After Hua Yan officially started classes, she mostly lived in the space. Even though she was a day student, at noon she often found a quiet place to enter the space to rest. Once rested enough, she would study, practice, or write, ensuring she didn’t fall behind on her progress. She diligently made use of the fragnted ti between end of school and evening self-study.
Apart from occasionally sending a WeChat ssage to Ning Hao to ask about his adaptation to school, her phone was almost devoid of contacts. Even about Ling Yao, who was now studying computer science at Huaqing, she learned from entertainnt news. He hadn’t reached out to her at all; he simply chose to enroll in Huaqing’s computer science program. However, thanks to his past as a little star, he instantly beca popular in the entertainnt circle with his academic prowess.
Who would have thought that a little fresh at, previously relegated to third or fourth-tier status, could make headlines as an Academic God?
And what thoughts would the forr star who once tried to block Ling Yao, along with her benefactor, have upon seeing this?
The more you try to suppress soone, the more spectacular their coback, making the outco all the more interesting.
Currently, Liang An is rearranging plans, focusing on managing the artists he has. The "Heiress Strategy" plans have been temporarily shelved. The script originally had forty episodes, and now he aims to extend it to fifty or sixty, given the richness of the original storyline. Only when the plot is full and engaging can the entire drama catch attention, but it seems unlikely to start filming before the end of the year.
Since filming can’t proceed, the money cannot be spent. Hua Yan, however, has nowhere else to spend her money, leaving her no choice but to deposit it in the bank for now.
Moreover, there has been no news about the mistress, so she suspects the other party spent money on public relations to keep things quiet. Yet, according to her knowledge, the mistress is still living in the villa district purchased by the Hua Family and hasn’t made any significant moves despite Hua Guoqiang’s impending release from prison. How she has such confidence remains a mystery.
The Hua Family and Yan Family have ceased to bother her, leading Hua Yan to feel that letting the mistress off the hook would be too frustrating, especially considering the lost opportunities to earn money. If she flees before Hua Guoqiang is released, whom will she seek money from? Compared to her biological father, money is more precious.
Thus, she took the mistress’s contact information from previous files and gave her a call. It was her mother’s phone number, and from the beginning, she had no intention of concealing her identity. So, when the call rang for a long ti before the mistress hesitantly answered, Hua Yan smiled.
"You know who I am, right? This is my mother’s cellphone number used before the accident, now under my possession. As an indirect contributor to her death, I think you’ll have ti to et this Friday night, won’t you?"
"What do you want?" the mistress’s guarded voice ca from the other end of the line, to which Hua Yan replied with a laugh, "I want money; what else would I want? I know all your secrets, including how the child in your belly ca to be and where it will disappear to. Don’t even think about finding soone to kill or taking any action against , because even if I die, the secrets will be made public. So, are you now interested in eting with ?"
The mistress was extrely uneasy with Hua Yan’s offhanded tone, especially as she had to guard against the woman trying to snatch the child from various channels, a pressure that almost drove her crazy. And now, Hua Guoqiang’s biological daughter, who had been silent for five or six years, suddenly erged, poking straight at her weak spot, forcing the mistress to settle down and agree to et.
The two t in a tea room near the mistress’s villa. Hua Yan made no attempt to hide, boldly appearing in sportswear, radiantly showing up in front of the slightly haggard mistress. The mistress was called Dai Jiuarong—such a beautiful na, but unfortunately, her heart was black.
After the two sat down, the tea room was quiet. Dai Jiuarong had a charming appearance; compared to Hua Yan’s mother, who was as elegant as He, she was like a charming little red flower that stirred n’s protective desires. Though her current state was sowhat weary, she was still alive, enjoying the rights her mother should have had. Just this point alone was enough for Hua Yan to harbor a lifelong hatred for her.
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