Chapter 16: The God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (16)

Fang Jinnian tried to break free, but Jiang Youyou knocked him out with a single punch. She tied up the sack tightly and dragged it into the living room. Gazing at the unmoving heap on the floor, Jiang Youyou felt a surge of satisfaction. She didn’t know if Fang Jinnian would be pleased, but she herself was thoroughly content.

A groan escaped from Fang Jinnian as he slowly regained consciousness. Before he could collect his thoughts, a rain of blows descended upon him. He didn’t even have time to curse before he was howling in pain. Jiang Youyou swung her club with precision, striking his chest and waist, and as Fang Jinnian struggled, a certain vulnerable area took several hits as well. Whether that part would ever recover was now a matter of fate.

It turned out the house was exceptionally well soundproofed; after all that beating, not a single neighbor noticed anything amiss. Drenched in sweat, Jiang Youyou swaggered out, dragging the club behind her, thoughtfully closing the door on her way out. After all, this was the president’s home—full of valuables. If a thief got in, it would be a disaster.

Not every intruder was as well-behaved as her, leaving without taking so much as a cloud. Satisfied, Jiang Youyou returned home in great spirits, sank into her soft bed, and drifted into a sweet dream.

In the dead of night, the full moon hung high, its cold light spilling through the window, illuminating the large sack on the living room floor.

After a while, the sack stirred. Suddenly, a hand shot out from the opening, accompanied by ragged breaths. A naked man slowly crawled out from the sack. Fang Jinnian switched on the lights and stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror—bruises and welts mottled his abdomen and back, his whole demeanor teetering on the edge of violence. His eyes fell on a certain area, limp and swollen, so tender that just a touch made him grit his teeth in pain.

Fang Jinnian’s gaze darkened. In the vast living room, his voice ground out between clenched teeth: “Jiang! You! You!” This time, there was no way he would let her get away with it. To hell with this engagement—if he couldn’t take her down, he wasn’t worthy of his own name.

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Early the next morning, Jiang Youyou went to the film set to have her costume photos taken. Since the official filming wouldn’t begin until the following day, she visited the hot spring resort in the afternoon.

“You don’t look like someone who’s just been in a car accident,” Nan Yan remarked, swirling the red wine in her glass. The scar that stretched across her face seemed gentler in the sunlight.

“A minor mishap,” Jiang Youyou replied, looking up at Nan Yan. “How’s the progress?”

Nan Yan studied Jiang Youyou. Her long, curly hair was tied up high, and the simple athletic wear softened her otherwise striking features, making her look like a vibrant student.

“With your help, things are moving along nicely.” She turned her gaze to the window, obvious delight in her tone. After hiding in the shadows for so long, she was finally seeing the dawn of her revenge—how could she not be happy?

The Fang family—all of them deserved nothing less than hell.

“The land in the eastern part of the city is ours for the taking.” In the story, Fang Jinnian was the one who secured that land. Since it was the male lead’s prize, of course it had to be snatched away.

“Good.” Nan Yan set down her glass and returned to the sofa, smiling broadly, all trace of her earlier wariness gone. Lately, she had secretly acquired several projects that Fang Jinnian coveted, all thanks to the assistance of Second Miss Jiang.

“I’m off,” Jiang Youyou said, rising and waving over her shoulder. These dull days needed a bit of spice.

For instance: tormenting that pitiful, resilient “white lotus” heroine.

The woman who swore she didn’t love the male lead but couldn’t live without him—a lunatic, really.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Youyou felt the coming days would be immensely entertaining.

Nan Yan narrowed her eyes, watching the girl’s departing figure. She downed the rest of her wine in a single gulp, silently hoping that this time, her wish would finally come true.