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After leaving the hospital, Yin Hanyu remained silent, frowning deeply.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingyou immediately messaged Gu Huai to ask for the address of Jiang Beishan’s mistress, known as “Little Five.”
She had long known that Jiang Beishan was unfaithful. In fact, Gu Huai had accidentally witnessed him spending the night at a hotel with a small-time internet celebrity from his film crew.
Curious, they dug deeper into his affairs.
And oh boy—what they found was shocking.
Jiang Beishan had truly gone all out.
With his mistress, he had a new home in Wutong Garden—and even a daughter, who was already seven or eight years old.
With “Little Four,” the owner of a nightclub, he indulged in flirtation and excitement.
And as for “Little Five”…
Lin Qingyou didn’t even want to talk about it—because this mistress was actually younger than Jiang Beishan’s own son, Jiang Zhuocheng.
After getting Little Five’s address, Lin Qingyou looked up, ready to tell Yin Hanyu, only to find him still frowning.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, affectionately hooking her arm around his. “Are you still thinking about Leng Yifeng’s mother?”
Yin Hanyu gazed at her, concern lingering in his heart. “Qingyou, are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your mind?”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
“Yin. Han. Yu!” She raised her fist, about to punch him, but held herself back at the last second. “No, I won’t get mad. Today is our first date—it’s not the right time to hit you.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
Lin Qingyou took a deep breath and emphasized, “Yin Hanyu, there is nothing wrong with my brain!”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
He reached out and ruffled her hair. “You misunderstood me. I meant I was worried about Leng Yifeng’s mother hypnotizing you.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Ugh. This was all his fault—he’d doubted her sanity so many times before that her first instinct was to assume he was insulting her again!
“Come on, Mingyu already said it’s fine. She just erased those painful memories, that’s all,” Lin Qingyou said, quickly pulling Yin Hanyu into the car.
This time, she was the one driving.
“Buckle up. I’m taking you to see Little Five.”
“Little Five?” Yin Hanyu was momentarily confused, pausing as he fastened his seatbelt.
“Yeah, Little Five,” Lin Qingyou confirmed. Once he was securely buckled in, she started the car and drove toward Jiang Beishan’s mistress’s residence.
“Why are we looking for her?” Yin Hanyu asked. “Even without the affair and his deal with Madam Jiang, Jiang Beishan is going down tomorrow.”
“That’s different,” Lin Qingyou said. “You don’t understand women. Even if Jiang Beishan loses everything, all you’re doing is fulfilling your promise to Madam Jiang—to make him penniless.”
“But that homewrecker is still unpunished. And Madam Jiang, being who she is, doesn’t have your level of detachment. The person she hates the most is that mistress.”
“So, we need to help her deal with the mistress first. Only then will she be satisfied enough to spill everything she knows to us.”
Yin Hanyu nodded in agreement but then frowned in confusion. “Then why not go after Little Four?”
“Because Little Four is a nightclub owner. She’s had countless men. To her, Jiang Beishan is just ‘one of many.’ A woman like her wouldn’t bother fighting a mistress.”
“But Little Five—according to Gu Huai—she’s a shameless internet celebrity who’ll do anything for money. If we want to deal with that mistress, we need someone like Little Five.”
“This,” Lin Qingyou smirked at Yin Hanyu, “is what we call ‘only a villain can deal with a villain.'”
And sure enough, Lin Qingyou was right.
When they explained their plan to Little Five, she agreed instantly.
So quickly, in fact, that Lin Qingyou was taken aback.
“You agreed way too fast,” she said, growing suspicious. “Do you have some kind of ulterior motive?”
“Of course I do,” Little Five said, her eyes gleaming. “I really like you. The way you took down that rapist Jiang Zhuocheng was so satisfying.”
“Also, aren’t you recruiting new talent right now?” She batted her lashes at Lin Qingyou, flaunting her beauty. “What do you think of me?”
Lin Qingyou rolled her eyes. “Girl, you’re a mistress! No, actually, you’re a ‘Little Five’! Do you have any idea how strict the entertainment industry is now? If I sign you, none of my productions will ever make it to air!”
Little Five: “…”
Well, that was brutally honest.
“But plenty of films and shows still cast cheating men, right?” she argued. “Those scumbags—adulterers, abortion enforcers, domestic abusers, and sex addicts—still get to have concerts and variety show gigs, living their best lives.”
“So why is it that men can get away with it, but women can’t? Why does society hold women to such a high moral standard?”
“Besides, my thing with Jiang Beishan? I never intended to destroy his family. I never wanted to have his children or replace his wife.”
“I was just after his money. And he was after my youth and beauty.”
“I’m not asking to be your company’s lead actress. I know my place. I don’t deserve that.”
“I just like acting. So if you ever have a production, just throw me a minor role. Even if you make me play a mistress—oh wait, I mean, a ‘Little Five’—I’d be fine with it.”
Lin Qingyou rubbed her temples, suddenly speechless.
She had to admit—this world was full of all kinds of people.
Finally, she said, “Let’s see how you perform tomorrow, and then I’ll decide.”
Little Five immediately bowed at a ninety-degree angle. “Thank you, boss! Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re satisfied!”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Boss?
She hadn’t even agreed yet!
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The next morning, bright and early, Little Five dolled herself up in the most provocative outfit and headed straight to Wutong Garden to knock on the mistress’s door.
The mistress opened the door to find an unfamiliar woman and frowned. “Who are you looking for?”
“Who am I looking for?” Little Five lifted her handbag and smashed it onto the mistress’s head. “I knocked on your door—who do you think I’m here for, you homewrecking tramp?”
Mistress: “…”
After bashing her with the bag, Little Five shoved her aside. “Where’s Jiang Beishan? Tell him to come out and see me!”
Jiang Beishan was still asleep when the commotion woke him up. He rushed out, not even fully dressed.
The moment he saw Little Five, his face darkened. “What are you doing here?”
“Darling~” Little Five cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Why so fierce? Can’t I miss you? I just wanted to have some fun with you.”
“You… you…” Jiang Beishan stammered, her teasing instantly igniting his desire. “Not now… I’ll come to you tonight.”
“Jiang. Bei. Shan.” The mistress was in shock, her face contorted with rage. “What do you mean? Who is she? Didn’t you say I was the only woman in your life?!”
Little Five playfully kissed Jiang Beishan’s aging face before turning to the mistress with a bright smile.
“Hello, Mistress,” she said sweetly. “I’m Little Five. Nice to meet you.”
Mistress: “…”