Chapter 366: 366: Test Jiang Zhi’s DNA, it’s Fang Bao’s turn to be jealous (first update)

Yulin Mansion.

Luo Changfang was throwing a tantrum, her documents slamming down with a clang.

Jiang Weili emerged from the study, “What craziness are you up to now?”

She tossed the rejected project file into the wastebasket, “Jiang Zhi has replaced all our people; now over half of the group consists of his lackeys.”

“What’s the rush, the Old Madam and Jiang Zhi will be at each other’s throats sooner or later,” Jiang Weili replied to her with impatience, “Just wait and see.”

“My dad’s right.” Jiang Fuli, who was sitting to the side, joined in, “Jiang Zhi is suspicious and doesn’t trust the Old Madam, Guan Wansu’s matter isn’t so easily glossed over, let’s just wait, I have a feeling that the Old Madam and Jiang Zhi are about to come to blows.”

Luo Changfang was anxious, “What about the First House then?”

“Brother Lin is doing the same, just watching the drama unfold.”

At that moment, Jiang Weili received a phone call. Barely a couple of sentences in, his mood became agitated, “What do you mean?”

“Why can’t the transfer orders come through?”

He had been plotting for half a year, all it took was this final step, yet a mishap occurred, and he was livid, “Who intervened?”

The reply came from his secretary on the phone, “The Army Commander.”

“Bang!”

Jiang Weili slammed down the phone.

Luo Changfang, already in a foul mood, asked, “What’s wrong with you now?”

“That military department position, Lu Jingsong snatched it away.”

He had had his eye on this lucrative spot for a long time, had put a lot of effort into it these past months, and just as the transfer orders were about to come, Lu Jingsong swooped in from nowhere.

Luo Changfang remarked sarcastically, “This is all your mother’s doing, not being able to snatch a man was bad enough, but after more than fifty years she still won’t let others live in peace, did she think the Lu family was so easy to provoke? Lu Jingsong may seem low-key, but there are few in that circle who would dare to offend him.”

The Lu family had deep roots in the military and political arena, connected through various channels, with a firmly established influence.

Jiang Weili, agitated, smoked half a cigarette, picked up his laptop, and went downstairs to the study. As soon as he closed the door, the lamp in the study suddenly went out.

“Who’s there?”

He turned around, unable to clearly see what it was, when a shadow flickered before his eyes, and then he felt a numbness at the back of his neck and fell to the ground.

Who was it?

It was Lord Black Impermanence.

Lord Black Impermanence took out a phone, turned on the flashlight, and, by the light, saw that Jiang Weili had already passed out. She squatted down, used tissue paper to cover her hand, and pulled a few strands of hair from the back of his head, then stored them in a bag and sealed it.

The wind was quite strong tonight.

She walked to the window, parted her hair to the sides, feeling it wasn’t enough, she went back again, pulled a whole bunch from the top of Jiang Weili’s head, leaving him with a bald spot, and then, satisfied, jumped out the window.

Ah Wan was stunned when he saw her jump down from the third-floor windows of the villa!

“Miss Zhou, how did you get down?” He looked up; it must have been ten or twenty meters up.

Zhou Xufang landed steadily, bracing her hands against the ground, then stood up and dusted the dirt off her hands, “I jumped.”

Jumped from a height of ten or more meters?

Ah Wan, himself a national athlete, still found it unbelievable, and couldn’t help but glance at her slender legs, “Are your legs still intact?”

Zhou Xufang gave a little hop, “Intact.”

Oh!

This one was an expert.

Even more unbelievably, Ah Wan glanced at the window of the Jiang family, “That burglar-proof window?”

Zhou Xufang spoke casually as if she had bought a cabbage, “I pried it open.”

Ah Wan’s expression was as if he saw someone eat a turd, “…”

This was no mere expert.

Back in the car, Ah Wan drove, and Zhou Xufang sat in the back. His eyes kept glancing in the rearview mirror, he looked at her tentatively, hesitated, as if he wanted to say something.

Zhou Xufang sensed his expression was like he was constipated, “Do you have something you want to ask?”

“Yes.” Ah Wan did have a question, “Are you a ghost?”

She said she wasn’t, “I’m a little fairy.” Jiang Zhi said she wasn’t some monster; she was a little fairy.

Ah Wan thought she was joking, “I’m asking seriously.”

She assured him earnestly, “I am serious.”

Fine then, little fairy.

“Does my boss know?” you’re an exceptional wall climber with enormous strength.

Zhou Xufang nodded, “Mhm, he knows I’m a little fairy too.”

Ah Wan, “…”

Little fairy is the long-running joke, huh.

So, Ah Wan asked the little fairy, “When will you return to Heaven?”

Zhou Xufang answered seriously, “I’ll go back after a hundred years, taking Jiang Zhi with me.”

How does she manage to tell such a cold joke without breaking a smile?

Ah Wan chuckled, uncomfortable truths are hard to hear, but he still spoke the plain truth, “With all the wrong he’s done, he won’t make it to Heaven, might even go down below—”

“Lin Dazhuang.”

Lin Dazhuang jolted awake, his words trapped in his throat.

Zhou Xufang pursed her lips, her gaze turned cold and murderous, “If you slander my boyfriend again, I’ll punch your lights out.”

