Chapter 31: A God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (31)

Fang Jinnian had offended too many people.

When he stood high above others, those who suffered under his temper and lost at his hands could only grit their teeth and swallow their grievances. Now, with nothing left, the crowd rushed to kick him when he was down.

In just half a month, Fang Jinnian met resistance everywhere. His figure grew gaunt from exhaustion and constant wandering. Faced with the unreasonable tantrums of Jiang Nianian, the passion that once burned in his heart had finally dissipated into nothingness, consumed by the day-after-day grind of their cohabitation.

“Jinnian, I can't live without you. I was… I was just too agitated, I’m sorry, truly sorry…” Jiang Nianian clung desperately to the man's shirt, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes brimmed with sorrow, stripped of their former lively spirit.

Fang Jinnian looked at Jiang Nianian, who was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. In his numb expression, disgust and impatience began to flicker.

He glanced around: filthy walls, shattered porcelain bowls, clothes strewn everywhere—dirty and chaotic.

He was supposed to be a favored son of heaven.

How had he fallen so far?

His gaze drifted downward, finally settling on Jiang Nianian.

Yes, it was all because of this woman.

If not for her, he would still be the all-powerful CEO, master of the Fang family’s destiny. But ever since she appeared, everything changed—everything…

“Jinnian, will you forgive me?” Jiang Nianian lifted her pale, thin face, tear tracks marking her cheeks, her slender fingers reaching for the scratch on his face, only for him to turn away.

“Jinnian?” Her voice was soft, tinged with unease.

“I’m tired.” Fang Jinnian looked back at Jiang Nianian, now so emaciated he barely recognized her, no longer hiding the disgust and irritation in his eyes.

Jiang Nianian’s eyes widened. “I—I’ll cook for you.”

“You can barely walk now—how could you cook?” The gentle question was like a plunge into icy water for Jiang Nianian.

“What… did you say?” She turned, shadowed eyes misting over. “How can you say that to me? If it weren’t for you—”

“Did I force you to stay?” Faced with Jiang Nianian’s perpetual tears, Fang Jinnian felt only annoyance, all past tenderness gone.

“So what then?” Jiang Nianian let her tears fall, gripping her cane tightly, red-rimmed eyes fixed on him.

“Let’s break up.” Fang Jinnian didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids. “I’ve had enough of these endless days!”

“Hahahahahaha!” Hearing Fang Jinnian’s words, Jiang Nianian seemed to lose her mind, laughing wildly. “You once promised to protect me forever, and now you tell me to break up? Is this how you treat me, Fang Jinnian?”

“I regret it—is that not allowed?” Fang Jinnian pointed numbly at the filthy room, then at Jiang Nianian herself. “All you make me feel now is disgust.”

He struggled outside to find connections, to solve problems, while she did nothing but throw tantrums and complain. He’d had enough of these dark, hopeless days!

Without waiting for Jiang Nianian to say anything more, he moved to leave, almost eager to escape, as if a demon chased at his heels.

Bang! An ashtray crashed into the back of Fang Jinnian’s head. Blood quickly trickled down, and his steps halted.

“If you walk out that door, never come back!” The shrill scream was like a vengeful ghost, full of resentment and rage.

Fang Jinnian paused for only a few seconds. Even the sound of her falling behind him did not make him turn back.

He hurried away, vanishing quickly from Jiang Nianian’s sight.

“Damn you! Damn you all!” Jiang Nianian ignored the shards embedded in her arm, struggling to sit up. She surveyed the wreckage of the room, her whole figure shrouded in shadow, head bowed so her face was hidden.

Only the sound of tears remained, splashing onto the wooden floor.