Jiang Wanting turned around and saw a boy standing not far away. He was about 1.85 meters tall, with black foil-permed hair and brown phoenix eyes. His facial features combined to make him quite handsome.
“Who are you?”
Lin Zhongye froze for two seconds. What was going on? Why didn’t Jiang Wanting recognize him? Yesterday, he went to her house to look for her but was turned away. Thinking of this, Lin Zhongye gritted his teeth fiercely.
A faint glimmer flashed in Liu Yiwen’s eyes as she exclaimed in surprise, “What? Wanwan, you don’t even recognize Brother Ye anymore? He’s your boyfriend!”
Hearing this, Jiang Wanting frowned slightly. Was it really okay for the original owner’s so-called best friend to address her boyfriend so intimately?
Lin Zhongye looked at her with sorrowful, affectionate eyes. “Wanwan, what’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you see me yesterday when I went to your house?”
“I’ve lost my memory, so let’s break up!” Jiang Wanting glanced at him indifferently and stepped past him.
The passersby nearby: “…”
Truly worthy of being the campus belle of the art college—so bold!
Liu Yiwen was stunned. This wasn’t how she had imagined it would go. Could it be that this bitch really had lost her memory? She used to love Lin Zhongye to the point of life and death.
Lin Zhongye suddenly stepped forward and hugged Jiang Wanting tightly, murmuring softly, “No, I don’t agree! Even if you’ve lost your memory, I won’t break up.”
A strong, pungent scent of perfume assaulted her senses, making Jiang Wanting feel nauseous. Unable to bear it any longer, she bent her right knee and forcefully struck the man in a certain sensitive area.
“Hiss…” Lin Zhongye doubled over in pain.
“Damn! Since when did Jiang Wanting become so fierce?”
“That looks really painful!”
“How shameless can this bitch be? Lin Zhongye already lowered himself to her level, and she still acts so disgracefully? Zhongye is one of the top handsome guys in the school, okay?”
“Exactly, losing her memory and then cheating!”
“I’ve never seen a woman like this! So disgusting.”
Voices continued to echo around her, but Jiang Wanting ignored them and walked straight toward the cafeteria.
“Brother Ye, are you okay?” Liu Yiwen hurriedly went to support Lin Zhongye, shouting at Jiang Wanting, “Wanwan, how could you treat Brother Ye like this? You used to love him the most.”
Shen Family, living room.
Old Madam Shen was holding a tablet, watching a movie that had been wildly popular a year ago. Gradually, a solemn expression appeared in her eyes.
The butler standing nearby respectfully asked, “Is Madam watching the fourth young master’s movie again?”
Old Madam Shen sighed, turned off the tablet, and placed it on the sofa. Her voice came slowly.
“‘Silent Sorrow’ was his breakthrough work. He was only 22 when he filmed that movie. You know how much hardship he endured.”
“No matter how much hardship he endured, it was what he deserved!” The speaker’s voice was heavy, tinged with a trace of suppressed anger.
“Old Master,” Butler He greeted respectfully.
Old Madam Shen rolled her eyes at Old Master Shen, who was sitting diagonally across from her. “Shen Hao! How many years has it been since the child last came home? Tell me!”
Old Master Shen ignored her and sat down.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Was it me who forbade him from coming home?”
Old Madam Shen was left speechless. “You…”
Butler He couldn’t help but feel amused. The two elders of the Shen family were famously a bickering couple.
“Old He.”
Butler He understood the implication and quickly said, “There are all sorts of things happening online these days. Because of the official announcement of his fiancée, Fourth Young Master has lost over a million followers.”
“Ah?” Old Madam Shen looked at the butler in confusion, then pressed further, “Does that have a big impact on him?”
“Well… there is definitely an impact, but Fourth Young Master cares about his fans. He just posted a fan service not long ago.” Butler He took out his phone from his pocket and opened Weibo.
He was an old man, and he wasn’t afraid of being laughed at—for the sake of the old madam, he had even specially asked Third Miss to teach him how to use Weibo.
Old Madam Shen stared at the person in the photo, her eyes welling up with tears. Her wrinkled hand trembled as she gently touched the phone screen.
[Shen Zui v: Sharing pictures]
The post included two selfies.
The man in the photos showed no signs of editing; they were taken with a phone’s original camera.
