Chapter 14: A God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (14)

#Jiang Youyou# #Jiang Youyou Car Accident# #Jiangnan Road Car Accident#
GetRich: Oh my god, I just watched the surveillance footage—my goodness, the front of the car was completely wrecked!
IWantToGetRich: I saw it too. The hood is ruined. I don’t know what happened to the people inside. Jiang Youyou only has that face going for her—if it’s disfigured, tsk tsk tsk~
YouyouMyHeart: Watch your mouths, you two. What did my Youyou ever do to you? Think before you speak next time instead of spewing filth. Everyone else is hoping she’s safe, but you’re wishing something bad happens. Did you swallow all the lessons about basic human goodness?
MoneyComeMoneyComeFromEveryDirection: Let’s be kinder about this, okay? It’s a matter of life and death. You might dislike her, but there’s no need to say things like that now.
YouyouDarling: Exactly. Some people just want attention with their nasty mouths. I hope everyone in the car is safe.
LetMeWinTheLottery: Wishing for safety.
JustSprinkleWater: +100
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Jiang Niannian, who was just finishing her makeup and getting ready for her costume fitting photo, saw the trending topic on her phone. A flood of mixed emotions surged through her.

Jiang Youyou had actually been in a car accident!

Remembering Jiang Youyou’s behavior just moments ago, Jiang Niannian felt a rush of satisfaction, as though the knot in her chest had instantly unraveled.

“Niannian, don’t worry. The accident happened not far from the People’s Hospital. The ambulance arrived quickly, so I’m sure nothing serious happened,” her assistant Xiaoxiao reassured her, noticing how intently Jiang Niannian was staring at her phone.

Who would have thought that the woman who had just been strutting around the set moments ago would end up in a car accident the next? Only Niannian, with her kind heart, could still be concerned about her sister after being treated like that.

“She’ll be fine,” Jiang Niannian said, glancing at Xiaoxiao and turning off her phone with a smile. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t keep the director waiting.”

If only...

If only she could disappear forever, that would be perfect.

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By the time they left the hospital, night had already fallen.

Zhou Nan’s face was pale, a piece of gauze covering her right cheek. Her right hand was fractured, and the rest of her injuries were minor—the kind of scrapes left by shattering glass.

The driver wasn’t as lucky: both arms and legs were broken, his cervical vertebra fractured, and he had a concussion. In short, he’d be staying in the hospital for quite a while.

“The police checked the scene and brought in specialists. They didn’t find anything unusual,” Zhou Nan said, gingerly settling into the passenger seat, eyeing Jiang Youyou in the driver’s seat—completely unscathed. She couldn’t help but marvel at her luck.

Naiqi: “Of course! With me here, how could anything happen to my host?” Mistakes like that were ones it hadn’t made since the second mission.

Naiqi’s proud little voice echoed in Jiang Youyou’s mind.

“If you’d warned me a bit sooner, maybe the accident wouldn’t have happened at all,” Jiang Youyou retorted, striking true.

Naiqi wilted instantly.

“Ahem, that’s my bad,” Naiqi replied awkwardly, then continued, “Host, now that your animosity points have gone over fifty, you’re basically half an enemy to the male lead.

The Child of Fortune isn’t like the ordinary people or supporting characters we’ve dealt with before. When someone with that much luck considers you an enemy, the world itself will automatically reduce your fortune value. And when your luck drops, little mishaps like this become much more likely. So, from now on, you’ll have to prepare yourself mentally.”

After all, you might step outside and have a flowerpot fall on your head—deliberately, with the sole purpose of killing you.

“Mm.” Jiang Youyou responded indifferently.

A few mishaps? They couldn’t kill her anyway, so it didn’t matter much—in fact, it might even add a little spice to her otherwise dull life.

But if she was annoyed, she’d naturally have to take it out on the real culprit.

Bottling things up was just asking for trouble.