18
Jiang Mian was a bit surprised. She hadn’t expected that Professor Jiang, as a faculty member, would also check out the campus forum to catch up on the latest gossip—the last time Jiang Mian put on an act, claiming Gu Qiwen had hit her and that she was giving up on pursuing him, some people had posted about it on the forum.
The thread had died down for a while, but it had recently been revived. Someone had gotten wind that for Director Zhang’s film, Jiang Mian would play the female lead and Guan Xin the second female lead.
As a result, people had been imagining all sorts of conflicts and entanglements. Several popular threads on the forum were about the two of them.
Jiang Mian had taken a quick look after hearing about it. Some people supported her, others supported Guan Xin, and the arguments were quite fierce.
Now, facing Professor Jiang’s question, Jiang Mian thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “Would he dare?”
Hearing this, Jiang Xunian gave her a careful look. Lately, this girl seemed to have changed her temperament. Her temper was much better than before, and she was noticeably more well-behaved.
But judging by her reaction now, she was still the same as always—she had just temporarily reined herself in.
“Go on, then.” Jiang Xunian smiled and waved his hand.
Just as Jiang Mian stepped out of the school gate, a low-key black car slid up. The window rolled down, revealing her billionaire tyrant father’s face. The moment she saw Han Xu, Jiang Mian felt a twinge of guilt. Had her billionaire tyrant father found out about her going to the mountains to film?
“Mianmian, get in.” Seeing his precious daughter, Han Xu’s face immediately broke into a smile.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Once in the car, Jiang Mian gave her billionaire tyrant father a sweet smile.
“I missed my precious daughter.” The old father was hit with a critical blow by his daughter’s sweet smile and wished he could hold her in his arms like when she was little.
Unfortunately, his precious daughter had grown up. He sighed inwardly with regret, then immediately took Jiang Mian’s wrist to check the injury there.
Seeing that it had completely healed, he was finally at ease—although he had already seen her wrist via a video call with Jiang Mian, only seeing it in person could truly put his mind at rest.
Han Xu had been busy with business matters lately and hadn’t seen Jiang Mian. After looking her over from head to toe, he frowned. “You’ve lost weight.”
Jiang Mian: “…”
She noticed that almost all of her fathers started with the same line when they saw her.
“Some things came up in the US. I have to fly back tonight and won’t be back for at least a month. I came to have dinner with you,” Han Xu said. “So, my beautiful little princess, would you do me the honor?”
Jiang Mian’s insides were almost hurting from laughter, but she had to keep a straight face. She nodded. “Alright! I want a big feast.”
Conditions in the mountains would be much more basic compared to the city. Although she wasn’t picky about material comforts, she wouldn’t say no to a good meal before heading off.
Midway, she received a message from her Film Emperor Dad asking where she was. She replied that she was with Han Xu. Soon after, her Film Emperor Dad sent an emoji of chugging a bottle of vinegar. Jiang Mian couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Han Xu had always known that his precious daughter valued her privacy, so he didn’t try to look when she was texting. But when he heard her laugh out loud, he felt a sense of crisis. “Mianmian, who are you texting?”
Could it be that his precious daughter still hadn’t given up on that kid surnamed Gu?
“It’s Father Qin.” Jiang Mian moved her phone so Han Xu could see. When he saw the vinegar-chugging emoji Qin Jingrun had sent, he burst out laughing, thinking that his precious daughter clearly liked him more.
Qin Jingrun’s next message quickly arrived: “He’s so stingy. Don’t hang out with him. I’ll take you somewhere with even better food.” He also sent several pictures of delicious food.
Han Xu: “…”
Badmouthing him to his face and trying to steal his precious daughter away? Han Xu let out an angry snort, immediately pulled out his phone, and called Qin Jingrun. “Narcissist Qin, let me tell you, my precious daughter is mine tonight. Don’t you be shameless!”
Then he hung up with a snap.
Jiang Mian: “…”
On the other end of the line, Qin Jingrun wasn’t angry about being hung up on. From what he knew, something had happened at Han Enterprises in the US. Han Xu would need at least a month to deal with it. Zuo Xingping was elusive and couldn’t be found. And that guy working criminal investigations was out on a mission somewhere, who knew where.
In other words, no one would be competing with him for his precious daughter during this time!
But his joy lasted no more than two seconds. Thinking about Jiang Mian heading into the mountains to join the film crew, he sighed.
