him warmly.

The private room was decorated with hundreds of balloons forming a heart, a banner reading “Li Danni, I Love You” stretched across the wall.

Friends held party poppers, glow sticks, and plastic clappers, ready to cheer.

“You vanished after quitting your job! No contact at all?” Shen Le punched Jiang Tian’s shoulder playfully.

“Left in a hurry. But I’m here now.” Jiang Tian grinned.

Once, as the revered Taichu Immortal, no one would dare call him names. Yet now, hearing his old friend’s teasing, he felt nothing but warmth.

“When my girlfriend arrives, hype it up for me!” Shen Le urged.

“Don’t worry! We’ve got you!”

“You’re really splurging for this!”

“That diamond ring cost three months of my salary—50,000 yuan!”

Shen Le then introduced Jiang Tian to the group, pointing at a girl. “Li Rui, you’re single, right? Jiang Tian’s available too!”

Li Rui, a tall, striking woman in a miniskirt and stilettos, shot Jiang Tian a disdainful look.

“No thanks. I’m not interested in small fries.”

She had suitors lining up—wealthy heirs, not some ordinary salaryman.

“Haha, Li Rui’s just joking! Let’s drink!” Shen Le laughed awkwardly, relieved Jiang Tian didn’t react.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

A slender, pretty girl walked in, her expression cold.

“Shen Le, what’s this? We broke up!”

“Danni, I know you’re just upset. You still love me!”

Shen Le dropped to one knee, presenting a diamond ring.

“Danni, marry me!”

“Marry him! Marry him!” The crowd erupted, poppers bursting, confetti flying.

Li Danni picked up the ring, sneered, and tossed it aside like trash.

“Such a tiny diamond? How pathetic. A loser like you isn’t worthy of me!”

“Danni!” Shen Le’s smile shattered.

The room fell silent.

“Don’t bother me again. I have a boyfriend now.”

With that, she turned and left.

“In her past life, she was shallow. And in this one… nothing’s changed.”

Jiang Tian sighed, his gaze distant.