On the evening of September 4, Zhou Xufang went to bed early, exhausted from going out.

When she woke up, the lights in the ward weren’t on, but there was light in the room.

She rubbed her eyes, “Jiang Zhi.”

“Mm,” Jiang Zhi was sitting next to her, still awake, the flashlight of his phone turned on. In his hands, he held the two marriage certificates they had picked up that day, “Is the light too bright?”

Zhou Xufang shook her head, “What time is it?”

“Two o’clock.”

Who knows how long he had been staring at the marriage certificate.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’m going to sleep now.” Jiang Zhi turned off the light on his phone, placed the marriage certificates under his pillow, then lay down and held her, “Fang Bao, I’m very happy today.”

Zhou Xufang was feeling drowsy because of the medication, “Because of the marriage certificate?”

“Because of you.”

On September 6, “Ting Que” was released, breaking a hundred million at the box office on the same day.

On September 14, just eight days after the release of “Ting Que,” the box office broke twenty billion.

Vice Director Zhao… no, he’s not the vice director anymore, he’s the director, Director Zhao, grinned like a chrysanthemum, chuckling and laughing to everyone he met.

After filming, he gave Director Jiang a call, “Director Jiang.”

Director Jiang, who he hadn’t contacted in a long time, was rather cold, “What is it?”

See, feelings have really cooled; you really do need to keep in touch.

Director Zhao sat in his director’s chair, casually peeled an orange with one hand, legs crossed, “I’m planning a celebration banquet. Are you coming?”

Jiang Zhi rejected the invitation outright, “No.”

With the movie’s box office success, Director Zhao was ecstatic, his tone all sticky, “Come on, join the fun.”

“You guys have fun, my treat,” Jiang Zhi said. “I won’t be coming; I can’t make the time.”

Looks like the Lu Family is really busy and prosperous.

Director Zhao continued to cajole, his voice sticky, “Taking over the family business isn’t something that’s done in a day or two. You should come out to relax occasionally.”

Jiang Zhi was succinct, “Busy, no time.”

“Put off whatever work you have for a few days,” Director Zhao popped half an orange into his mouth, sweetly content, “If you, the esteemed director, don’t come, how can I have my celebration banquet?”

“I can’t put it off, I’m getting married.”

Zhao Zhong choked on a mouthful of orange juice!

He coughed for a long time, stuttered, “When, when is it?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t say.

Zhao Zhong was itching to know and couldn’t hold back, so he shamelessly asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me?”

The other replied succinctly, “No.”

Zhao Zhong: “…”

Heh, he brought this embarrassment upon himself.

He had collaborated with Jiang Zhi on three movies, they were old partners. He had invited Jiang Zhi to his son’s wedding, his son’s son’s birth, his second marriage.

Although Jiang Zhi never attended.

Look at that, look, such an unfeeling man!

Zhao Zhong suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and his tone cooled, “Well, I wish you a happy marriage then, goodbye!”

Jiang Zhi hung up first.

Zhao Zhong: “…”

So many movies together, what, was he collaborating with a dog?

The new assistant director, clueless, came over to ask, “Is Director Jiang coming to the celebration banquet?”

Zhao Zhong threw a peel of orange at him, “Don’t mention that dog!”

“Ah?” Didn’t you say you and Director Jiang were sworn brothers?

The assistant director was baffled.

Zhao Zhong kicked the table and yelled, “That dog is getting married and he won’t invite me!”

Oh, so Director Jiang didn’t invite Director Zhao to his wedding.

“He thinks I really want to go! I don’t want to go!”

The assistant director touched his nose, pretending not to know that Director Zhao really wanted to attend Director Jiang’s wedding.

“Next time my son turns one month old, let’s see if I invite him!”

The assistant director kept silent.

Sigh, a man in his fifties or sixties, marrying a girl in her twenties for his second marriage and having an enormous son weighing about seventeen or eighteen pounds, really has the nerve to throw a full-month party, doesn’t he? Though other men would be envious, some shame would be nice to have.

“I won’t invite him then, I’ll even save on the gift money, hmph!”

The assistant director thought that the red envelope money should still be given.

At that moment—

“Director.”

A head popped up from behind the camera.

Zhao Zhong was startled, “Who are you?”

It was a woman.

Her face was covered in artificial blood, hair unkempt, dressed as a palace maid, “It’s me, Luo Yinghe.”

He really didn’t recognize her.

Zhao Zhong wasn’t familiar with her at all, not one bit, “What are you doing here?”

Such a hurtful question.

Luo Yinghe might not be a hit star, but she’s still a performer, and she’s had her moments of fame!

“I’m filming here.” Watching Zhao Zhong’s utterly clueless expression, Luo Yinghe silently cursed his whole family before saying, “That corpse just now was played by me.”

Zhao Zhong thought about it. They had just shot a scene with a palace uprising, where dozens of palace maids died. Only three of them showed their faces in front of the camera, and this girl wasn’t one of them.

“Oh, is that so.”

