[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich":3,"chapter-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-102":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","What's Wrong with Me Being the Last to Get Rich?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2272679,4439,"Chapter 102: 099 Storm and Rain","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>Bai Xiaosheng met an investor for the first time officially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This event is worth remembering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, after returning to the company, Yu Xing briefly mentioned it and confirmed another meeting the next day—to discuss the communication process with the investor and review Bai Xiaosheng’s operations over this period.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, he also told Liu Wan about his conversation with Xu Xin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, am I your consultant now?” Liu Wan laughed; she truly had no idea what role she played in others’ eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though I haven’t given you the title of consultant, you’re acting as one,” Yu Xing said seriously. “If you’re willing to join Bai Xiaosheng, I’ll give you my office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan pictured the office layout inside Bai Xiaosheng and replied with mock solemnity: “I’m deeply honored—your office is the company’s only one, after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, who wouldn’t say so?” Yu Xing asked a personal question. “Has Shiniang entered the delivery room? When can we meet little Shimei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard to say, but it’ll be tonight—I was just thinking of her name a moment ago,” Liu Wan smiled. “I want her name to come from the Chuci too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing noticed the wording: “Too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, my name came from it too,” Liu Wan explained. “Huan Wan Yan zhi Hua Ying—Wan Yan refers to fine jade; Hua Ying means the essence of fine jade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing exclaimed: “So your name is Liu Mei Yu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing waited five seconds, heard no response, and called out: “Mei Yu? Mei Yu, where are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing, just spat some blood, wiped it off,” Liu Wan said, suppressing her urge to hit him. “I picked her name from ‘Yu Se Ping Yi Wan Yan Xi, Jing Chun Cui Er Shi Zhuang’—guess what it is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing, listening to the voice on the phone, couldn’t make out the characters and guessed weakly: “Liu Yu Yan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan beamed: “Wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She revealed the answer: “Zhuang Zhuang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time it was Yu Xing’s turn to fall silent: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s her nickname! Already decided!” Liu Wan laughed. “Her nickname is Liu Zhuang Zhuang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing lied: “Not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha,” Liu Wan laughed. “The formal name? Let them decide—but I’ve already firmly opposed my brother’s idea: he wants to name her Liu Ren Dong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing now understood: “Then just call her Liu Jin Yin Hua. Ren Dong, Ren Dong—it’s winter coming, the name’s meaningful: resilient, unyielding, unafraid of hardship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ren Dong is the scientific name for honeysuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder you’re his disciple—you sound just like him,” Liu Wan grumbled. “I’ve already texted Rong Jie—this name is absolutely out. It’s for a girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyway, whatever name we pick, she’s my little...” Yu Xing stopped, chuckled twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Shimei? Or little niece?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan heard only half, instantly guessed his next word, and switched topics abruptly: “You met Xu Xin—what’s she like?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s she like?” Yu Xing paused, recalling. “Hard to say. Honestly, I’m barefoot—I don’t fear those in shoes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan mused: “Then I really want to know how she’d describe your style.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What style do I have?” Yu Xing dismissed it. “I only care whether she’ll invest, whether we can reconnect. But even without Xu Xin, I’ve got Xiao Ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan hummed, then said slowly: “Once Rong Jie settles down, I’ll fly to Xiangjiang—it’ll be easier to handle things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing perked up: “Good! Let Shiniang’s childbirth be our signal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Liu Wan was about to speak, the delivery room door opened. Her brother rushed forward, then smiled—mother and daughter were safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood up, hurriedly said: “The signal’s sounded. Stay in touch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing took a breath, listened to the dial tone, and knew his first short position had entered its final countdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat still for a moment, then drafted two texts—one to his Master, one to Shiniang—congratulating them on their second love child. Naturally, no reply came yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the deep night, Yu Xing thought of Bai Xiaosheng’s funding, then of his short plan, then of Xiao Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The New Year wasn’t far off—he hoped for a good harvest before then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Yu Xing joined the ground promotion team on the front lines, observing both employees’ work and potential users’ reactions to the website.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, Bai Xiaosheng already had two noteworthy workplace topics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, unlike their earlier promotion in Xiecheng, this time many users had heard of Bai Xiaosheng—even some registered users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was reassuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Yu Xing could savor it, he received a call from Lu Haiying: Song Yufeng had been beaten again—just after being discharged!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing was stunned, immediately returned to the company, and learned the details en route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he wasn’t fully beaten...