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After leaving the study, she went to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping to cool down her impulse to vent her anger.
After finishing her shower and completing her skincare routine, she found solace in the fact that while men couldn’t bring her happiness, money certainly could.
She looked at the body lotion in her hand—each scoop worth five figures—and consoled herself that life wasn’t all bad.
She slipped into a sexy white silk slip dress, her porcelain shoulder bones as delicate as if carved from jade.
The steam from the bathroom had reddened her face, even making her eyes glisten slightly.
She had just stepped out of the bathroom when she saw Aunt He waiting outside the door.
Aunt He had noticed something was off downstairs and, feeling uneasy, came upstairs to check.
Her aged face was now filled with concern and pity. “Oh, my poor little one, why are your eyes so red? Did Yanzhou bully you again?”
Song Zhi hesitated, about to deny it, but Aunt He gently reassured her: “Don’t cry. Tell me what happened. I’ll go sort things out for you.”
When Song Zhi heard the words “sort things out,” her eyes lit up.
In an instant, she shifted her emotions, immediately pouting with grievance, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s not Brother Yanzhou’s fault. I did something wrong and made him upset.”
Aunt He handed her a tissue to wipe her tears. “What did you do to upset him this time, child?”
Song Zhi shook her head, appearing fragile and helpless. “I don’t know what I did wrong, but Brother Yanzhou must be mad at me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have yelled at me so loudly and told me to get out.”
“Did you sleep with him?” “Get out. I still have work to do.”
In her version, his yelling and telling her to leave became exaggerated.
Song Zhi’s ability to twist facts was entirely self-taught.
Aunt He frowned deeply upon hearing this. “He yelled at you?”
Song Zhi sniffled pitifully, trying hard to hold back her tears. “It’s my fault. Please don’t blame Brother Yanzhou.”
Hearing her say this, Aunt He grew anxious.
She couldn’t bear to see Song Zhi looking so wronged yet enduring it. This girl was too considerate—bullied yet still thinking of others. Such a good girl, and Jiang Yanzhou didn’t even cherish her.
She comforted Song Zhi: “Alright, don’t be sad. I’ll go talk to Yanzhou for you.”
Song Zhi nodded pitifully, watching as Aunt He stormed into the study with determination.
One thing controlled another. Jiang Yanzhou, you old bastard, may the heavens have mercy on you.
Just then, her phone rang—it was Xia Wanyue calling.
She turned her back, leaning against the railing as she pressed the answer button.
Xia Wanyue’s voice on the other end was tinged with frustration: “Damn it, I spent so much time contacting marketing accounts, and now all the press releases have been pulled back.”
Song Zhi was taken aback. “What press releases?”
“Yours and He Hanyang’s.”
She was confused. “Mine and He Hanyang’s press releases?”
“Champion esports player and beautiful actress—such CPs are trending these days. If I release news of you two dating, we’ll not only gain a bunch of CP fans, but no one will care about the mess in the live stream anymore. It’s a win-win situation—a great plan.”
“Me and him? Dating?” Song Zhi was speechless. “How could you not discuss this with me beforehand?”
“Aren’t you usually indifferent about these things?”
“...I’m indifferent about what outsiders say about me, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to stage a fake relationship with someone else.”
Xia Wanyue sighed. “The issue now isn’t whether I consulted you beforehand. The real question is who managed to block these press releases. Not a single one got published. Whoever did it has some serious power. Did you offend someone recently?”
Song Zhi instinctively retorted, “Who could I possibly offend…”
As she trailed off, she glanced uncertainly at the study just a few steps away.
There was someone.
Noticing the lack of confidence in her tone, Xia Wanyue’s headache worsened. “Can you stop giving me more trouble? Who exactly did you offend this time? Little Linghua or Zhang Fanfan?”
These two were former members of Song Zhi’s group. Together, they were a disaster; separately, they shone like stars. Unpopular as a group, they each achieved individual success after going solo.
“I haven’t contacted either of them in ages.”
“Then who is it?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Xia Wanyue urged impatiently, “Are you kidding me? How can I help with PR if I don’t know who it is?”
She had always thought that although Song Zhi was somewhat dim-witted, she was sweet-talking and good at making people happy.
Thus, she never questioned Song Zhi’s relationships.
Never did she expect such an experienced driver to crash.
Her slippers scuffed against the soft wool carpet as Song Zhi leaned half her body against the railing, casually uttering a name: “Jiang Yanzhou.”
Thinking she misheard, Xia Wanyue asked, “What salt and porridge?”
Song Zhi slowed her speech, enunciating clearly: “Jiang-Yan-Zhou!”
Upon understanding, Xia Wanyue’s eyes darkened. “Forget about PR. We might as well pack up and sell radishes. My dear ancestor, who else could you offend but Jiang Yanzhou? Do you even know who he is? With just a flick of his finger, he could crush not only you and me but also the entire company.”
