Chapter 17: Did It Overturned?

Oh no, oh no! Could it be possible? After Jiang Qianchen realized that Vivian was the one behind the fishing law enforcement, is it possible that her secret of secretly raising a small idol will also be exposed?

Yu Zhi deeply regretted forgetting to change her number earlier and accidentally sending the voting link to Jiang Qianchen, resulting in this predicament.

If she admits it, wouldn’t that indirectly reveal that she is Vivian? If she doesn’t admit it, she did indeed hurriedly go to Huacheng.

She has already been forced to lose an entire forest of fresh meat, and now the only spiritual beacon, White Moonlight, absolutely cannot be taken away by that scumbag!

“Jiang Gege, what are you talking about?”

Yu Zhi wrapped her arm around Jiang Qianchen’s arm and curiously turned her head to ask.

Today’s acting was too intense, and Yu Zhi cried until her throat was slightly swollen. Whenever she spoke, her voice would itch, like she had a small hook, unintentionally teasing others: “Ah, you also know He Mengxin?”

“He is a little boy in Ruixuan’s program who has recently become quite famous. His nickname is Cub,” Yu Zhi pretended not to be familiar and introduced, “He looks quite handsome and works very hard. Everyone has high hopes for him.”

“When I accompanied Ruixuan to Huacheng, I saw him in person. He seemed pretty good.”

Yu Zhi launched a side attack to explain that her visit to Huacheng was absolutely not for idol chasing, but for a heartwarming sisterhood. She subtly promoted and praised the small idol. However, Jiang Qianchen seemed to think otherwise.

She saw the man turn his head slightly and re-examine the human-shaped sign at the entrance. His magnetic voice sounded beside her:

“This full head of green, can it be called good-looking?”

His furrowed brows remained unrelaxed.

Yu Zhi: This is called highlights! It’s the elegant and refined peacock green! Do you even know what fashion is!

Protect the best Xiao He in the world!

Yu Zhi became frustrated like a pufferfish and retorted in her mind, almost unable to resist the urge to pinch Jiang Qianchen’s arm. She maintained a polite smile on her face:

“It seems that this color is very popular among young people recently.”

The implication was that old fogies like you shouldn’t try to participate in the trends of us young people.

Jiang Qianchen looked at her deeply.

Yu Zhi immediately forced out a smile, “…But Jiang Gege is right,” in order to make her true intention of dissing less obvious, she reluctantly added, “The green color is indeed a bit too bold.”

“I still think black hair and a suit look more handsome,” Yu Zhi raised her head subtly to look at him, the affection in her eyes was self-evident.

The man did not deny it, but Yu Zhi could sense his pleasure from the raised end of his eyebrows.

The road on both sides did not allow parking, and the driver had to drive around before reaching them.

Jiang Qianchen returned to Ningcheng from a business trip in the afternoon. After the commotion caused by her, it was already close to dinner time. Dusk was approaching, and night was coming, with lights lit in several households.

They had dinner as usual at Shuiyue Restaurant in the evening. Yu Zhi mechanically put the delicacies placed in front of her into her mouth. The food she used to love was now tasteless, but she had to pretend to enjoy it.

Yu Zhi stirred the soup absentmindedly. The CEO worth tens of millions was now making time to have dinner with her, as his wife, she should be overjoyed. However, the failed plan left Yu Zhi with no mood to play along. Especially when the “date” ended for the day and they returned to Lan Ting Yuan, Jiang Qianchen took out a painting from the trunk of the car, and the twitch at the corner of Yu Zhi’s mouth reached a new height.

“I got this on the way back from Huacheng.”

Jiang Qianchen had someone bring it inside.

This was a work by a highly sought-after master in the art circle, full of post-modernist style, with abstract lines and casually scattered ink dots, making it look like a child’s doodle.

In fact, Yu Zhi did not appreciate the mastery of the artist. Her aesthetic taste did not align with this, but she had casually mentioned it to Jiang Qianchen after being invited to an art exhibition, which he mistakenly took as her having a fondness for this style of artwork.

How could a virtuous and wealthy wife who admires her husband wholeheartedly expose such an embarrassing matter? So occasionally, Jiang Qianchen would bring back a few artworks, and she had to be pleasantly surprised and find a suitable place at home to hang the calligraphy and paintings to show their value, which made Yu Zhi feel bitter.

She was a vulgar person. Even though they were bought at a high price, she would rather have expensive jewelry and glamorous clothes.

She didn’t know how many more collections would be needed this time. Last time, Yu Zhi secretly checked the landscape painting that Jiang Qianchen had sent over and found out that it was sold for a seven-figure price.

That was enough for her to buy a rare Himalayan diamond-studded Birkin bag QUQ!

That was Yu Zhi’s dream bag. Every time she went shopping, she wanted the salesperson to immediately order it for her and quickly bring the beloved bag to have afternoon tea with the ladies. But due to her image of being as pure as a white lotus, this kind of accessory that exuded a sense of luxury and extravagance would undoubtedly ruin the elegant image she had carefully cultivated.

Now she was a pure and innocent girl who loved people and not money, and the Jiang family had strict family rules, so she could only dress in a low-key and sophisticated style.

Yu Zhi suppressed her doubts and responded calmly, then clasped her hands together with a grateful expression, “Thank you, Jiang Gege, I really like it.”

