Chapter 25: A God of Wealth Enters the Entertainment Industry (25)

Run faster, there’s a fool behind us: With the way she’s throwing money, calling her the God of Wealth wouldn’t be an exaggeration, would it?

Hot Americano with sugar and milk: Nonsense! She’s my little God of Wealth in the entertainment industry! Everyone had better show her some respect!

Online Madness: This gossip is just too satisfying. Jiang Youyou really treats us like her own!

Year after year: This is a normal romantic relationship. Isn’t Jiang Youyou’s behavior an invasion of privacy? It’s a real-life case of sour grapes!

The video was explosive; even with the mosaic, Jiang Youyou’s post was banned in less than five minutes, disappearing without a trace.

But how could this possibly stump our resourceful netizens?

Just seeing the heated discussion was enough.

Didn’t Jiang Nianian want to rely on herself and work hard?

Then let her destroy her own future.

Late into the night, Fang Jinnian looked at Jiang Nianian sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling an unparalleled sense of peace. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her forehead, then held her close and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Sweet and blissful, neither of them realized the world outside had changed.

The next day.

Thunder rolled, rain poured in torrents.

It was clearly not the kind of day that would lift anyone’s spirits.

When the two finally woke from their muddled sleep, they were greeted by the undeniable fact that Jiang Nianian had been exposed as the mistress.

“What should I do, Jinnian? I—I just love you too much, you know that. I can’t stand seeing you with another woman.” Her trembling voice was tinged with panic, her hands clinging desperately to him as if he were her only lifeline.

“Don’t worry, I’m here,” Fang Jinnian patted her hand, telling her not to worry. He then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, turned on his phone, and looked at the trending topics and photos, his face darkening visibly.

At that moment, a text message popped onto the screen: Good morning, little trash. Do you like the gift I sent you two?

Sender: Jiang Youyou.

Congratulations, Host, you’ve gained five hate points. The total is now seventy!

Damn it!

Veins bulged on Fang Jinnian’s forehead. He dialed her number, but she hung up instantly. He tried several more times, but each attempt ended the same way, until his patience wore thin.

Jiang Nianian, her eyes brimming with tears, curled up on the bed, watching Fang Jinnian standing at the bedside with a visibly grim expression. Even her sobs became quieter.

Irritated, Fang Jinnian thought of Song Xian. But when he dialed, he found Song’s phone had been switched off.

With no other choice, he called the company’s front desk. “Where the hell is Song Xian? Tell him to call me back immediately!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fang, Assistant Song submitted his resignation yesterday. He tried calling you several times, but you didn’t answer, so he packed up and left yesterday.”

The receptionist’s words pushed Fang Jinnian’s anger to new heights. “Great! Song Xian’s really grown some guts! And you—don’t bother coming in either!”

Hearing the phone abruptly hung up, the receptionist was left completely bewildered.

Only then did she realize how unlucky she was. Less than two days into the job, and it was already over!

Can’t find the little assistant? Beg me, then. If you beg, I’ll tell you where he is.

Immediately, another text appeared. Fang Jinnian read it and flung his phone, the dark screen shattering into a spiderweb of shards.

Ding ding! Five hate points collected!

Jiang Nianian clutched the quilt, not daring to make a sound. She had never seen Fang Jinnian like this.

Elsewhere, Jiang Youyou was in excellent spirits. She put down her phone, reached for the glass of milk on the table, and watched as the glass shattered, splinters slicing her hand open.

Jiang Youyou: …

Milk Seven: … Accidents always catch you off guard.

“Oh my heavens! Miss, don’t move!” Aunt Yun stared in shock at the scene, then, her gaze landing on Jiang Youyou’s bleeding hand, rushed off to fetch the medical kit.