Jiang Yanzhou never appeared in public. Despite various media outlets using connections and resources to arrange interviews, his true face remained a mystery.
However, given the entertainment industry’s ties to high society, Xia Wanyue had heard of Jiang Yanzhou.
She managed many celebrities, handled numerous PR crises, and cleaned up plenty of messes, but this was her first encounter with someone of this caliber.
If he decided to pursue the matter, it wouldn’t just mean losing their jobs.
“Dear Miss, please, can you spare me some peace of mind? You’re my grandpa, my uncle, my brother—whatever you want. Can you just stop causing trouble?”
Song Zhi raised an eyebrow, feigning indignation. “Why am I getting lower and lower in seniority?”
“...Can you at least explain how you managed to offend someone like him?”
“Well...” Song Zhi thought for a moment. “You could say he feels like his pet cat, which he feeds the most expensive food, has been petted by someone else, so he’s extremely upset.”
What kind of metaphor was that?
Xia Wanyue didn’t understand. “What?”
Song Zhi smiled. “You can think of it this way—the name of that pet cat is Song Zhi.”
?????
Xia Wanyue was so shocked her jaw nearly dropped. “You...you and Jiang Yanzhou???”
She had never heard Song Zhi mention this before. She only knew Song Zhi seemed to have a secret lover.
And that person was Jiang Yanzhou?
The legendary Jiang Yanzhou??
Finally, there was movement from the study. Song Zhi hastily ended the call: “Alright, I’ll tell you next time we meet.”
She hung up.
Aunt He emerged from the study, smiling. “Don’t worry. I’ve already smoothed things over with Yanzhou. Just go in and talk to him properly. Couples shouldn’t stay mad overnight. Don’t be afraid.”
Song Zhi instantly switched her emotions, holding back tears as she nodded. “Mm.”
Aunt He finally left, heading downstairs.
Standing for too long had made her legs sore. Song Zhi opened the door and entered.
Jiang Yanzhou had finished working sometime earlier. The curtains were drawn, revealing a full-length window. He stood there, one hand casually tucked into his pants pocket.
Gazing at the dazzling river view, the lights from the opposite shore reflected inside. Boats moved slowly across the water, creating a scene like a painting—and Jiang Yanzhou was part of it.
Like jade and bamboo, noble and cold.
The light outlined a warm arc around him, softening his usual sharpness and edge.
It was as if a prickly hedgehog had rolled over, exposing its soft, white belly.
Such moments were rare.
On normal days, he was far from gentle, bordering on overly rational.
Put nicely, he was rational; put bluntly, he was heartless. But it was understandable.
After all, being born into such a family, having a sane worldview was already an achievement.
Jiang Yanzhou heard the sound and glanced at her.
His expression remained deep and reserved as usual.
Song Zhi avoided his gaze. After all, he had just been scolded because of her lies, and she felt a bit guilty.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanzhou didn’t dwell on the matter. He simply asked, “Aunt He said you cried?”
She shook her head in denial. “No.”
With a stubborn posture, she resembled the resilient heroine from a romance novel—wronged yet enduring. Typically, this was when the male lead would come to comfort her.
Jiang Yanzhou calmly turned, scrutinizing her for a few seconds, then nonchalantly hummed in acknowledgment.
Song Zhi: “?”
That’s it? Just “hmm”?
She had clearly overestimated Jiang Yanzhou. In a romance novel, he’d at best be the handsome, wealthy guy who gets duped into fatherhood.
Playing the role of the considerate little lover, she asked with concern, “Did Aunt He scold you?”
Jiang Yanzhou didn’t respond, merely gazing at her quietly.
This little brat thought her acting was flawless, but her inner schadenfreude was written all over her face.
Well, as she wished.
He nodded. “Yes, she scolded me.”
Song Zhi covered her face in mock sorrow, hiding her laughter behind feigned sympathy. “My poor baby.”
She failed to control her emotions, and laughter escaped through her teeth.
Jiang Yanzhou sighed, lowering his gaze as his hand reached into his pocket. “Aunt He said, ‘Fights at the head of the bed end at the foot.’ I think there’s some truth to it.”
He walked over to her and took out a box.
Song Zhi looked at him, puzzled.
Could this be an apology?
Suddenly, Song Zhi lost her earlier confidence. Jiang Yanzhou’s anger stemmed from seeing news of her supposedly dating another man.
This was akin to planting an entire forest on his head—something no man could endure.
Yet here he was, apologizing and even bringing a gift...
She felt a bit embarrassed.
After all, she had cursed him to drop dead earlier.
Clearing her throat, she was about to speak.
Jiang Yanzhou’s long, pale fingers meticulously unwrapped the box. “Let’s make up at the foot of the bed.”
Song Zhi finally noticed the Durex logo on the box—18 pieces.
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