Chapter 10: A God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (10)

“But according to the rumors, Second Miss Jiang is said to be deeply fond of Fang Jinnian.” Nan Yan withdrew her smile, her gaze still scrutinizing the other woman, as if seeking the slightest crack in her composure.

“Fond?” Jiang Youyou recalled the original owner of the body—a hopelessly doomed romantic, obsessed with Fang Jinnian, that lunatic. She shuddered involuntarily, goosebumps rising on her skin. “Fond enough to want him dead, does that count?”

Were it not for these deranged men and women, would she have been forced to take extended leave?

Just the thought made her simmer with resentment.

“In that case, Second Miss Jiang, I look forward to our cooperation.” Nan Yan arched her brow and smiled silently.

Jiang Youyou shot Nan Yan a glance, nodded, and said nothing more.

The next morning.

Sister Nan arrived early at the Jiang family villa to pick up Jiang Youyou. The moment she saw the exquisitely beautiful young woman saunter out from the villa, Zhou Nan’s gaze grew complicated.

To go from orphan to heiress overnight—such a transformation was truly abrupt.

“What’s wrong, Sister Nan? Why are you staring at me like that?” Jiang Youyou slid into the back seat of the nanny car, took off her sunglasses, and revealed a dazzling, lovely face. “Could it be that you’re dazzled by my beauty?”

Blinking her eyes mischievously, Jiang Youyou produced a small mirror as if by magic and began admiring her own reflection.

Ah, it feels good to look beautiful—even seeing herself lifted her mood.

But compared to her original face, this one still lacked a certain spark.

Sister Nan: “...”

Indeed, the same old flavor.

How does the saying go? A leopard never changes its spots. It suited Jiang Youyou, who now wore the mantle of a wealthy heiress. She had none of the poise befitting her new status. Only this face could beguile others.

“Just curious,” Sister Nan said. “If your father saw the orphan’s file, I wonder what he’d think.”

Jiang Youyou glanced at her, replying carelessly, “Oh, my dad put that file together.”

One sentence, and Sister Nan’s curiosity was completely satisfied.

Truly... a fascinating father and daughter.

The nanny car stopped. Sister Nan got out first, opened the door, and let Jiang Youyou step down.

For this treatment the original owner had never received, Jiang Youyou felt the power of money was indeed boundless.

“Director Jiang, long time no see.” Sister Nan greeted Jiang Jing cheerfully.

Jiang Youyou, having exchanged greetings, cast an amused, half-smiling look behind Jiang Jing.

Fang Jinnian leaned against the wall, gazing gently at the petite woman beside him. Jiang Niannian held her script, cheeks flushed, the air between them thick with flirtatious tension. If emotion had color, the room would be awash in pink bubbles.

Well, the two lunatics had found each other.

How amusing.

Jiang Youyou’s frank, unblinking stare quickly drew their attention.

When Jiang Niannian spotted her younger sister, the color drained from her cheeks, the hand holding the script trembling. Instinctively, she tried to distance herself from Fang Jinnian.

But Fang Jinnian was swifter, pulling her into his arms, ignoring everyone as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, kissing her forehead.

Then, with a provocative, punitive smile, Fang Jinnian met Jiang Youyou’s gaze.

Jiang Youyou: “...” He’s utterly deranged.

She silently withdrew her gaze, saving the video she’d just recorded.

“I’m terribly sorry, but the leading actress has already been chosen,” Director Jiang said with a cheerful smile to Zhou Nan.

“But I thought the role wasn’t finalized yet?” Zhou Nan was surprised. If it was, why had she brought Jiang Youyou here?

“It wasn’t before, but now it is. The contract was just signed.” Director Jiang was all smiles; not only that, he’d secured new funding and was thinking about the brand-new equipment. The director was positively elated.