Chapter 8: The Entertainment Industry Welcomes the God of Wealth (8)

[Host, so what’s our next move?] Milk Seven didn’t press further, instead steering the conversation in a new direction. Rather than pondering the host’s recent odd behavior, it seemed wiser to ask about the plans ahead.

After all, the actions of the past few days had been unusually out of character. Compared to the host’s previous style, they were positively subtle.

Milk Seven found itself nostalgic for the straightforward, brash host of the past.

“Following the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I intend to meet the greatest villain in this novel,” said the woman who nearly destroyed the male lead.

A mad villain—just the thought sent a thrill through her.

[Host, don’t overdo it. Tormenting the protagonists a little is fine, but if you go too far and actually kill them, this world will collapse.] If the world collapsed, the host’s retirement would slip further out of reach.

Of course, Milk Seven dared not say such things aloud. It would only earn a scolding.

With the host so giddy, as if she’d swallowed a ton of stimulants, Milk Seven couldn’t help but worry she might get carried away.

It sighed inwardly—always the worrier.

Well, perhaps venting some frustration would do the host good, so it wouldn’t spill over onto its poor sidekick self.

“How could I?” Jiang Youyou replied, feigning innocence.

The car sped along winding roads, finally coming to a stop before a quaint mountain villa.

Nestled among lush trees was a charming courtyard, its ancient style evoking a unique serenity—spoiled only by the comings and goings of people disturbing its peace.

Jiang Youyou surveyed her surroundings, tugging at her cap to shield her face, pulling her mask higher until she was thoroughly concealed, before stepping into the hotel.

After all, her identity was that of a minor celebrity.

Meanwhile, Fang Jinnian floored the accelerator to the Jiang family estate, storming in ready to vent his fury, only to be greeted by Aunt Yun, the Jiang family’s housekeeper, wearing a pleasant smile. “Oh, Young Master Fang, is there something I can help you with?”

Her tone was gentle and kind. Fang Jinnian pressed down his anger, asking, “Where’s your young mistress?”

Aunt Yun wiped her hands on her apron, her sincere expression betraying her knowledge as she replied, “Are you asking after our eldest or second miss? If it’s the eldest—”

“The second miss, Jiang Youyou!” Fang Jinnian cut her off, the last three words spat through gritted teeth.

“Oh, the second miss isn’t here. She left for the company early this morning,” Aunt Yun answered cheerfully.

A vein pulsed on Fang Jinnian’s temple. He turned on his heel and left.

Aunt Yun watched him go, puckering her lips. He hadn’t even let her finish half of the instructions from her second miss! If she didn’t get to say them all, would she only get half the promised money?

At that thought, Aunt Yun nearly chased after him, eager to add a few more words.

Maybe, just maybe, an extra line or two would earn her a bigger tip.

The loss of half her expected pay pained her deeply.

“Let’s go to Jiang Group,” Fang Jinnian reclined in his seat, rubbing his brow in exasperation.

“Yes, sir.” Xiao Li, the driver, sat tight-lipped, sensing the oppressive atmosphere in the car and wishing he could vanish.

Internally, he chanted: Don’t provoke this ancestor, don’t provoke him, Amitabha…

He kept his foot on the gas, not daring to pause even for a second. At red lights, he silently counted down and sped off as soon as the timer hit zero.

Hesitation was not an option.

Jiang Group.

“I’m sorry, our Miss left two hours ago,” Secretary Wang Ke offered a standard, polite smile.

“What about your chairman? Not in the office either?” Fang Jinnian’s expression was icy—if his mood were weather, it would be a storm.

“Our chairman is extremely busy. Unfortunately, he just left to discuss a partnership,” Wang Ke replied, smiling blandly as she lied through her teeth.