After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future

Chapter 35: A Man Who Works Hard is the Most Handsome

After dinner, Lu Liang drove Zhang Qian and her daughter home.

The day had been exhausting, and Zhang Yun fell asleep in her mother’s arms on the way back.

Carrying Zhang Yun on his back, Lu Liang brought her into the house, laid her on the bed, tucked her in, and quietly closed the door.

Turning to Zhang Qian, he said, “Once you’ve made up your mind, message me. I’ll go with you to sign the contract.”

The 1.3 million transfer fee and 80,000 yuan monthly net profit made it a solid investment. With over 10 million yuan in liquid assets, Lu Liang felt it was time to acquire some tangible properties.

“I’ll look into it a bit more in the next few days,” Zhang Qian replied cautiously.

After hesitating for a moment, she added, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to invest a portion myself.”

“How much are you thinking?” Lu Liang asked, amused.

He admired Zhang Qian’s independence—not just in personality but also financially. She didn’t want to rely entirely on someone else, likely due to her experiences as a single mother raising her daughter alone.

She was different from Li Manli, carefree at 19, living with a "one-person, one-stomach" mindset.

“Forty percent… though 30 percent is fine too,” Zhang Qian said, gauging Lu Liang’s reaction.

Lu Liang chuckled. “Whether you want 40 or 30 percent, either works for me.”

He intended to remain a hands-off investor anyway. The partnership was more about maintaining a long-term, subtly inappropriate relationship with Zhang Qian. The percentage didn’t matter much to him.

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By 8:10 PM, Lu Liang prepared to leave.

With the American market opening at 9 PM Beijing time, both the Asian and European sessions earlier in the day had shown no anomalies.

London gold was priced at $1458.55 per ounce, still $58.7 short of the predicted price. If anything unusual was to happen, it would likely originate from the Americas, spurring the next upward surge in gold prices.

Suddenly, Zhang Qian hugged him from behind, her voice soft against his ear.

“Lu Liang, why don’t you stay at my place tonight?” she whispered.

At this moment, she wasn’t thinking about the complexities. Even without formal status, she felt it would be enough to be his lover for life—as long as he treated her daughter well.

“Next time. I really have work tonight,” Lu Liang said, turning to hold her by the waist.

Their eyes met, and for the first time, Lu Liang saw a deep emotion in her gaze, different from before.

“The door code is 889912. The spare key is usually in the top layer of the fire safety cabinet outside the door,” Zhang Qian said, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. “You’re welcome here anytime. This is your second home.”

“I’ll come by again after I get through this busy period,” Lu Liang promised, nodding. Her eyes revealed a sincerity and warmth he hadn’t noticed before, free of the guardedness she used to have.

Love so thick it could drown him, tenderness so genuine—it was the first time he had experienced such feelings in someone’s eyes.

His previous marriage had been more of a partnership, one that his ex-wife later unilaterally broke.

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Suddenly, a childish voice interrupted them: “Hehehe, so embarrassing!”

Startled, the two quickly stepped apart, embarrassed like teenagers caught sneaking around.

“If you’re awake, go take a bath and do your homework,” Zhang Qian said, blushing with the awkwardness of being caught.

Lu Liang, composed, walked over and patted the little girl’s head.

“Xiaoguai, Uncle Lu has some work to do. I’ll come to see you next time.”

“When’s next time?” she asked, her wide eyes filled with innocence, hoping for a definite answer.

“Hmm… today is Thursday. Let’s say the weekend,” Lu Liang replied after a moment’s thought.

“Promise!”

“Promise,” he said, sealing the deal with a pinky hook.

Before leaving, Lu Liang leaned down and kissed Zhang Qian’s cheek in front of the child.

“I’m off,” he said.

“Bye-bye~” Zhang Qian replied warmly, standing by the door, watching as he entered the elevator.

“Mom, can I call Uncle Lu ‘Dad’ from now on?” Zhang Yun asked suddenly, her eyes filled with hope.

Zhang Qian was silent for a long time, no longer avoiding the topic as she once had.

Kneeling before her daughter, she asked earnestly, “Xiaoguai, do you want him to be your dad?”

“Yes! I like Uncle Lu!” the little girl exclaimed, bursting with excitement as she recounted how he had stood up for her at school.

For the first time, she had a concrete understanding of the word father, something previously only seen in textbooks.

A father was like a towering mountain, or a giant tree offering shade.

“Then be a good girl. Next time, I’ll ask Uncle Lu what he thinks,” Zhang Qian said.

“I promise to be good!” Zhang Yun nodded vigorously, her smile radiant.

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Meanwhile, Lu Liang returned home.

“Manli, make me a coffee,” he called as he headed straight to the study.

By 9 PM, the quiet international gold market had come alive again.

Lu Liang unlocked his loss-positioned trades at $1458.55 per ounce.

With 1540 lots released, his total account loss instantly jumped to $653,300.

At an average cost of $1462.85 per ounce, every 1-point fluctuation equaled a $154,000 swing in profit or loss.

With $5.62 million in margin, Lu Liang could withstand a 27-point drop before facing forced liquidation.

This time, he was going all in, reinvesting all his previous earnings and principal.

The allure of billions was irresistible—perhaps not a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but certainly one of the best.

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A few minutes later, Li Manli entered the study with an iced Americano, playfully sitting on Lu Liang’s lap.

“What’s this?” she asked, staring curiously at the colorful screens.

“Something like stocks,” Lu Liang said casually, wrapping an arm around her waist while keeping his eyes on the monitor.

“What does ‘-73.03 million’ mean?” she asked, pointing to the screen.

“Exactly what it says—down by $730,300,” he said, smiling as another half-point drop added $77,000 to his losses.

“That’s… in dollars, right?” Li Manli asked, her voice trembling. Her eyes darted to the nine-digit balance at the bottom of the screen, which began with a 2.

She was too stunned to calculate.

Lu Liang nodded, not bothering to explain it was leverage-amplified capital.

Her eyes filled with admiration, almost liquid with emotion.

“Darling, can I take a photo?” she asked, eager to share her excitement.

Lu Liang’s face darkened, but he softened, recalling her close ties to Zhou Xiaoqi, who was involved with Meng Changkun.

“You can, but no clear shots of my face or the account details,” he said, his expression easing into a smile.

Manli beamed with excitement, snapping photos from behind him.

“You look so handsome drinking coffee,” she gushed, selecting a few shots.

Lu Liang deleted two, leaving one blurry side profile and a cropped shot of the account, showing a profit of +358.17 million dollars.

Moments earlier, the London gold market had surged 28 points, flipping his losses into gains.

“This… this is over $3 million? In dollars?!” Li Manli exclaimed, wide-eyed with disbelief.

“Out,” Lu Liang said, his focus back on the screen. “Close the door on your way.”

Startled, Manli quietly obeyed, slipping out barefoot to avoid making noise.

Back in her room, she lay on her bed, grinning at the photos.

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Moments later, she posted on WeChat Moments:

“A man who works hard is the most handsome!”

The post quickly gained likes, sparking a frenzy of envy and admiration.

Among the first to react were Zhang Qian and Zhou Xiaoqi…

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