Chapter 18: The God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (18)

"Host, the male lead is here," came Nai Qi’s prompt, and almost as soon as the words were spoken, a tall and handsome man strode in against the light. He walked toward Jiang Youyou like a god descending to earth—his features were cold and sharp, his aura extraordinary.

Everyone assumed Fang Jinian was here for his fiancée, but he didn’t spare Jiang Youyou even a glance, bypassing her to stand at Jiang Nianian’s side.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his gaze filled with tenderness, a stark contrast to the cold expression he wore moments before.

Young women nearby couldn't help but glance at Fang Jinian again and again, their eyes practically sparkling with admiration. After all, a young, handsome, wealthy man would catch anyone’s attention—especially girls who hadn’t yet tasted the bitterness of the real world.

Jiang Youyou turned and watched Jiang Nianian standing tall and proud like a triumphant rooster, her face tinged with shyness, yet her gaze lingered on Jiang Youyou, unable to hide her smugness.

Jiang Youyou: "..."

Clearly, Jiang Nianian had treated her words as nothing but air. The scene before her was so painful to witness that she decided it was best to avoid it. Since work couldn’t proceed for a while, she might as well retreat to the lounge and take a nap. With that in mind, Jiang Youyou turned and walked into the resting room.

Director Jiang, seeing the investor arrive, greeted him warmly before returning to fuss over the filming.

Fang Jinian, meanwhile, led Jiang Nianian directly into Jiang Youyou’s lounge. Looking at the woman reclining on the sofa, a malicious glint flashed in his eyes. "Jiang Youyou, we meet again. I remember that night very well."

The mention of that night perked Jiang Youyou up. "I remember it vividly too. It seems President Fang was quite satisfied with my performance! By the way, your waist still hasn’t fully recovered, has it?" She glanced at Jiang Nianian, whose face had turned noticeably sour, confirming the misunderstanding.

Ah, the steadfast love! Like a bubble—so fragile, bursting at the slightest touch. Well, in these tormented romance stories, misunderstandings are the main course. Even if an eighty-year-old granny spent a night with the male lead, the heroine would still get jealous and conjure up eight hundred words of unspeakable imaginings.

Let alone a young, alluring little enchantress like herself.

"Hmph," Fang Jinian sneered, but didn’t respond to Jiang Youyou’s words.

He’d investigated afterward, checked surveillance footage, even spoke to the security guards, but there was no sign of this woman anywhere. It was as if she had appeared in his room out of thin air, only to vanish just as mysteriously.

He had no idea how she’d pulled it off, but without evidence, he could only swallow his grievances.

"Ah Jin…" Jiang Nianian disliked the current atmosphere. The tension between the two was palpable, making her feel invisible, and their conversation stirred a deep unease in her heart.

"I heard the Jiang family is facing a financial crisis," Fang Jinian said coolly. When he saw a brief stiffness flash across Jiang Youyou’s face, he knew the rumor was most likely true.

"Rumors are unreliable," Jiang Youyou replied loudly, as though volume alone could give her confidence.

"Is that so?" Fang Jinian sneered. "If I ever find out Nianian suffers because of you, I’ll make the Jiang family pay with their lives!"

Here it was! That familiar tone, those familiar words—the classic domineering tycoon threat! Always jumping straight to dire consequences, such steadfast love!

Jiang Youyou’s gaze flickered. She stood up, as if to bolster her courage, pointed at Jiang Nianian, and laughed, "The Jiang family? Jiang Nianian is a member too!"

Just then, her phone rang, interrupting the unpleasant exchange. Fang Jinian shot Jiang Youyou a glare before stepping outside to answer the call.