CHAPTER 34 (PART 3)

Jiang Su nodded. “Yeah.”

Just then, Cheng Yue’s secretary approached.

“Miss Jiang,” he said in a low voice, “a word, please.”

Since Cheng Yue rarely had his secretary by his side, no one recognized him, but they still found his sudden appearance odd.

Jiang Su, however, remembered him. She closed her script and slowly stood up, following the secretary away.

By now, Cheng Yue had instructed his driver to park the car in a blind spot outside the crew’s line of sight.

After doing so, he suddenly felt ridiculous.

Why am I sneaking around? I’m here to interrogate her.

Jiang Su reached the car and knocked on the window.

The window rolled down, revealing Cheng Yue’s striking yet cold expression.

Jiang Su asked, “Has Mr. Cheng finished his investigation?”

Cheng Yue replied, “Dong Jiayu confessed everything.”

Jiang Su: “…” She surrendered that fast? Then is there still drama left between her and Ding Xuan?

“You made her so angry she jumped into the river?” Cheng Yue asked.

Jiang Su didn’t know how to respond.

She wouldn’t have been so angered that she’d jump.

But the original Jiang Su had been.

“And Zhao Qiuying saved you?” Cheng Yue asked again.

“I swam out myself.”

“Oh.” For some reason, that answer made Cheng Yue feel a bit better.

Since he was in a good mood, he said casually, “I’ll make Dong Jiayu kneel and apologize to you. And then jump into the river ten or so times in front of you.”

Jiang Su paused.

Huh?

Something about this didn’t seem quite right.

This wasn’t how Cheng Yue had behaved in the original timeline.

Cheng Yue then stretched out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

Jiang Su didn’t move.

Cheng Yue: “Take it out.”

Jiang Su held it firmly. “Why?”

Cheng Yue called her number.

Her phone didn’t even light up.

Cheng Yue clenched his jaw and let out a cold laugh. “I knew it. You blocked me, didn’t you?”

The secretary, sensing the tension rising, quickly spoke up, “Just now, I overheard the crew talking about Miss Jiang playing a major villain. Do you think taking on a role like this as her first project is a good idea?”

He figured this was a good opportunity.

If Mr. Cheng said something in her defense, wouldn’t Miss Jiang naturally soften her attitude as well?

Cheng Yue: “You’re playing a villain?”

Jiang Su: “Yeah.”

Cheng Yue: “Now that’s interesting.” His gaze swept lightly over Jiang Su’s face. “Always playing the weak type—what’s the fun in that?” As if trying to provoke her, he added indifferently, “If you really take on a major villain role, I’ll make sure everyone in the company supports your new drama.”

The secretary, listening to this, felt utterly bewildered. No wonder the boss was still single—who could put up with this?

Even Dong Jiayu had been driven to the brink.

Jiang Su found Cheng Yue a bit odd. She stared at him and asked, “Then what about you, Mr. Cheng? Once I finish acting in it, are you going to buy the full DVD set and watch it all the way through?”

Cheng Yue’s eyes flickered.

…Playing a villain, and she expects me to sit through it?

Is she pushing her luck now?

Cheng Yue: “I’ll watch.”

Cheng Yue: “I’ll watch and see what you can do after leaving. If you can actually make a name for yourself, then I guess the money I spent raising you wasn’t a total waste.”

Jiang Su thought to herself—Cheng Yue really was acting strangely.

After a moment’s thought, she asked, “Are you coming again tomorrow?”

Cheng Yue froze.

Huh?

A few days ago, wasn’t she practically wishing for my death? Spitting on me? And now she’s asking this?

A slap followed by a sweet treat?

Cheng Yue sneered, amused. “Come for what?”

Jiang Su said casually, “There’s a bun shop 1.1 kilometers from the film studio. Their buns are really delicious. If you come tomorrow, buy me one.”

Cheng Yue: ???

She’s really ordering me around like this?

Has her personality changed this much?

Fine. He’d like to see what she was up to.

Cheng Yue: “And then?”

What else was she planning to ask for?

Jiang Su: “Then get a cup of soy milk too.”

After saying that, she patted herself off and left. “I have to run lines. Bye-bye.”