Sure, no one would be competing with him for his precious daughter, but the problem was that his precious daughter had sprouted wings and flown off to the mountains—he wouldn’t be able to see her either!
Jiang Mian was taken by Han Xu to a seven-star restaurant for dinner. Her billionaire tyrant father had booked the entire place. A team of waitstaff stood by to serve, and a pianist played elegant, soothing music in the distance—all of it to ensure that no one would disturb the brief time the father and daughter could finally spend together.
They had more than enough money, so why not be this indulgent!
From the original owner’s memories, this kind of scene was perfectly ordinary whenever she was with her billionaire tyrant father. So, Jiang Mian enjoyed a very comfortable, very lavish dinner.
Her billionaire tyrant father kept having the staff serve her dish after dish, urging her to eat more, as if trying to fatten up his thin precious daughter on the spot.
In the end, Jiang Mian went home with a very full stomach: = =
Since he was in a hurry to leave, Han Xu didn’t walk Jiang Mian upstairs. But thinking that he wouldn’t see his precious daughter for a long time, while that narcissist Qin would see her often, the billionaire tyrant father felt a pang of jealousy.
“Goodbye, Dad. Be safe on the road.” Jiang Mian voluntarily gave her billionaire tyrant father a hug.
Han Xu’s jealousy immediately dissipated. He gently stroked his precious daughter’s smooth hair. “If anyone bullies you, just call Dad. I’ll send someone to beat them up.”
“Mm-hmm.” Jiang Mian nodded obediently.
“You told Narcissist Qin that I didn’t buy you a yacht, which made me take the blame. But that’s okay. I’m willing to take the blame.” Han Xu pulled out a photograph. It showed a luxury yacht whose exterior alone proclaimed its immense value. “So, it’s yours.”
Jiang Mian was dumbfounded.
Han Xu: “On weekends or during breaks, invite some friends to throw a party and take it out on the sea. I’ve arranged all the crew on the yacht. You don’t have to worry about a thing—just have fun.”
Jiang Mian: “…”
Dad, that’s not how you spoil a daughter!
It wasn’t until his assistant reminded him for the fifth time that it was time to leave that Han Xu reluctantly let go of Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian stood on tiptoe and kissed her billionaire tyrant father on the cheek. “Goodbye, Dad.”
And so, Han Xu floated all the way back to the US. On the way, he posted a WeChat Moments update: “My precious daughter kissed me tonight!!!”
He hid this post from everyone else, including Jiang Mian, and specifically shared it only with her Film Emperor Dad and her Police Dad —her Taoist Dad didn’t have WeChat.
Although the fathers didn’t get along, they had added each other on WeChat. They just never interacted with each other normally.
Of course, Jiang Mian knew nothing of what her billionaire tyrant father had done. After watching his car drive away, she turned back toward the apartment complex. But after only a few steps, her phone rang. It was Qin Jingrun.
“Baby, guess where I am?”
Before Jiang Mian could answer, her Film Emperor Dad revealed the answer himself: “Hurry up and leave that big miser Han Xu behind. Come home. Dad is waiting for you at your door.”
Jiang Mian had suspected it the moment she heard Qin Jingrun’s first sentence. So, she wasn’t surprised. She immediately quickened her pace and headed upstairs.
Meanwhile, Qin Jingrun, wearing a mask and a cap, stood outside Jiang Mian’s door. He had come discreetly. Tomorrow, his precious daughter would be heading into the mountains to join the film crew, so naturally he wanted to take this chance to see her.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jingrun leaned against the wall. His phone vibrated with a message from Lin Xi:
“The host is very unhappy.”—He had snuck away from the event.
Qin Jingrun’s slender fingers tapped lightly on the screen. He quickly replied: “They said two hours, then wanted to extend it to three. I didn’t call them out for breach of contract—that’s generous enough.”
Lin Xi thought: You have your reasons, I can’t argue with you. Then said: “You suddenly left like that. The internet will be tearing into you soon enough.”
Although Qin Jingrun had top-tier popularity in the entertainment industry, more fame meant more trouble. Everything he did, no matter how small, could be magnified a hundredfold and become front-page news, fodder for countless netizens to dissect.
Those who liked him, of course, still liked him. Those who didn’t would find every possible way to attack him. Qin Jingrun was long used to it and no longer paid attention to the online noise.