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng’s arm hadn’t fully healed—he needed rest—but upon hearing the company would hold a meeting that afternoon, he checked out anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, alongside the Steel Chairman’s arrival came a team from Xiecheng delivering a legal notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other side was hostile; seeing Bai Xiaosheng’s tiny website operating in such a place, their tone dripped with sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng, relying on his recent discharge as a patient and under his girlfriend’s watchful eyes, he...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Got shoved, fell Shunshi  to the ground; the other side mimicked him, lying down in Bai Xiaosheng’s office area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Yu Xing returned, both parties were already at the hospital—his uncle would soon go ask for details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard Lu Haiying’s fuller account and thought: this whole thing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with Feng Ge? We asked him to work hard, not to risk his life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying commented: “Feng Ge seems genuinely brave—he has the spirit of an owner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing pondered, then called Kong Huilin—who had followed again—and reminded her once more to take good care of the Steel Chairman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, he noticed the office atmosphere was unusually calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying explained: “Everyone’s gotten used to it—we’re not as panicked as last time. Besides, this time it’s just a legal notice, no computers smashed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing laughed bitterly: “Is this supposed to be reassuring?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying thought a moment, uncertainly replied: “I guess so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company had been open less than three months—already two conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesuan …… Yesuanshichuledianchengji 。\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing didn’t need to comfort his colleagues—he walked around twice before reading the legal notice, seeing it concerned reputation rights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, how do we handle this?” Lu Haiying asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We should hire a full-time legal officer,” Yu Xing mused. “If we get Series A funding, we’ll hire one. There’ll likely be more such incidents—no need to act now. If they sue, we’ll respond.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today seemed to be notice day—by noon, another legal notice arrived from Pengcheng: Zhen Ai Wang’s belated warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing didn’t care much—he posted both notices on Bai Xiaosheng’s site, signaling the website’s stance, which naturally sparked minor discussion and spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xiaosheng was just a sketchy site—but this role seemed determined to make some noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The site’s image needed shaping; a few top posts couldn’t convince anyone. But these two incidents, with direct warnings from involved parties, made Bai Xiaosheng’s existence feel tangible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing waited for Zhen Ai Wang’s payday—if he didn’t get his third month’s salary, he’d send them a notice too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song, boss of Zhen Ai Wang, arrived in Shanghai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he truly came to observe his company’s development in Shanghai and exchange views with peers—but mainly to speak with the well-known investor, Ms. Xu Xin, about financing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song had spoken with Xu Xin before, but never formally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he brought signed term sheets from other investors, aiming for a formal discussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song desperately wanted to advance Zhen Ai Wang, hoping it would become a listed company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not sought greater achievements, his pre-entrepreneurship earnings would’ve granted him financial freedom—but he believed life needed greater challenges to be meaningful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, face life’s challenges with a smile!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>January 3rd, 5 p.m.—the couple met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Busy, Boss Xu,” Li Song teased his wife cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly busy,” Xu Xin replied seriously. “‘Qu Na’ wants funding—I’m still hesitating, but two others are more interested. Also, we have valuation disagreements. Let’s wait—might not settle before the New Year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some funding rounds move fast; others drag on. ‘Qu Na’s third round involves at least four institutions, each with slightly different opinions—time may stretch further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No dinner tonight?” Li Song didn’t want to interfere with her work. “If you’re busy, go ahead—I’ll visit some peer companies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin instinctively wanted to ask about Bai Xiaosheng in Shanghai—but realized he meant Shiji Jiayuan, also based there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought a moment: “No plans tonight. Tomorrow I’ll be busy all day, the day after, half a day. You came just to meet peers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song smiled: “Can’t I come to see you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin understood his intent and smiled back: “Of course. How about the day after tomorrow afternoon? I’ll treat you to a tour of my office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song felt this was a good start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife surely knew part of his purpose—but since she was still willing to talk, there was room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set business aside for now and shared a Western meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Li Song visited Shiji Jiayuan’s Shanghai headquarters, exchanging views on market shifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the third day, after a light lunch, he eagerly carried his company’s term sheet straight to Jin Ri Capital’s headquarters, receiving a warm reception from the partners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin’s dinner hadn’t ended yet—she hadn’t arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song chatted with the partners, reminisced about his finance days, and felt how much the world had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 1:30 p.m., the partner had another meeting—Li Song walked into Xu Xin’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his term sheet on the desk beforehand, mentally rehearsed his words, waited a moment, then rose to gaze out the window at the street below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Li Song sat in Xu Xin’s usual chair, opened Zhen Ai Wang’s term sheet, and smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did miss those pre-entrepreneurship days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life was strange—he never imagined his wife would become a renowned investor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, closed his term sheet, and rose—then noticed a document beneath it, its cover page revealing two characters: “Xiang Shu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song pulled it out curiously and saw it was another “letter of investment intent”; flipping through it, his first glance caught a flurry of checkmarks and annotations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, his wife had read it carefully and thought deeply about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second glance—Bai Xiaosheng?