Ah Wan: “…”

Was this still the upright, kind-hearted, and resolute Miss Zhou he knew?

Well then, I wish you a century-long blissful marriage and a swift ascent to heaven.

At nine o’clock in the evening, Jiang Chuan returned from being out.

Xu Jiuru hadn’t settled down for the night yet and brewed a pot of tea that could revive the dead, waiting in the bedroom, “Didn’t I ask you to invite Brother Zhi over? Where is he?”

Jiang Chuan stepped forward to reply, “The young master has gone to Tong City.”

She also wanted to ask about the sudden major changes in the group.

“Did Zhou Xufang go too?”

“No, she went to the Lu Family tonight.”

The Lu Family again.

Xu Jiuru set down her tea cup, “What’s she doing at the Lu Family?”

“The Lu Family was hosting a son-in-law banquet, and she went along with Zhou Qingrang.”

Xu Jiuru pondered for a moment, muttering to herself, “Why does she have to get involved with the Lu Family?”

Jiang Chuan, confused, “Old Madam, is this Zhou Xufang really that important?”

She had previously thought it wasn’t important, thinking Jiang Zhi was just having fun, until the Luo Group turned into the Zhou Group…

“Eight years ago, Brother Zhi knelt in the yard for her until he vomited blood,” Xu Jiuru held the lid of her teacup and absentmindedly brushed over the rim of the cup, lost in thought for a long while, “This girl must be the apple of Brother Zhi’s eye.”

Jiang Zhi had only pleaded with her once to bring that child home to the Jiang Family to raise. If it weren’t for his collapse that night, the young master of the Jiang Family might very well have gained a child bride.

Jiang Chuan speculated, “What should we do?”

Xu Jiuru considered for a while, “Go and call that person over.”

At nine-thirty, Zhou Xufang returned to Yuquan Bay, took a bath, and was sitting on the sofa when she called Jiang Zhi; she wanted to tell him her suspicions.

The call connected, she said, “Jiang Zhi.”

There was a pause of a few seconds before someone on the other end spoke, “Director Jiang is not here, could you call back later?”

It wasn’t Jiang Zhi, it was a woman.

Zhou Xufang’s ink-stained eyes instantly went cold, “Who are you? Why are you answering Jiang Zhi’s phone?”

The other side explained, “He stepped out, the phone kept ringing.” She didn’t show the slightest remorse for picking up someone else’s phone and confidently revealed her identity, “I’m Lin Xia.”

The replacement actress for the second female lead in place of Su Chan, Zhou Xufang had heard of her.

“And you are?” asked the other party.

Zhou Xufang hung up, furious!

Tong City was a bit hotter than Imperial City, and during the summer, the stars shone brightly in the sky.

The script meeting was held in Zhao Zhong’s room with both actors and crew present. Jiang Zhi had returned to his own room and brought his computer over.

Just after Lin Xia set down the phone, she proactively informed, “Director Jiang, your phone was ringing just now.”

Jiang Zhi sat down, glanced at his phone, and asked, “You answered it?”

She explained, “Because it kept ringing—”

He lifted an eyelid, revealing a standard pair of peach blossom eyes, always seeming to hold a mist, languid yet imposing, “Didn’t your elders teach you? You can’t just pick up other people’s phones.”

Lin Xia’s smile suddenly stiffened.

With everyone from the crew present, the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing, with an awkward silence falling.

“Director Jiang,” Vice Director Zhao tried to smooth things over, “Lin Xia didn’t mean to, let’s drop it.”

Jiang Zhi put down his computer, a layer of frost appeared in his eyes. He had recovered a lot after spring, losing the sickly listlessness of winter and gaining a fierce and wild edge. He picked up his phone and stood up, “We’ll continue in half an hour.”

He stepped out to return the call.

After he was far enough away, Lin Xia’s agent dared to express indignation, “Was it necessary, over just a phone call?”

Vice Director Zhao asked Lin Xia, “Who was it that called?”

Lin Xia was still feeling the sting to her pride, her face still warm with embarrassment, and she muttered resentfully, “Someone named Fang Bao.”

No wonder.

“That’s Director Jiang’s girlfriend.”

Lin Xia was taken aback.

Everyone both inside and outside the circle knew Jiang Zhi had a girlfriend, but she had never seen the true face of Mount Lu, assuming he was like the other directors in the circle, seeking novelty, just playing around.

Vice Director Zhao purposely raised his voice as a reminder to her and to everyone present, “Lin Xia, you haven’t been with the crew for long and might not be aware, Director Jiang cherishes his girlfriend very much. They are also very much in love. If you want to keep filming smoothly, don’t entertain thoughts you shouldn’t have.”

Lin Xia’s face turned ashen with dismay.

Her agent, now incensed, stepped forward to interject, “Vice Director, what are you saying? What intentions has Lin Xia harbored?”

What intentions?

Any man could see it clear as day. She dressed quite “comfortably” for a script meeting.

Jiang Zhi, a renowned director and scion of a great family, had looks, talent, power, and wealth. Climbing on board with him would secure a woman’s future, striking it rich for life—a well-understood fact. Zhao Zhong concluded the matter saying, “As long as you are clear about it yourself, I’ll say no more to avoid coming across poorly on both sides.”

Outside the room, Jiang Zhi was calling Zhou Xufang.