Chapter 32: The God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (32)

Fang Jin-nian wandered aimlessly through the streets, his gaze sweeping across the bustling crowds, the lively scene unfolding before him. Yet, at this moment, he had no idea where to go or what to do.

Just then, a striking flash of red caught his eye. Silk fabric clung to her form, the scarlet cheongsam making her skin look paler than snow, outlining her perfect curves with effortless grace, every contour radiating allure. Her black hair was pinned up, secured tightly with a sandalwood hairpin. With every movement, every smile and frown, she exuded a bold, dazzling charm.

"Yoyo," Fang Jin-nian stared at Jiang Yoyo, his steps drawing him closer as he murmured her name.

Jiang Yoyo stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley, turning back with a distant smile. Her tone was cold: "I wonder..." She looked him up and down, her smile fading. "What brings you to me?"

The disdain in her eyes and the aloofness in her voice dulled the amazement in Fang Jin-nian's gaze.

"Give me thirty million, and we can reconcile," Fang Jin-nian said stiffly, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yoyo, still carrying an air of superiority.

Nai Qi: (•ิ_•ิ)?

Jiang Yoyo burst out laughing on the spot. "And what exactly do you offer in exchange, Mr. Fang?"

"I told you, I permit you to be my fiancée." Was that not enough?

He admitted that Jiang Yoyo had some tricks up her sleeve to push him this far. But wasn't it all because he had chosen Jiang Nian-nian and abandoned her? Now he was giving her a chance—what more did she want?

"?" Even though Jiang Yoyo had grown numb to such absurd remarks, she was still shocked. "Mr. Fang, how do you compare to the current head of the Fang family?"

"What do you mean?" Fang Jin-nian bristled at the mention of Fang Ci's name.

"I mean, you aren't even a fraction of him." Jiang Yoyo sized him up and down. "I didn't care for Fang Ci—do you think you stand a chance?"

"Jiang Yoyo!" Fang Jin-nian's face flushed red; he clenched his fist and swung it at her, his expression twisted, as if he wanted to kill her with a single blow.

Jiang Yoyo calmly caught his fist, smiling sweetly at him. "Have you forgotten, Mr. Fang?" She tightened her grip, and Fang Jin-nian felt his bones crackle.

"I won't let you get away with this!" Fang Jin-nian's face turned pale as he struggled to pull his hand back, which now trembled at his side. Even his threats sounded weak from the pain.

Jiang Yoyo's gaze slid from her hand to Fang Jin-nian, her smile never quite reaching her eyes. "Mr. Fang, you are ever the same—always so fond of making threats."

"The old you couldn't get rid of me, much less the you of today." Her smile deepened. "Fang Jin-nian, you have what you have today thanks to me. So—do you hate me?"

Her words were gentle, her beauty radiant.

Fang Jin-nian clenched his teeth, his stare at Jiang Yoyo laced with venom.

Hate!

How could he not hate her!

At this moment, he wished he could flay her alive and tear her apart.

[Ding! Hatred value increased by ten! Congratulations, host, hatred value has reached one hundred percent!]

Jiang Yoyo tapped Fang Jin-nian's face with a handkerchief. "You hate me, but you still can't get rid of me. I truly pity you."

With that, she turned and left with flair.

Fang Jin-nian simply watched her walk away, standing in place for a long time, as if his soul had left him.

People came and went, an endless flow. No one noticed his existence; it was as if he had become an ordinary pearl, blending into thousands of others, losing his luster, losing his worth.

Night fell.

In a café.

Jiang Nian-nian sat opposite Jiang Yoyo, hidden behind layers of cover. Jiang Yoyo said nothing, the only sound the gentle melody of a piano.

After a long silence, Jiang Nian-nian spoke in a dry voice, "Give me fifty million, and I'll leave this place forever."

Jiang Yoyo paused mid-stir, looking at Jiang Nian-nian as if she were deranged. "Sister, why not be a little more shameless?"

No wonder they were a pair—their skill in rhetoric clearly inherited from the same family.