Chapter 27: A God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (27)

For someone hopelessly obsessed with love, perhaps the hardest thing to accept is betrayal by their partner, isn’t it?

Nan Yan and Fang Jin-nian were locked in a fierce business battle, clashing back and forth in a lively skirmish. After all, he was the villainous boss who nearly ran the protagonists into the ground in the original story—a force of fate to be reckoned with.

Between their heated exchanges, Jiang Youyou occasionally joined the fray, tossing money at Nan Yan again and again, almost as if she was throwing it away for sport. Watching Jiang Youyou so casually hand out cash, Nan Yan’s gaze grew complicated; all her thoughts condensed into one sentence: “My little darling, if you keep showering me with money like this, I’ll lose all motivation to fight him.”

At this rate, thanks to Jiang Youyou’s generosity, Nan Yan could easily stash away tens of millions in a month just by lazing around. If not for her thirst for revenge, she really would have chosen to live a carefree life.

“In the worst case, you could always try to crush him with money,” Jiang Youyou asked, feigning seriousness. Nan Yan rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Indeed, comparing people only leads to frustration.

That night, in Jiang Youyou’s private villa.

“Sister, do you really have the heart to throw me into the wolf’s den?” The young man’s eyes held a trace of grievance.

“Silly child, what are you talking about? That’s your home!” Jiang Youyou wore an expression of motherly affection; even her alluring features softened, radiating the warmth of a caring mother.

Fang Ci: “…”

He wanted to pursue romance, but his sister was offering maternal love instead?

“Aren’t you afraid something might happen to me?” Fang Ci protested, unwilling to concede, his gaze filled with longing as he looked at the woman in her nightdress before him.

“No worries.” Jiang Youyou’s eyes sparkled, the corners lifting mischievously. “You’re not the only illegitimate child Fang Haotian has.”

If worst comes to worst, she’d just find another. Eventually, one would be useful. After all, she had all the time in the world.

Fang Ci: “…”

Fine, so that’s how she wants to play it?

He looked at Jiang Youyou, hesitating, but ultimately said nothing. As he got up to leave, he spoke softly, almost wistfully: “While I’m gone, you must take care of yourself, sister.”

“Don’t worry, everything tastes delicious and my health is excellent.” Jiang Youyou waved her hand, making it clear she wouldn’t see him off.

Hearing this, Fang Ci’s body stiffened, but he said nothing further.

“Host, are you seriously deceiving that little rabbit?” Naiqi couldn’t help but mutter. Watching Fang Ci’s frail demeanor, the thought of throwing him into the Fang family seemed like he’d be devoured, leaving nothing but bones behind.

“A cornered rabbit can bite, you know. Besides, who told you he’s a little rabbit? What if he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing?” Jiang Youyou stretched lazily, then changed into more practical attire.

“What are you planning to do?” Naiqi asked, puzzled as the host swapped outfits.

“Don’t you feel like some people’s hatred levels have stagnated?” Jiang Youyou walked into the gym, browsed left and right, finally picking out an iron rod. Taking advantage of the night, she headed out at a leisurely pace.

Seeing this, Naiqi silently lit a candle for someone’s misfortune.

The night was deep, the lights dim.

In a secluded corner of the villa district’s greenery, Jiang Youyou gazed at Fang Jin-nian, whom she had trussed up tightly. His glare was fierce, but tinged with fear, and she was thoroughly satisfied.

She spun the rod, warming up, making sure not to miss a single corner—up, down, left, right—until Fang Jin-nian’s muffled cries dwindled to nothing. Only then did Jiang Youyou put the rod aside and look at his bruised, swollen face, her eyes bright and clear. “President Fang, do you hate me?”

“Mmmph mmmph!”

“Oh, my apologies—I forgot you can’t speak.” Jiang Youyou offered a sincere apology.

“Mmmph mmmph!” Jiang Youyou, damn you!

“Don’t be nervous. My hand was a bit heavy this time, but you won’t die. Your face, though, might not be presentable for a while.” Jiang Youyou shook her head. There was nothing she could do—she’d pent up too much for her recent performance, and lost control for a moment. That was her fault.

[Ding! Ten hatred points received. Total: ninety!]

Hearing the familiar notification, Jiang Youyou felt a surge of satisfaction and turned to leave without another word.