Du Jiao recognized the boss’s voice, got out of bed, and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, he saw several n in black suits standing at the entrance. Her expression changed slightly. Sensing sothing was wrong, she prepared to close the door, but those n had already propped it open before she could act.
The boss imdiately stepped aside upon seeing this, as he ran a small business and couldn’t afford to offend these "gangsters."
To him, anyone wearing a black suit with a stern expression was a gangster.
Sounds of turmoil ca from inside the room, and shortly thereafter, those n in black suits hauled Du Jiao away.
Not long after, Jiang Jingheng erged from the study, car keys in hand, ready to go out.
He had just reached the stairs when he encountered a man with a disheveled appearance coming up.
The man seed to have had a lot to drink and was swaying as he clung to the stairs.
Jiang Jingheng appeared not to notice him and proceeded downstairs.
A trace of displeasure flashed in the man’s eyes as he sarcastically said, watching Jiang Jingheng’s back, "Isn’t our Third Young Master known for his self-discipline? Why are you going out at this hour?"
Jiang Jingheng ignored him and walked straight out the front door.
"Heh," the man scoffed coldly, "hypocritical bastard!"
"Yutai, why have you drunk yourself into this state again?" a female voice called out.
Jiang Yutai glanced impatiently at the middle-aged woman hastily approaching him, "If you have ti to worry about this trivial matter, you’d better investigate that bastard’s conduct outside. I don’t want to be overshadowed by him forever."
He flung her hand away and went upstairs.
Qiu Shuyun watched her son’s back, feeling a mixture of frustration and disappointnt. If only he put in a bit of effort, he wouldn’t be overshadowed by the love-child Manqing and her offspring.
After all, he was her only son, and she depended on him for her later years.
In the morning, Mu Yan had just finished a scene and saw soone sitting beside the director.
She hurried over and called out, "Qin Xi, you ca so early."
Last night, Qin Xi had called her, saying she would co to visit the set today.
Qin Xi looked at her and smiled, "Mu Yan, you acted wonderfully."
Mu Yan greeted Director Zeng and took Qin Xi to the rest area.
Qin Xi was on this trip as a detour; she had a fan eting in Lin City and ca by to relax.
Mu Yan handed a bottle of water to Qin Xi, "How have you been lately?"
"Alright," Qin Xi replied, unscrewing the cap to take a sip of water.
Mu Yan didn’t believe she could easily let go, given her eight-year relationship with Lu Zhaoming.
"Do you regret it now?"
Qin Xi shook her head, "What’s there to regret? At least those eight years were happy. Besides, with such disparate family backgrounds, even if I had married him, happiness wasn’t guaranteed."
Mu Yan disagreed, saying, "I think family background is one thing, but the key is whether the man loves you. If he loves you enough, external factors won’t matter."
Qin Xi looked at her amusedly, "Since when have you beco so naive?"
"Huh?" Mu Yan was taken aback.
"Good n like that are extinct; stop dreaming."
Mu Yan pursed her lips. They aren’t extinct—she had found one, after all.
Qin Xi rembered sothing and asked, "How are things going with your guy?"
"Great," Mu Yan replied with a smile.
Qin Xi, seeing her blissful expression, signaled she didn’t want to be "fed dog food" (jealous of their happiness).
She laughed, "Find a ti to introduce , don’t keep him hidden."
Mu Yan nodded, "Sure, when we return to Upper City, I’ll ask him to treat you to a al."
"I’m very picky about food, mind you," Qin Xi said teasingly.
Mu Yan smiled, "It doesn’t matter; eat whatever you want."
Qin Xi had a vague feeling that her boyfriend’s family conditions were presumably good.
However, she didn’t expect that their family background was not just good but exceptionally so.
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