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That company name sounded familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third glance—his smile froze instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai… Xiao… Sheng??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song stared, bewildered and stunned—Bai Xiaosheng’s letter of investment intent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did this thing just invest in… my wife??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Li Song could fully process his emotions, the office door opened—he looked up to see Xu Xin striding in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin noticed the documents on the desk and her husband’s furious expression; calmly turning back, she told her secretary, “Leave for now. Don’t come in unless I call you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary slipped out silently, sensing an impending family storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song snatched up the letter of investment intent, struggling to control his temper, and spat out three words: “Explain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin spoke gently: “It’s just a website seeking funding. I didn’t invest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song gripped the document in his left hand, pointed at the annotations with his right, and asked coldly: “Who wrote ‘has potential’ here? Did you not invest—or did you just not get around to it?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calm down,” Xu Xin soothed. “Bai Xiaosheng came to us, not the other way around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How am I supposed to calm down? Bai Xiaosheng? Seriously?!” Li Song let the document drop onto the desk, laughing bitterly in rage. “Do you even know what it’s done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know it sabotaged two of my funding rounds?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Xu Zong, Xu Zong—you know this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine—now you’re telling me you think this project’s good and you’re considering investing??”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My god, what are you doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song lost control, firing off rapid-fire questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin frowned and repeated: “It came to me. I didn’t invest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It came to you? Couldn’t you just kick it out?” Li Song glared at his wife. “Are you really that generous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin opened her mouth but said nothing—she had tried to kick it out… but failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her expression, Li Song’s anger surged further: “You accepted its letter, you read it, you annotated it—why didn’t you tell me? Not in a phone call, not face-to-face—why not a single word?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was afraid you’d overthink it,” Xu Xin said calmly. “Besides, this is work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Work? Work? Oh, work.” Li Song repeated it three times. “This is the work of a famous investor—fine, fine—you won’t even invest five hundred yuan in me, but now you’re going to give it five million?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was beyond rage, voice cracking: “Five… million?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut off Xu Xin’s attempt to speak, voice still shattered: “Five million… dollars??”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin sighed: “You’re too emotional. Can you sit down and talk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to go public—and he broke my legs! You want me not to be furious?!” Li Song remained agitated but seized the opening: “You should’ve invested in me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin looked at her husband, into his eyes—and honestly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fury in them had dimmed somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke slowly: “We’ve discussed this before. If your company isn’t profitable, I won’t invest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song’s anger, just subsided, flared up again—he snatched the document off the desk: “A brand-new company? Can it even make money? Is it profitable enough?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin shook her head: “So I didn’t invest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you invest later?” Li Song pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin hesitated two seconds, then said: “I haven’t decided yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Song let out a bitter laugh: “Fine, fine—‘haven’t decided yet’—perfect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed the letter of investment intent onto the desk, picked up his own company’s document, and walked straight out of the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin felt a pounding headache—this needed another serious talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she’d begun to collect her thoughts, her phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Xu Zong, I took a quick look at Bai Xiaosheng’s situation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Xu Xin, hardened by years of storms, felt her head throb again at the name—she interrupted: “Just give me your conclusion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A firm voice came from the other end: “One word—invest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One word,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xin rubbed her temples—this…\u003C\u002Fp>",2369,"2026-06-19T22:51:34.189Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dd5f38dd5ef758d005860402fadcb751db29ba934603f16c2a67d2296ddfea15","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-103","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-101",328,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwhat-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-cover.jpg"]