HBWMA -Chapter 287 Counter-Attack

“Damn brat, what exactly is wrong with her brain?”

As soon as Su Li left the café, her true nature was fully exposed. She lit a cigarette and cursed all the way down the street.

However, she wasn’t easy to fool. Although she had no evidence, she could faintly sense that something was off.

After thinking it over, Su Li took out her phone and was about to make a call. Just then, her eyes casually swept across a glass window by the street—her expression shifted slightly. She immediately put her phone away and deliberately walked toward a less crowded area.

Turning into a narrow alley, Su Li lifted her chin and exhaled a ring of smoke.

“Come out.”

Not long after, a figure stepped out from the corner—it was Jiang Huashan.

Su Li looked her up and down. “You’ve been following me since I left. What exactly do you want?”

She already knew the girl in front of her was connected to the Shen family, so she maintained a bit of restraint.

Jiang Huashan crossed her arms and imitated Su Li’s arrogant gaze, sizing her up in return. “What’s your relationship with Su Miao?”

Su Li couldn’t figure out Jiang Huashan’s intention for a moment and instead asked, “You followed me for several blocks just to ask that? No, what does it have to do with you?”

“Of course it has to do with me.” Jiang Huashan put on an overbearing attitude. “The Su family is a prestigious noble family. How could they allow Su Miao to associate with someone like you? Do you two have some kind of unspeakable secret?”

Su Li was furious. “Someone like me? What kind of person am I supposed to be?”

Jiang Huashan raised her hand, pointing at her with a delicate, mocking gesture as she circled her once. “A low-class person.”

“……”

Su Li closed her eyes. She hadn’t experienced such elite-level arrogance even from Su Miao—but now she finally felt it thoroughly from Jiang Huashan.

Jiang Huashan rested a hand on her chin. “So? What unspeakable secret do you two have?”

Su Li could tell this Miss Shen was not only sharp-tongued but also had a princess syndrome. To avoid exposing herself, it was better not to engage.

“I’ll give you one million.”

Su Li froze mid-step, as if struck by some invisible force. She turned back instantly. “How much?”

Jiang Huashan said lightly, “What I hate most is Su Miao’s self-righteous attitude. But she has the Su family backing her. If you really have her secret, I’ll buy it.”

Su Li was tempted—but then she thought of the bald man’s methods and immediately suppressed the thought.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But a greedy person’s eyes could never lie.

For a gambler, greed was her fatal weakness.

Jiang Huashan lazily raised five fingers. “Five million.”

“What?!!!”

Su Li gasped sharply.

So this is how rich young ladies raise the price—one million straight to five million?

Crazy.

She immediately grew suspicious. “What kind of grudge do you have against Su Miao? You’d spend five million just to target her?”

No matter how she looked at it, this felt like an obvious trap.

Jiang Huashan shook her head in disdain. “Low-class people are just low-class people. Is five million a lot? I’m just buying myself some fun.”

Su Li’s eyes flickered. She wanted to leave—but couldn’t bear to give up the huge sum in front of her.

“But…” Jiang Huashan paused. “You’ve reminded me. Everything has to be cost-effective. If five million only makes Su Miao unhappy for a moment, it’s not worth it. One million would be enough. But if it can make her utterly humiliated and turn her into the laughingstock of high society in Whale Harbor, then even ten million would be worth it. I don’t lack money—I lack entertainment.”

Another five million… that would be ten million?

If she had ten million, would she still need to live like a dog, bowing and scraping under others?

Su Li clenched her teeth and decided to take the gamble.

“Are you serious?”

Jiang Huashan smiled slightly. “Looks like I guessed right—you really do have Su Miao’s weakness.”

Now Su Li no longer fully trusted Jiang Huashan. After some thought, she said cautiously: “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

Jiang Huashan frowned, looking disgusted as she unlocked her phone. Su Li glanced at it, then shifted her gaze back to her face. After thinking it over, greed ultimately won out. She took out her phone and added her as a friend.

Before Su Li even reacted, a transfer notification popped up on the screen.

She counted it—five zeros. A full 200,000.

What was more terrifying than the 200,000 was the system notification: her daily transfer limit had already been reached. In other words, this 200,000 was the maximum allowed by her account’s restriction, not the young lady’s limit.

“Annoying. Even sending this little money requires entering it ten times,” Jiang Huashan muttered impatiently. “Hey! Give me your bank account. I’ll send you another 800,000.”

“W-what?” Su Li was completely stunned by the amount, staring blankly at Jiang Huashan.

Jiang Huashan covered her ears. “Why are you shouting? You’re hurting my ears.”

To Su Li now, Jiang Huashan looked like a walking god of wealth. She quickly covered her mouth, afraid she might scare the “fortune goddess” away.

Jiang Huashan said, “Consider this my deposit. If your information is valuable, the rest will be paid later.”

Su Li didn’t hesitate anymore and immediately sent over her bank account number. This girl in front of her seemed like she didn’t have much sense—better to grab this million first.

Jiang Huashan had already guessed what Su Li was thinking. She put on the attitude of a vicious rich young lady and warned her coldly:

“Let me warn you—don’t think just because I’m young you can fool me. I hate it most when people go against me. I can casually give you a million today, and tomorrow I can spend five million to bury you alive. Understand?”

Su Li swallowed nervously. “Don’t worry, Miss Shen.”

Jiang Huashan rolled her eyes at her. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

With that, she turned and left the alley.

After she left, Su Li finally let out a long breath. Years of experience told her that this “Miss Shen” was far more difficult to deal with than Su Miao.

Just a few steps later, her phone rang. It was the bald man.

After weighing it for a moment, Su Li answered with a charming smile. “Brother Zhao.”

“How’s it going?”

Su Li replied casually, “That girl is still a bit guarded…”

Then she briefly and vaguely recounted what happened at the café, deliberately cutting out Jiang Huashan’s appearance entirely.

The reason was simple—she feared the bald man might get ideas and interfere with her own financial gain.

—

Meanwhile, just after Jiang Huashan left the alley, she had already finished typing her message.

[TroublemakerPeace: Sun Wukong plucking hairs to summon monkey soldiers GIF]

[TroublemakerPeace: Shen Turtle Spirit!!!]

The other side replied instantly.

[Shen Turtle Spirit: ?]

Jiang Huashan directly forwarded Su Li’s social account and bank card information.

[TroublemakerPeace: Exchange one request—help me investigate this person, as detailed as possible. Also, check all bank transactions under this account over the past 16 years. Keep it confidential!]

[Shen Turtle Spirit: Okay.]

So straightforward?

She really liked this.

Jiang Huashan stared at the screen for a moment, then sent a cute wink emoji.

[TroublemakerPeace: Thanks, Brother Ling. You’re really super nice~~~]

Three tilde waves—who could resist that? Just take that one percent luck boost, thanks very much.

[Warning: “Heart-fluttering arc – Saving the Pitiful One” rebound detected. Completion rate decreased by 4%.]

Jiang Huashan: “……”