Beneath his deep, narrow peach blossom eyes was a teardrop mole. Below his tall, straight nose were thin lips, a sharply defined jawline, and a sexy Adam’s apple.
While the old madam was carefully examining the photos, Old Master Shen tilted his head slightly, afraid of being noticed, his pupils shifting to the corners of his eyes.
“Sigh, he’s lost weight.”
“Grandma, who lost weight?” A gentle voice suddenly chimed in.
At that moment, two people returned from outside.
“Madam, Third Miss.”
“It’s none other than your troublesome younger brother.”
Mrs. Shen frowned slightly and quickly asked, “What’s wrong with A Zui now?”
“Nothing much. It’s just that we forced him to publicly announce his fiancée, and he ended up losing over a million followers. He just posted a new selfie—look, he’s lost quite a bit of weight.”
After saying this, Old Madam Shen handed the phone to Mrs. Shen for her to see.
Looking at the photo of her youngest son, Mrs. Shen felt a mix of emotions. That rascal hadn’t come home for nearly four years.
“It’s fine, Grandma. Look, he only posted this Weibo fifteen minutes ago, and the reposts, likes, and comments are already close to a million,” Shen Yiyin explained thoughtfully.
Shen Zui was the youngest in the Shen family, twenty-four years old. He had two older brothers and one older sister. His eldest brother was ten years older, while his second brother and third sister were six years older.
Back then, he had resolutely entered the entertainment industry. Old Master Shen had harshly declared that he should never come home again. Who would have thought that, since his debut, the boy had truly never returned home, yet he thrived in the entertainment industry.
His heart was truly hard to fathom, and no one knew who he took after.
In terms of personality, Shen Zui’s temperament somewhat resembled Old Master Shen’s, which was why, among all the children, Old Master Shen favored Shen Zui the most.
After finishing university, Shen Zui, as if possessed by some inexplicable obsession, secretly entered the entertainment industry without telling anyone in the Shen family. Despite not being professionally trained, he rose to fame after starring in just one movie.
He had been in the entertainment industry for nearly four years, and the Shen family hadn’t helped him in the slightest. Whatever achievements he had today were entirely the result of his own hard work.
He had played minor roles, supporting characters, and second male leads until he landed a major IP like “Silent Sorrow.” Many said he became an overnight sensation.
But that wasn’t entirely true. The movie had been shelved for nearly a year before it was finally released. To achieve such success now was truly fate!
…
That evening, in the Jiang family dining room.
“Grandfather, are you really going to make Wanwan marry that Shen family boy?” Jiang Qi, who was usually quiet, surprisingly spoke up.
He knew that the Shen family was in such a hurry to have Jiang Wanting marry into their family precisely to make Shen Zui return home. From what he understood, Shen Zui hadn’t been home for nearly four years.
Old Master Jiang sighed, his tone full of helplessness. “The marriage was arranged by your grandmother and Old Madam Shen before she passed. It’s better to settle this matter sooner rather than later.”
“I heard that boy hasn’t come home for years. I’m afraid he doesn’t get along well with his family, and in the end, it’ll be our Wanwan who suffers,” Second Cousin Jiang Yuming chimed in at the right moment.
Eldest Cousin Jiang Mu shook his head. “I don’t think so. Let’s wait and see.”
“…”
Jiang Wanting was utterly confused. What were they talking about?
“Auntie… want meat…” The little boy sitting next to Jiang Wanting spoke in a milky voice.
Wei Luoqin quickly asked the boy, “Ruirui, what do you want to eat? Mommy will get it for you.”
“You want this, right?” Jiang Wanting switched to serving chopsticks and picked up a piece of garlic spare rib for him.
Jiang Shurui gave Jiang Wanting a sweet, satisfied smile and said in his milky voice, “Thank you, Auntie.”
“You’re welcome.”
Everyone was momentarily stunned by this scene. Jiang Wanting didn’t like children, not even her own nephew. Jiang Shurui was also a little afraid of her, yet today, for some reason, he had dared to ask Jiang Wanting to serve him food.
“Wanwan, after school tomorrow, have Uncle Liu take you to your Eldest Sister-in-law’s shop. Change your clothes there before going to Juwixuan,” Old Master Jiang said, picking up a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Wanting was puzzled. “Grandpa, why are we going there?”
“You’ll know when you get there.”
Jiang Qi’s deep, dark eyes dimmed slightly. His sister was only twenty years old—were the Shen Family already this impatient?