Lin Xi: “Brother Chen keeps calling me. He’s definitely going to ask where you went. What should I say? I already foresee his fury burning me bald.”
—Chen Xu was Qin Jingrun’s agent.
Qin Jingrun: “Tell him I came to find my little lover.”
Lin Xi: “…”
Just as he was tapping away on his keyboard, replying to his assistant, Qin Jingrun heard a sound. He looked up and saw a man with a white cloth over his eyes stepping out of the apartment across from his precious daughter’s door.
Qin Jingrun frowned. He remembered that the apartment across the hall had always been empty.
Previously, they had worried about someone moving in, not knowing what kind of person it might be, so they had wanted to buy that apartment as well. But Jiang Mian had been unhappy and stopped them.
They had no choice but to give in to her.
When had the person across the way moved in?
He studied the man carefully. Then, looking closer, he found him familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before…
“Mianmian?” Qi Yanshu spoke. He had heard a noise outside and thought Jiang Mian had returned. But when he called out and got no response, he understood that the person there was not Jiang Mian.
The man’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Qin Jingrun’s gaze moved from Qi Yanshu’s face to his right hand, which was in a cast. He immediately realized that this was the man at the reception whose hand his precious daughter had accidentally broken.
At that time, Qi Yanshu had been wearing light-shielding glasses and dressed more formally, which was quite different from his current casual, loungewear appearance. That was why Qin Jingrun hadn’t recognized him at first.
Wait—
Qin Jingrun put down his phone, looked at Qi Yanshu, then at his precious daughter’s door behind him. He frowned. “So, you and Mianmian have known each other for a while?”
The moment Qin Jingrun spoke, Qi Yanshu knew who he was. At the reception, Jiang Mian had explained that Qin Jingrun was an elder of hers.
Since he couldn’t see, his hearing was especially sharp now. He could identify things by sound—and people, too.
Qi Yanshu was about to answer when the elevator let out a ding. Jiang Mian stepped out. Seeing the two of them, she swallowed the “Dad” that had nearly escaped her lips.
The fewer people who knew about her four fathers, the better—this was a subconscious thought lodged in her mind.
Qi Yanshu already knew about her father-daughter relationship with her Taoist Dad. If she called Qin Jingrun “Dad” in front of him, it would inevitably raise suspicion.
“Mianmian,” Qin Jingrun said, his address for his precious daughter perfectly normal in front of an outsider. “Isn’t this the gentleman whose hand you accidentally injured at the reception? Why didn’t you tell me he was your neighbor?”
Since his precious daughter knew this man, why hadn’t she mentioned it at the reception? Why hide it?
Suspicious. Very suspicious.
Qin Jingrun sized up Qi Yanshu without showing it. Last time, he had focused on Qi Yanshu as an injured party, his attention elsewhere. Now—good physique, good build, good presence. As for age, he seemed a bit older.
Jiang Mian noticed Qin Jingrun’s gaze and helplessly pressed a hand to her forehead.
Dad, what’s with that interrogation stare!
She coughed lightly. “At the time, I was worried about Uncle Qi’s injury and didn’t have a chance to tell you.”
“Uncle Qi?” Qin Jingrun immediately felt relieved. He said apologetically, “Mr. Qi, I’m truly sorry. Due to Mianmian’s recklessness, you were injured… How is the injury now?”
Qi Yanshu replied politely, “It wasn’t Mianmian’s fault. It’s already much better.”
Jiang Mian blinked. The two men were talking right in front of her as if she didn’t exist. Just as she was about to make her presence known, they finished their conversation.
Qi Yanshu tilted his head slightly in her direction, as if he wanted to say something to her. But in the end, he said nothing and turned back into his room.
She and Qin Jingrun entered her apartment. He tested the waters: “Baby, are you very close with this Uncle Qi?”
“Kind of.” Jiang Mian poured water for her Film Emperor Dad, putting on an innocent expression. “I broke the man’s hand. As an adult, I have to take responsibility, don’t I?”
Seeing his precious daughter’s unruffled expression, Qin Jingrun finally let go of his last bit of tension.
Among the four fathers, they held different opinions about Jiang Mian dating.
Her billionaire tyrant father thought that his precious daughter was so beautiful—why not date? Let a boyfriend dote on her and add some spice to her life. No problem.
The prerequisite was that the boyfriend must obey his precious daughter’s every whim.