Luo Yinghe: “…”

Goddammit!

Hold it in, don’t lose your temper!

Luo Yinghe struggled to control the rage bubbling inside her, “Director, did you just mention that Director Jiang is getting married? Is it true?”

“What’s it to you?”

Luo Yinghe didn’t usually spill the beans: “I’m relatives with Director Jiang’s girlfriend.” She had visited that old bitch Luo Changfang in jail once, just trying to scrounge up some benefits, but the old witch had told her that Zhou Xufang was a part of the Luo Family and to make nice with Zhou Xufang.

As if!

Zhao Zhong chuckled.

That wife-slave Jiang Zhi, if this girl was Zhou Xufang’s relative from her maternal family, would she be in such a sorry state? Would she still be despised by everyone in the entertainment industry and even dogs would turn their noses up at her? Zhao Zhong didn’t buy it for a second. But then again, it’s no wonder the industry shuns her; back when the Luo Family hadn’t collapsed, she acted all high and mighty, offending everyone left and right. With such poor popularity and a temper to boot, it’s a wonder anyone lets her even play an extra out of pity.

Seeing Zhao Zhong’s disbelief, Luo Yinghe emphasized, “Really, we’re actually related.”

As if she wanted to be related to that little mute Luo San. Just her lousy luck!

Zhao Zhong: “Oh, is that so.”

“…”

She felt her temper about to explode, holding it back: “Could you tell me when their wedding is?”

Zhao Zhong had worked with her on a film before, a film that tanked, not to mention her being a diva on set. Now that the tables had turned, of course, he wasn’t going to be nice to her: “You said you’re relatives with Director Jiang’s girlfriend, why are you asking me? Go ask your relative.”

Luo Yinghe: “…”

If he weren’t a director, she’d kill him!

“Director Zhao,” she took a step closer, “how did you think I did just now?”

Zhao Zhong had no idea which corpse she played; he didn’t remember at all.

He bluffed: “Not bad.”

Her acting was terrible; she made the groveling seem like mild intellectual disability: “Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right. But,” she chuckled, “I think before the Rong Palace Maid dies, she could have another line.”

So she’s here to fish for more lines.

Zhao Zhong just watched her fooling around: “What line?”

Luo Yinghe pulled out all her acting chops, screaming, “Ah, I’m innocent!”

“…” Zhao Zhong was filled with second-hand embarrassment.

She self-indulgently added, “With this line, not only can it show the Rong Palace Maid’s unwavering loyalty, but it also highlights her desperation and adds to the gravity of the whole treason plot.”

Why on earth do we need to highlight the loyalty and despair of a palace maid who’s only shown her face once? Does anyone care?

Haha, listen to her spouting nonsense.

Zhao Zhong withdrew his outstretched foot and hollered, “That’s a wrap!”

Luo Yinghe clenched her teeth, made a fist.

If this were the past, who would dare treat her like this!

Once Zhao Zhong was far away, she kicked over a chair: “Hmph, bitch!” Once she hit it big and became a chairwoman, she’d make sure he paid!

Ding.

A WeChat message came through; it was someone looking to buy a purse.

Non-Milk-Drinking Cow: “Could you drop the price a bit for purse number three?”

Luo Family Chairwoman: “Firm price.”

The medicine for her temper was expensive, her mom only made so little washing dishes at a restaurant, and being an extra paid even less—selling bags was all that kept her afloat.

Non-Milk-Drinking Cow: “Just a little discount, please, make it even, 2000 yuan?”

Luo Family Chairwoman: “This bag would sell for over ten thousand in the store. I’ve only carried it twice, and selling it for 2999 is already very cheap.”

Non-Milk-Drinking Cow: “How do I know it’s not fake?”

Luo Family Chairwoman: “Then don’t buy it.”

Go donate your eyes if they are blind!

Luo Yinghe raged, “Idiot!”

Non-Milk-Drinking Cow: “Okay, fine, 2999 it is. I’ll send you the address.”

Luo Family Chairwoman: “Alright, dear~”

Once she became a chairwoman, she’d find all these haggling bastards and slap each one of them.

Forget it. Once she became a chairwoman, she’d start by keeping Xiao Yusheng for herself.

September 20th, only a week away from the wedding, Zhou Xufang was recovering nicely and had left the hospital to return to Jiang Zhi’s Qingshan Mansion.

That evening, Yao Bixi made a call to Zhou Xufang.

After finishing the call, she said to Jiang Zhi: “Great-aunt sent over the clothes during the day, two sets, both in the wardrobe in the bedroom.”

Jiang Zhi opened the wardrobe, inside there was a set of white wedding dress and a set of red traditional Chinese bridal attire.

He asked Zhou Xufang, “Want to try them on?”

“Now?”

“Yes, I want to see.”

“Okay.”

Zhou Xufang took the wedding dress, intending to change in the bathroom.

Jiang Zhi stopped her: “The dress is too long, you might trip. Change here.”

She agreed, “Then turn around.”

Jiang Zhi: “No need.”