“Can I put it in the storage room? This way, it can be preserved better when it’s wrapped up.” It would be best if it never came out, so she could forget the sadness of not being able to have the bag.

“It’s just a small piece, with average collectible value.” Seeing how much importance his wife attached to it, Jiang Qianchen pondered for a moment, briefly summarizing the key points of valuation and authentication, and then said, “I’ll buy a few more next time. Maybe I can take you to see them.”

Yu Zhi: … Well, thank you very much.

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After the scumbag said that, he returned to Ningcheng and continued to be busy. Yu Zhi, who was still experiencing the aftermath of her period, finally welcomed her happy time off.

Although plan A of getting an early divorce ended in a big failure, Yu Zhi believed that as long as she worked hard enough, there was no marriage that she couldn’t break.

The most important thing now, of course, was the final battle of her Xiao He Group!

In order to keep a low profile, Yu Zhi did not use Weibo to call on passersby to vote, but instead spent some money to increase her fan value. “Yi Zhi Yu Yu Zi” quickly rose to the top of the support list.

However, things were not that simple. Although the candidates for the top group were roughly decided, the C-position debut was still uncertain.

The C-position was not only the team leader, but also represented the focus of the dance routine, the number of lyrics, and the allocation of subsequent resources. Everyone was vying for this position. Although He Mengxin’s popularity in the program was top-notch, the possibility of a C-position debut was very small.

The reason was simple: the company behind He Mengxin, Jin Tu Entertainment, was too small in scale. Compared to entertainment industry veterans like Ju Hui Film and Television and Zhaochuan Media, it simply didn’t have enough weight.

Therefore, the onlookers of the program generally didn’t have much confidence in He Mengxin’s C-position debut, only his fans still believed that he could rise from the ashes and compete for the crown.

[Hey stars, do you have any good suggestions to discuss in the group?] Stars were He Mengxin’s fan name. [We must mobilize all the resources around us to fight for the C-position for our brother!]

[How come the crappy Jin Tu hasn’t gone bankrupt yet! It’s just a small workshop with no ability or foresight. They don’t even want the treasures in their hands and instead go to support some mediocre novices outside the top ten. Is their PR department so idle?”]

[Waaah, brother, we’re the only ones left [clenches fist] Stars, let’s go!!!]

He Mengxin’s global fan group and support group were actively discussing countermeasures.

Yu Zhi was suddenly pulled into the group chat. Although there weren’t many people in it, they were all He Mengxin’s core fans.

Yu Zhi was too lazy to participate in the fan circle’s battles. She only completed the daily basic tasks and left, being an emotionless money machine.

If it weren’t for the critical moment, she wouldn’t have shown up in the group.

Yi Zhi Yu Yu Zi: [Do you need any help?]

After the message was sent, the group that was just engaged in intense discussion fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted in screams:

[Aaahh, am I not mistaken? It’s the rich lady Miss!]

[Hello, fairy sister~ Do you still need a college student who can give massages and serve tea? Someone who has passed the CET-4 and CET-6 exams.]

Yu Zhi received a warm welcome as soon as she appeared, and the group became like her personal fan meeting.

When asked about what to do with the irresponsible company, the “Yi Zhi Yu Yu Zi,” who always showed herself as a money-oriented person, casually replied:

[Why not just buy it?]

Buy it?!

Xiao Liu, who had been peeping at the screen for a long time, took a sharp breath. This suggestion seemed too casual.

He was He Mengxin’s assistant assigned by the company and was currently responsible for helping with various preparations for his debut. He had also joined the “He Mengxin Global Fan Support Group” using a secondary account in the name of a staff member. Today’s schedule mainly involved filming the contract signing of the group members. Since He Mengxin had no training tasks, he had a rare opportunity to rest and naturally saw the contents of the group chat on Xiao Liu’s phone screen.

“Bro, could it be that she wants to… support you financially?”

Xiao Liu pointed at the exclamation and exclaimed.

He Mengxin’s hand froze while watching the dance video, not even realizing that the progress bar had finished playing.

Because he had plans to go out in the evening, the program allowed him to have his phone for a while. He opened WeChat on the main interface and hesitated for a long time without taking any further action on the names in his contacts.

He pursed his lips, and the smile on his face, which fans called “gentle but sharp,” gradually disappeared, revealing a hesitant expression.

“Brother He, what’s wrong with you?” Xiao Liu, who was browsing the group chat next to him, noticed the change in his expression and asked in confusion.

“It’s nothing.”

He Mengxin waved his hand, returning to his usual friendly and radiant smile. Then he lowered his head and sent out the draft he had prepared in his mind.

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The project in Ningcheng Dongling was about to start construction, and the entire Jiang family group was busy preparing for it. Jiang Qianchen had recently been staying overnight in the company’s lounge because of this.

He had a little bit of free time today. Jiang Qianchen picked up his pen and prepared to continue working. As he lowered his head, he saw the tie clip and suddenly remembered his wife’s tearful accusation from last time.

It’s time to go back. When Jiang Qianchen arrived at Lan Ting Yuan Villa, the clock in the living room had already passed nine o’clock, and dinner time at the villa had long ended.

He entered the master bedroom, but the door was not locked. The brightly lit room had sounds of water splashing from the bathroom, mixed with a few hummed tunes.

Jiang Qianchen put down his suit jacket and as he passed the bedside table, the screen of his hidden phone suddenly lit up.

My dearest cub: [Is sister here?]