When Jiang Mian had early crushes in middle and high school, her billionaire tyrant father not only knew about all of them but had also secretly threatened those young boys: dating was fine, but if they dared to lay a hand on his precious daughter, he would break their legs!
At the same time, this was also a key reason why the original owner had asked her billionaire tyrant father to make Gu Qiwen date her, and why he had initially refused: a poor boy with no ability whatsoever, arrogant, who didn’t even put his precious daughter in his sights—even if he dated her, could he treat her well?
Her Taoist Dad had no say in this matter—the original owner didn’t like him, so he was always cautious around her.
If his precious daughter started dating, he would dig up the other person’s birth details for a thorough fortune calculation, and also do some discreet observation.
Her Police Dad was very open-minded and respected his precious daughter’s opinion. After all, with the four of them backing her, who would dare bully her?
Only her Film Emperor Dad still saw his precious daughter as a three-year-old child, a little baby he held dear in the palm of his hand. How could she possibly be allowed to date?
Having the other three competing with him for the baby was bad enough. Now he was supposed to let another man compete too? Absolutely not!
Besides, who knew what this other man’s intentions were in dating his precious daughter?
What if he saw that she was beautiful and was motivated by lust? Or thought she had money and was greedy for wealth? In short, what if he didn’t truly like her, but ended up scheming against her and hurting her?
The only way to prevent all that was to not let his precious daughter date at all.
At the very least, his precious daughter couldn’t date until she was fully grown.
Qin Jingrun was extremely vigilant on this front. He had always been sending Jiang Mian the message that she couldn’t date. But he also knew her temper well—she loved to go against what the four fathers said. The more they told her not to do something, the more she wanted to do it.
To avoid making his precious daughter angry, Qin Jingrun used various methods to educate her indirectly about the downsides of dating.
If Jiang Mian only had him as a father, this approach might have worked. But unfortunately, she had four fathers, and each one spoiled her in a different way, resulting in a girl who would never listen to just one father and did whatever made her happy.
Qin Jingrun had been worried there might be something between his precious daughter and the neighbor across the hall. But after hearing Jiang Mian’s address for Qi Yanshu and seeing her attitude, he knew there was nothing going on. Of course, he was happy.
Still, he was a little curious. Qi Yanshu looked younger than him, not exactly the “uncle” type. Why would his precious daughter call him uncle?
Jiang Mian had no choice but to repeat the explanation she had given her Taoist Dad for her Film Emperor Dad’s benefit.
“So, he’s from the Qi family.” Although Qin Jingrun was in the entertainment industry, he knew a bit about some wealthy and influential families. But he didn’t really care about such things, as long as this man didn’t try to compete with him for his precious daughter.
After confirming that Qi Yanshu posed no threat, Qin Jingrun relaxed. He had come for two reasons: first, to see his precious daughter, and second—
He pulled up two photos on his phone and showed them to Jiang Mian to familiarize her with the faces.
The two photos were of two people. One was a young woman—a personal assistant he had found for her. How could she go into the mountains without an assistant? He had wanted to hire two, but considering Jiang Mian’s temperament, he ended up hiring just one.
The other was a nutritionist. Conditions in the mountains would be tough. Having a nutritionist by her side would serve a purpose, providing the best possible sustenance under difficult circumstances.
After hearing what her Film Emperor Dad had to say, Jiang Mian was speechless.
“Dad, I’m going there to work, to shoot a film,” she said, half laughing, half exasperated. “Not to go on vacation.”
Qin Jingrun frowned. “And this is a vacation? Dad hasn’t even arranged a full service package for you yet—makeup artist, stylist, bodyguards… You’re the female lead. One nutritionist and one assistant are the bare minimum. Look at any actress in the industry—don’t they all have a whole entourage around them wherever they go?”
Jiang Mian laughed. She was still a nobody right now, while those people were all big stars.
But this was her Film Emperor Dad’s kindness. If she kept rejecting it, he would be upset. So, she happily accepted.
“Baby is so good.” Qin Jingrun had accomplished what he came for. Knowing that Jiang Mian had to travel tomorrow, he didn’t stay long, leaving time for his precious daughter to rest well. Finally, he reluctantly left.
After he was gone, Jiang Mian cheerfully began packing. Her Film Emperor Dad had wanted to call the assistant over immediately to help her, but she firmly refused. She wasn’t a helpless baby who couldn’t even pack her own luggage.