Cheng Yue: ???

As Jiang Su turned away, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself—

Looks like the medicine I fed Cheng Yue is working!

He’s actually listening to me now!

But she hadn’t even made him suffer real pain yet.

Then again, that didn’t matter.

It seemed that the pills she created could still retain their properties from the previous world!

Thinking of this, Jiang Su’s mood brightened, and even her steps felt lighter.

By the time she returned, Director Wang was discussing the script with a few others.

Yan Yucheng was considering getting Jiang Su better opportunities.

The resources from this platform were garbage.

Zhao Qiuying was having similar thoughts.

But before they could discuss it with Director Wang, Jiang Su had already spoken up:

“Mr. Xuan, shall we rehearse our scene?”

Xuan Wen immediately followed her to the side to practice.

Yan Yucheng and Zhao Qiuying had to swallow their words.

However, the two exchanged a silent glance—both sensing a subtle rivalry between them.

The official filming didn’t start until the third day.

On the day of the official shoot, the Weiguang platform released a long Weibo post:

“Regarding public concerns about vote-rigging, after a thorough investigation, it has been confirmed that Ding Xuan manipulated a total of 130,345 votes…”

Ding Xuan, who was bored out of her mind, was dragged out of bed by her manager.

At the same time, at Cheng Corporation—

The secretary asked, “Mr. Cheng, are we still visiting the film set?”

Cheng Yue didn’t even lift his eyelids. “No.”

The secretary nodded and was about to leave.

But then, Cheng Yue suddenly paused his review of the reports.

Jiang Su had been so particular about what she wanted to eat—she even told him exactly where the shop was.

If he didn’t go, would she end up shooting on an empty stomach?

Jiang Su’s changes were too drastic. She had become impossible to predict. For the first time, Cheng Yue couldn’t even analyze her behavioral patterns.

If she really hadn’t eaten breakfast, felt weak on set, and fainted on the spot… how was she supposed to play a villain?

She might as well act as a sickly character instead.

Then again, maybe not.

If she did faint, Zhao Qiuying might just scoop her up in his arms and buy her some snacks…

Cheng Yue: “Tell the driver to start the car.”

The secretary was stunned. “Where are we going?”

Cheng Yue didn’t answer.

Over half an hour later, the secretary arrived at the film set, holding a bag of buns and soy milk, still in a daze.

Jiang Su took the food but didn’t eat right away.

She was a cautious assassin.

Jiang Su asked, “Where’s Cheng Yue?”

The secretary led her over, thinking, Miss Jiang, the boss actually bought you breakfast. Shouldn’t you show a little appreciation? Maybe act a bit gentler?

Just as Jiang Su was about to knock on the car window, it rolled down on its own.

Cheng Yue’s face was written all over with unhappiness.

He stared at her, waiting to see how she’d try to please him… waiting to see if she’d be overjoyed.

Jiang Su peeled off the oiled paper wrapping from the bun and held it up to Cheng Yue’s mouth. “Take a bite first.”

Cheng Yue: ?

Cheng Yue cursed internally. Damn it.

She was so fierce when cursing him, but now? When trying to please someone, she really knew how to calm their anger.

“It’s pretty good. You’re not going to try it?” Jiang Su asked.

If he refused to eat it, she’d start suspecting he had poisoned it.

Jiang Su practically leaned against the car door, her eyes sparkling with a strange kind of anticipation.

And as if bewitched, Cheng Yue lowered his head and took a bite.

…What the hell? It wasn’t even good.

Had she been eating garbage back when she lived in a villa? How could she think this tasted good?

A strange irritation welled up inside Cheng Yue.

The housekeeper he paid a salary to couldn’t even do this one thing properly?

Meanwhile, Jiang Su was beyond satisfied.

Perfect.

Cheng Yue was officially under her control.

She could give him orders with confidence, without worrying about paying a higher price for it.

Jiang Su turned the steamed bun around and took a bite from the other side, her cheeks puffing slightly. Ah, so delicious.

She took a sip of soy milk and said, “Tomorrow, I want pizza.”

Cheng Yue: ?

What am I, a damn food ordering machine?