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Chapter 2: This Lady Deserves to Be Honored in the Imperial Ancestral Temple

Xu Jin: Confiscated?

Thinking about his six-figure year-end bonus, Xu Jin felt that losing a phone was nothing. As long as the boss was happy, even if his computer got confiscated, he’d accept it.

He watched as He Yuanzhou held the phone, sharp eyes locked on the pale, delicate feet on the screen.

That string of Buddhist prayer beads… looked familiar.

Especially the bead that had been broken and glued back together, leaving a clear crack.

His gaze darkened. “Who is she?”

Xu Jin shuddered. “The Blackhearted Little Fairy.”

Why was the boss staring at her feet?

He was a hardcore fan of this streamer, following her from the very first broadcast, and even he didn’t know her height, looks, or age. Could it be the boss had x-ray vision?

Or… was the boss another die-hard leg maniac?

Xu Jin was busy daydreaming when his boss suddenly let out a cold snort and tossed the phone onto the desk.

“Get lost. Go home.”

“…Yes, sir.”

Still baffled, Xu Jin clutched his phone and scrambled out of the office like his life depended on it.

He Yuanzhou slid into his car.

Almost against his will, he opened the phone, downloaded a streaming app, and searched for 【Blackhearted Little Fairy】.

At that moment, the chat barrage was exploding with flashy rocket-gift effects. A user named “Only Son of the Kong Family” spammed three lines:

【Streamer, my wife insisted on an epidural during childbirth. I refused to sign, worried it would affect my son’s IQ. Now she’s divorcing me!】

【Tell me I’m right! These doctors are all greedy, just trying to charge more! So what if it hurts a little? And now she wants to leave and take my son!】

【Come on, everyone, help me roast her for being selfish, shortsighted, and ungrateful!】

Jiang Wu stuck her tongue out. Honestly, men with tofu for brains were impossible to comment on!

Still, for the sake of that rocket gift, she reluctantly humored him.

“Ahem! I suggest you pry open your skull and disinfect your brain with antiseptic. The Qing Dynasty has long been dead— even if your family had a throne, you wouldn’t be inheriting it!”

The comments instantly filled with laughing emojis.

【Damn—this streamer’s tongue is vicious】
【Epidurals have risks. Have you even given birth before? How dare you curse people】

But another fan, username Xu Jin Jin Jin Jin, spammed furiously in her defense:

【The Little Fairy can’t be wrong— it’s the man’s fault! Epidurals have been covered by insurance for years. Is the country trying to scam you too?】

【So what if it hurts? Try a birth simulator, you’ll be howling!】

【Keep scolding, Little Fairy! I’ll back you up!】

Jiang Wu curled her lips into a smile. Who would’ve thought—just two weeks after being thrown into this book, she already had die-hard fans.

Worth celebrating.

In her past life, she had tens of millions of fans. Now, she could only secretly stream on the side. It was depressing. Fortunately, her unhinged streaming style—paired with perfect, delicate feet and a sugary yet sharp tongue—quickly drew in countless followers.

It was at least a small consolation.

She deliberately tapped the camera with her toes and sneered: “Afraid of risks? Then don’t eat, you might choke. Don’t drink water, you might drown. And don’t go outside, you might get run over!”

【Her toes just poked straight into my heart! Fairy, DM me—I want to keep you!】
【Lol you’re dead. The last guy who lusted after her already quit the internet】
【I could lick those feet until the end of time】

Jiang Wu smiled sweetly. “To the gentleman who wants to keep me—here’s a truth for you: the cat that sneaks food will one day eat a sick fish. Better go get tested. Early detection saves lives.”

【She doesn’t even dare show her face. Just a pair of feet and she thinks she’s a goddess? Probably an ugly hag conning men into showering her with gifts. So fake!】

“Don’t like me? Go blind. Saves you the trouble of looking. I won’t scold you—what’s the point? Yelling at you won’t fix stupid, it’ll only feel good for me!”

“And if you’re not using your brain, fine. Leave it as an inheritance. No one’s stopping you.”

She noticed “Only Son of the Kong Family” sent another rocket. Jiang Wu’s tone turned frosty: “Come on, buddy. Life’s dazzling, but don’t punch above your weight. Can’t even handle your wife, yet here you are gifting a little streamer? That donkey at home must’ve been kicking your head all day.”

The comments were flying too fast to read. Then a WeChat notification popped up: 【Male Lead Daddy】.

Her heart skipped.

“Anyway, whether you love or hate me—this lady deserves to be honored in the Imperial Ancestral Temple! Court dismissed!”

She cut off the stream and opened WeChat. Seeing the man’s message asking where she was, she cheekily dialed him up.

“Hello, hubby, I’m just out for a walk. Are you done with work?”

On the other end, steady breathing.

Jiang Wu quickly recalled the original timid, weak persona and cooed softly: “It’s so dark here, I’m a little scared.”

Through the banyan trees flanking the park gate, He Yuanzhou saw her faint silhouette by the fountain. His eyes narrowed. He stepped out of his Maybach and walked over.

The man leaned casually against the tree trunk, chiseled jaw tense, perfectly tailored suit making him look forbidding yet magnetic. The top two buttons of his shirt were missing—thanks to the culprit currently sitting by the fountain, bare feet dangling in the water, phone in hand, playing coy.

Her voice purred in his ear, trembling and laced with unease: “Are you listening? Don’t just stay quiet, I’m scared. Maybe I should head home right now?”

But in his sight, the same woman wore a carefree smile, arrogance radiating from every inch of her.

He Yuanzhou’s eyes darkened. Split personality?

This woman was supposed to be the neglected Jiang daughter—timid, docile, an easily controlled pawn.

That’s why he chose her to be “Mrs. He.”

But clearly, she wasn’t some weak pushover. She was a sharp little liar.

She had deceived the Jiangs—no, all of Hong Kong. Including him.

Jiang Wu frowned. Why was the paper-cutout male lead silent on the phone?

Could it be he wanted more details about the intel she delivered about Jiang Qian in West City—but was holding back since she was his wife?

No, that didn’t fit. She was nothing more than a decoration, at most a bed-warmer, obedient enough never to ask about his work or his affair with Jiang Qian.

The only explanation—

He suspected she wasn’t at home. Suspected she was out cheating.

Jiang Wu tested the waters. “It’s so dark in the park. A little kitten just ran past and scared me to death. If you don’t believe me, I can video call you right now.”

His long fingers gripped the phone tightly.

A mocking curve tugged at his lips. “Come out.”

Jiang Wu blinked. Come out?

What did that mean?

Then his cold voice reached her ear. “Look behind you.”

She whipped around.

Her eyes fell on the tall, imposing figure in the shadows, his face hidden but his presence unmistakable.

She nearly stumbled straight into the fountain pool.

Scrambling to put away her phone and slip on her heels, she half-ran toward him, face painted with fear and panic.

Every strand of her hair screamed brilliant acting skills.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, He Yuanzhou would never have believed Jiang Wu was such a skilled actress.

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