Once she finished packing, remembering that she was headed to the mountains for at least a month, she knocked on Qi Yanshu’s door.
“Uncle Qi, I’m joining the film crew tomorrow. When you go for your follow-up appointment, should I have Aunt Liu go with you?”
During this time, because of Qi Yanshu’s hand injury, Jiang Mian had been cooking something every night and bringing it over. From their occasional conversations, Qi Yanshu knew she was going to film a movie, but he didn’t know exactly when.
Hearing that Jiang Mian was leaving tomorrow, he furrowed his brow. Thinking he didn’t want Aunt Liu to accompany him, Jiang Mian said, “It’s okay if Aunt Liu doesn’t go with you. But you must tell me the results of the follow-up. Call me if there are any problems.”
Only when Qi Yanshu’s hand was completely healed would her karma in this matter be settled.
The next day, Jiang Mian met the assistant and nutritionist her Film Emperor Dad had assigned to her. The assistant was named Tang An’an, twenty-four years old. Her baby face made her look like a minor.
The nutritionist was a young man named Xie Siyuan, one of Qin Jingrun’s three personal nutritionists. Qin Jingrun had specially sent him over.
The mountains where filming would take place were in City X. First, they took a flight to the provincial capital, then boarded the production crew’s vehicle. After a bumpy ride, they finally arrived at the town closest to the mountains. From there, they needed to walk into the village deep in the mountains where filming would occur.
“Walk?” Tang An’an’s eyes widened as she looked at the loess slope beneath her feet, then at Jiang Mian.
Lin Xi was her cousin. Since Qin Jingrun needed a reliable assistant to take care of his precious daughter, Lin Xi had recommended his cousin Tang An’an.
Tang An’an had previously been an assistant to a female celebrity, but that celebrity was extremely difficult to please. After enduring countless indignities, she finally couldn’t take it anymore, quit, and stayed home.
Through Lin Xi’s connection, she signed a confidentiality agreement and became Jiang Mian’s assistant. She didn’t know the relationship between Jiang Mian and Qin Jingrun, but her cousin Lin Xi repeatedly emphasized that she must take good care of Jiang Mian and told her that as long as she went along with Jiang Mian’s wishes, Jiang Mian would be easier to work with than anyone.
She kept this firmly in mind, thinking that if Jiang Mian really was too difficult, she could always quit again.
But after spending a few hours with Jiang Mian, she could tell that this young woman wasn’t hard to get along with, and she felt much more relaxed.
As an assistant, she had to consider everything for her boss. Could she really let a delicate young woman like Jiang Mian walk such a long mountain path?
“Isn’t there a car?” Tang An’an asked a crew member.
The crew member, knowing she was the female lead’s assistant, said politely, “This is a mountain area. We still have to go up and down slopes ahead. Cars simply can’t get through. You have to walk.”
Tang An’an wanted to say more, but Jiang Mian came over and took her arm. “It’s not like the city here in the mountains. Let’s go.”
“Mianmian, walking so far will be too hard on your feet,” Tang An’an worried. As an assistant who was used to running around, her physical stamina was naturally better than the average person. Even she found the thought of walking to the village daunting, let alone a sheltered rich girl who had never endured hardship.
Jiang Mian was about to reply when a crew vehicle pulled up. Shortly after, Guan Xin got out. A girl who looked like her assistant was with her. The girl was carrying a large suitcase, and the two of them worked together to lift the case out of the car.
Compared to Jiang Mian, who had an assistant, a nutritionist, and two crew members specially sent by Director Zhang to carry her luggage, Guan Xin looked quite shabby.
Guan Xin’s assistant, Zheng Xiaoyu, glanced toward Jiang Mian and snorted. “What’s she so proud of? She’s just relying on her family’s money. Guan Guan, don’t be upset. If you hadn’t told Mr. Shen not to make special arrangements for you, our setup would be much grander than hers.”
“My relationship with Mr. Shen is not what you imagine,” Guan Xin said, her expression changing slightly.
“Fine, fine, I know. I won’t say anything carelessly.” Zheng Xiaoyu curled her lip almost imperceptibly. “I’ll take the suitcase.”
…
The mountain path was difficult, but at least it wasn’t raining. If it had been raining, that would have been a disaster.
The group walked for over three hours. Just before the sky went completely dark, they finally reached the village where filming would take place.
Jiang Mian and Tang An’an were arranged to stay in the only brick-and-tile house in the village. The homeowner, having received money from Jiang Mian, had vacated the bedroom—the only bedroom with an indoor bathroom.
