Chapter 17: A God of Wealth Arrives in Showbiz (17)

“Cut! Cut! Cut!” Jiang Jing looked at Jiang Niannian, who remained unmoved, took two deep breaths, and finally walked forward. “What’s going on with you? Where are your lines? Can’t you say your lines?”

The moment Jiang Jing opened his mouth, he could no longer suppress his anger. Clearly, deep breathing was useless.

They had already NG’d over a dozen times; he truly couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry, Director Jiang,” Jiang Niannian apologized repeatedly, her eyes brimming with tears.

As a newcomer without any notable works, it was already a great achievement for her to join this drama and land the leading role. She didn’t want to give up on a hard-won opportunity.

She had memorized her lines thoroughly, and had even practiced privately for a long time to ensure smooth filming.

But every time she acted opposite Jiang Youyou, everything went wrong.

“Alright, alright, get your emotions in order,” Director Jiang eased his anger and then told everyone to rest for ten minutes before continuing.

If this went on any longer, he didn’t know if Jiang Niannian would explode, but he certainly would.

“Sister, can we get along?” Jiang Youyou had just finished touching up her makeup when she heard these words. Turning around, she was met with Jiang Niannian’s pitiful face.

Tears hovered on the brink of falling, her eyes full as if she had suffered some great injustice.

The tears seemed to say: “Don’t mind me, I’m an old hand at this.”

“Are you saying I’m targeting you?” Jiang Youyou retorted.

Jiang Niannian bit her lip, clutching her sleeves unsurely. Only after confirming few people were paying attention did she lower her voice, “If you weren’t deliberately making things difficult, why would I keep messing up my scenes with you?”

It had to be her fault—after all, acting with others, everything went smoothly in one take, but with Jiang Youyou, she kept getting stuck.

“Youyou, believe me, Fang Jinnian is really not the right man for you,” Jiang Niannian stepped forward, grabbing Jiang Youyou’s sleeve in earnest persuasion.

Jiang Youyou: “?” What fresh madness is this?

“It seems I need to clarify a few things,” Jiang Youyou raised her voice, instantly catching the attention of the surrounding crew. All eyes locked onto the two sisters who had been the talk of the internet lately, their gossip-loving souls alight, wishing they could be everywhere at once to catch every detail.

“Youyou…” Noticing the attention, Jiang Niannian’s face changed. She tugged at Jiang Youyou’s sleeve, motioning for her to lower her voice.

But Jiang Youyou was nothing if not contrary—she insisted on doing the opposite.

“First, your inability to deliver your lines with me isn’t necessarily my fault; maybe you’re just terrible. Second, Fang Jinnian might be my fiancé, but I honestly have no interest in him—if you want him, consider it my act of charity.” What did she want? Not just a tree, but the whole forest.

Truth be told, if not for these lunatics, her dreams would have come true by now.

She would already be living the life, with lovers on both arms.

Best not to mention it—just thinking about it made her head spin.

“You—!” Jiang Niannian turned pale, her lips trembling, unable to speak for a long moment.

Meanwhile, outside the Fang Group conference room—

“The meeting is canceled.” Fang Jinnian hung up his phone, and the sound of sobbing abruptly stopped.

“But President Fang, today’s meeting is important; all the shareholders…” are here.

Song Xian, holding a stack of documents, tried to plead but was interrupted by Fang Jinnian: “Niannian needs me right now.”

With that, he left without a backward glance.

Song Xian: “…”

Fine! If that’s how you want to play it, so be it.

Everyone’s leaving—good! Let them go!

The more Song Xian thought about it, the angrier he got, but what else could he do? Of course, he had to put on a smile and go explain to the shareholders in the conference room. After all, as a subordinate, he couldn’t afford to offend anyone.