If Xu Zhiyuan didn’t know the plot, she really wouldn’t have doubted Xu Tianhe’s words.
If Xu Zhiyuan didn’t already have feelings for He Jiayu, and the two were only nominal husband and wife—at most, they could be considered friends—she might have been hurt by these words and jealous of Xu Zhixiao.
But because she knew the plot, listening to Xu Tianhe say all this, Xu Zhiyuan found it quite amusing.
How could Xu Tianhe have such a misconception? Did he truly believe the rumors circulating outside, or was it Xu Zhixiao who gave him this illusion?
He Jiayu was genuinely just away on a business trip to handle company matters. What did it have to do with Xu Zhixiao? And to say that Xu Zhixiao didn’t return with He Jiayu because of her—how utterly ridiculous! If he wanted to manipulate her, he didn’t need to tell such a joke.
The more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed, and Xu Zhiyuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Xu Tianhe’s face darkened. “What are you laughing at?”
Xu Zhiyuan tried hard to suppress her laughter. “Because what you just said is hilarious. Did Xu Zhixiao tell you that He Jiayu went to find her? You should double-check to avoid making a mistake and becoming a laughingstock when word gets out.”
She continued, “How things are between He Jiayu and me is none of your concern. I’ll handle it myself. If you want the He family’s help, go find He Jiayu yourself—or Xu Zhixiao. I’m a useless waste and really can’t help.”
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.”
Without waiting for Xu Tianhe’s response, Xu Zhiyuan turned and walked out of the office on her own.
The company manager was right outside the office. Seeing Xu Zhiyuan come out, he instinctively glanced inside, and when he looked back, he met Xu Zhiyuan’s clear eyes, instantly feeling awkward.
“Miss Xu—Second Miss, this was all Mr. Xu’s intention.”
He truly hadn’t known that Xu Zhiyuan was Xu Tianhe’s daughter. Xu Zhiyuan’s usual demeanor didn’t resemble that of a wealthy young lady at all—she was too quiet, reserved, and could even be described as insecure, nothing like a privileged heiress.
If Xu Tianhe hadn’t suddenly called personally this time, how would he have known?
“I guessed as much,” Xu Zhiyuan replied stiffly. She didn’t have much goodwill toward the manager, but she wasn’t about to give him a cold shoulder. “Manager Wang, I’ll go pack my things now.”
“Ah, yes, um…?”
Wait, was Xu Zhiyuan really leaving? Wasn’t Mr. Xu just trying to scare her?
…
Xu Zhiyuan didn’t have many belongings. She packed a small bag simply and quickly. She didn’t say goodbye to her colleagues because the original host wasn’t very familiar with the company employees. Even after working for a year, she still didn’t know all her coworkers.
Leaving the office building, Xu Zhiyuan felt as if she had accomplished something significant. Both her body and mind relaxed.
From now on, she wouldn’t have to go to work. She could stay home as a “literary copycat,” free and at ease, without having to face colleagues with all sorts of agendas or decipher their roundabout words. Just thinking about it made Xu Zhiyuan want to laugh.
As for the unpleasantness with Xu Tianhe, she simply tossed it to the back of her mind.
Though, her performance earlier hadn’t been particularly impressive. Oh well, dwelling on it would only bring unnecessary trouble.
“Young Madam.”
Yuan Yuan walked over.
Xu Zhiyuan looked at him in surprise. “Assistant Yuan, what brings you here?”
“Mr. He sent me to pick you up.”
Yuan Yuan smiled and replied, then reached out to take the things from Xu Zhiyuan’s hands. Xu Zhiyuan avoided it, saying it wasn’t very heavy anyway.
Hearing that He Jiayu had sent him, Xu Zhiyuan immediately felt even happier, thinking that He Jiayu was really quite considerate.
He truly was. From their interactions over the past few days, Xu Zhiyuan felt that He Jiayu was better than the male lead, who was still nowhere to be found.
He Jiayu was a CEO, but he wasn’t domineering at all. During their time together, she could sense his care and accommodation toward her. His personality was also good—gentle and down-to-earth. They even had topics to talk about.
(He Jiayu: So this is the wonderful image I have in my wife’s heart. Truly, it’s too good.)
(Yuan Yuan: The young mistress’s rose-tinted glasses are really thick.)
Xu Zhiyuan felt that if things could continue like this, she would definitely be able to perfectly avoid the plot. At the very least, she was a very loyal person and would never cheat, so her life was certainly safe.
As for what would happen between He Jiayu and the female lead, that was a matter for the future. It was best to let things take their natural course. If He Jiayu really did fall for the female lead, there was nothing she could do. They could just divorce then, and everyone could go their separate ways peacefully.
However, Xu Zhiyuan inexplicably had confidence in He Jiayu, believing he wasn’t that kind of person.
Yuan Yuan sent a message to He Jiayu to report the situation.
○: I’ve picked up the young mistress. She was in a very good mood when she found out you sent me.
He Jiayu: Mm.
Xu Zhiyuan didn’t notice him sending the message. She was busy looking at the new song data on her phone.
At the moment, “Single Love Song” had only reached fifth place on the new song chart, but Xu Zhiyuan was confident about its ranking.
She clicked in to check the comments and saw some negative remarks from haters, but most were positive reviews, along with various sad personal stories.
Honestly, it was quite entertaining to read.
“Young mistress, I listened to the song you wrote. It’s really good, and you’re amazing,” Yuan Yuan said.
It was just that singing a single love song on such a festive day was a bit hate-inducing. He had already received a call from his parents urging him to get married that morning.
Why were these elders, who were supposed to be focused on the traditional Qixi Festival, joining in with the younger generation’s hype?
Xu Zhiyuan looked up. “Thank you.”
“I wonder when you’ll release your second song,” Yuan Yuan asked. “Guangsheng Entertainment is very concerned about it.”
A song that took less than a day to reach fifth place on the new song chart had too much momentum. The money it could earn was definitely substantial.
“It should be soon. I’ll probably wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival to release the next song,” Xu Zhiyuan said.
She had already written the song but didn’t want to rush into recording and releasing it. She needed to see how the market responded first.
Another reason was that she wasn’t in a hurry to make money now. As He Jiayu’s wife, she really wasn’t short of money. He Jiayu had even given her a black card. Although she didn’t want to admit it, having this black card gave her confidence, and her desire to earn money wasn’t as strong anymore. She could take her time.
Well, she was just full of changing thoughts. Her previous urgency was a thing of the past. Now, she wanted to take things slowly.
The Mid-Autumn Festival? Wasn’t that still a month away?
Come to think of it, as a creator, inspiration didn’t strike all the time. Writing a song in a month was already quite impressive. It wasn’t like writing an essay.
After sending Xu Zhiyuan back to the villa, Yuan Yuan returned to the company.
At the company, since the executives were all looping “Single Love Song,” the employees below also curiously downloaded it, which somewhat supported their CEO’s wife.
At noon, seeing the song reach the top of the charts, Xu Zhiyuan excitedly jumped around in the audio-visual room, eager to share the news with someone immediately. She decisively took out her phone and sent a screenshot of the chart-topping achievement to He Jiayu.