Guan Xin was assigned to a dirt-floored house shared with the third female lead, sleeping on a heated brick bed, with the toilet outside.
Zheng Xiaoyu chattered while unpacking. “Guan Guan, really, you shouldn’t have refused Mr. Shen’s kindness. Look at this mattress, it’s so dirty. It’s disgusting to sleep on. Did you see where Jiang Mian is staying? How about I go find the coordinator and get you a different room? This bed is not fit for human habitation.”
Just then, the third female lead walked in carrying her things. Hearing Zheng Xiaoyu’s words, she glanced at Guan Xin and said, “Conditions in the mountains are mostly like this. I heard from the cameraman that the room Jiang Mian is staying in—she paid the homeowner for it herself.”
The third female lead finished speaking, ignored whatever expressions they had, put her things away, and turned to leave.
Zheng Xiaoyu was still mumbling. Guan Xin, reaching her limit, said, “Can you please stop?!”
Zheng Xiaoyu’s voice cut off abruptly. Their eyes met. Guan Xin strode out of the room. Seeing her leave, Zheng Xiaoyu muttered, “What’s with the holier-than-thou act? We all know how you got this role.”
Guan Xin hadn’t gone far. Zheng Xiaoyu thought she had and didn’t lower her voice much, every word fell into Guan Xin’s ears.
Guan Xin clenched her fists tightly. Even if her role now was only the second female lead, she would still play it well and crush Jiang Mian with her skill!
…
Jiang Mian decided to walk around and familiarize herself with the environment. Tang An’an wanted to follow her, but she refused. “You’ve got several blisters on your feet. Don’t come with me. Get some good rest. I’ll be back after a short walk.”
Tang An’an watched helplessly as Jiang Mian walked away with light, easy steps. She, the assistant, had been nearly dog-tired after walking over three hours on the mountain path, yet Jiang Mian, a pampered rich girl, seemed completely unfazed.
She began to doubt what her cousin had told her—”Mianmian is very delicate.”
This was delicate???
Night in the mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, was exceptionally quiet. Most importantly, the spiritual energy in the mountain air was noticeably more abundant than in the city.
Jiang Mian took a deep breath. Knowing this, she should have brought the materials for setting up a spirit-gathering array in her bedroom. Setting one up here would probably work quite well.
Her cultivation progress lately hadn’t matched what she gained from going with her Taoist Dad to the Experimental Middle School last time. She would have to tag along with him again when she got back.
Just as she was thinking of her Taoist Dad, he suddenly called.
Jiang Mian couldn’t help but smile. Was this father-daughter telepathy?
She answered the phone, and Zuo Xingping’s happy voice came through. “Mianmian, I’ll be back in a few days. I earned several tens of thousands this time. I saw a very beautiful dress in a mall—it’s pink. Can I buy it for you?”
The reason her Taoist Dad asked for her opinion was that he had bought clothes for his precious daughter before, only to be rejected by the original owner.
But despite the rejection, he still wanted to buy things for her. He asked every time, and every time he got the same impatient answer: “I won’t wear anything you buy! No! No!”
“Okay,” Jiang Mian said. “Thank you, Dad.”
Jiang Mian heard a yelp from Zuo Xingping on the other end of the line. She frowned. “Dad, what’s wrong?”
“I, I just caught a mouse, and it got away by accident.” Zuo Xingping’s voice was hesitant and a bit urgent. “Mianmian, I have to go now.”
The phone beeped as the line went dead.
Jiang Mian: “…”
Zuo Xingping hurriedly stuffed his button-key phone into his pocket. He was a bit annoyed. He had finally caught this weasel spirit that had been causing trouble in someone’s house, but because he was happily talking to his precious daughter, the creature had found a loophole and escaped.
Still, being able to buy a dress for his precious daughter put him in a good mood. He said good-naturedly, “Come out quietly on your own. Don’t make me get rough.”
The space around him was empty. The only reply was his own echo.
With no other choice, Zuo Xingping resigned himself to getting rough again~
The next day, Jiang Mian got up early, changed clothes, and did her makeup. After a flurry of activity, her first scene didn’t start until the afternoon.
Whether by coincidence or design, her first scene wasn’t with the male lead, but with the second female lead.
Jiang Mian looked at the script and clicked her tongue. Interesting.
**