The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

[The couple appeared to be a model couple to outsiders, but in reality, they each did their own thing, even taking turns. Ugh... how disgusting!]

[Using his power and influence, he tried to get people into his group, even managing to get his daughter into it.]

[Doesn't she realize what her daughter looks like? No matter how good her acting is, it's useless; she'll never become famous. She doesn't even have self-awareness.]

[If it weren't for the large amount of money you invested, I would have kicked your daughter out long ago. She's just an eyesore standing among all those handsome men and beautiful women.]

The barrage of heartfelt messages left the brand owner completely bewildered.

He and his wife are very loving, how could they be doing their own thing?

His face darkened instantly.

Jiang Yueyao almost spat out her drink: "Cough cough!"

God.

She knew Xu Ying was being rude, but she never imagined that what she said was less than a fraction of what she was internally complaining about.

Mrs. Chen glanced at the brand owner's dark and sullen expression and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Oh, Producer Xu, you're one to talk! Your husband spoils you more. How can my old man compare to your husband?"

[Of course, my husband loves me the most; he only wants me to have one child.]

Mrs. Chen's lips twitched.

This person is really...

She sighed softly, her displeasure vanishing in an instant: "Actually, we should all learn from our boss. He's famous for spoiling his wife and daughter; we all envy him."

Those around them were stunned, but as soon as Mrs. Chen spoke, they quickly straightened their jaws and echoed her words.

Anyone with eyes could tell that these words were a direct message to Xu Ying, hoping that she would restrain herself.

Even if it wasn't said aloud, it was still someone else's dinner party, and it was so open and aboveboard that they were cricketing in front of them.

I really don't know if it's clever or foolish.

Upon hearing the praise, the brand owner's expression softened considerably.

Although not entirely satisfied with Xu Ying, he still raised his glass: "Producer Xu, I look forward to your next drama shining brightly once again."

"Hahaha." Xu Ying laughed so hard her eyes disappeared, raising her glass in return without any modesty: "I have very high standards for scripts and actors. I never accept actors who get in through connections or who have poor audience appeal. Only those who can become evergreen in this industry can succeed. You all should learn more from me. Maybe you can also make a hit drama."

[You incompetent idiots, wishing you all a hit drama is already an act of charity on my part. Only I deserve a blockbuster.]

Ouch!

The brand owner threw down his wine glass, snorted coldly, and walked away.

"Mr. Xue, wait a minute!" Mrs. Chen quickly put down her wine glass, lifted her skirt, and chased after him.

He stopped in his tracks as he passed Xu Ying, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

She has always believed in "I won't offend others unless they offend me," and since Xu Ying looks down on them so much, there's no need for her to try and win them over.

"Sigh." She shook her head and followed Boss Xue.

The others rolled their eyes at Xu Ying and dispersed.

Xu Ying scoffed, "What's with the arrogance? Only useless trash like me needs to fawn over me. I'm a hit drama producer; plenty of people are lining up to flatter me!"

After saying that, he walked to the front row in his high heels, swaying his hips, and sat there waiting to be invited up to take a photo with the boss.

She's the star of the show tonight, and this photo signifies a long-term collaboration.

Who does Jiang Yueyao think she is? She'll only ever be left far behind by her!

Like a proud swan, she sat alone in the very center of the first row, completely oblivious to the people around her, who all dispersed at her arrival.

There are staff members at the dinner to serve drinks and pastries to the guests.

Several waiters who had just returned from the venue gathered together to play rock-paper-scissors to determine who would deliver drinks to Xu Ying.

Finally, a thin girl, trembling with fear, went to deliver it.

"Hello Ms. Xu, this is a bottle of 82 red wine specially prepared for you by the boss. Please enjoy it."

belch.

Song Qingge let out a burp and put down the plate.

He kept a close eye on Xu Ying's movements.

The waitress kept bowing and apologizing, spilling the red wine she was carrying all over the floor.

Xu Ying jumped up: "You can spill a drink like that! Do you know how much all this stuff is worth? If you ruin it, even your whole body wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... I'll take you to clean it up right away."

The waitress reached out to help.

Xu Ying angrily flung her hand away.

She stumbled backward, twisted her ankle, and fell, hitting her head on the corner of the chair.

People nearby were so frightened that they quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Xu Ying glanced at it, made a few sarcastic remarks with a crooked mouth, and hurriedly left while wiping her skirt.

The other guests helped the waitress up, and after confirming that she was alright, they sent her to rest.

Song Qingge calmly withdrew her gaze.

The Heartfelt Talisman is a mirror; it reflects who you are and how others see you.

If one is sincere, the talisman can actually help the user gain the genuine trust of others and create positive karma.

Conversely, Xu Ying suffered a backlash, just like many others.

The guests present were aware of the subsequent procedures. After the brand owner took the stage to speak, the next step was to invite Xu Ying to the stage for a group photo.

Xu Ying, who had changed into a haute couture dress, returned and still sat in the middle of the first row like a proud white swan.

Waiting to be invited up by the scenery.

The boss looked past the first row and landed on a discreet corner in the back: "Our brand philosophy has always been to treat every customer with sincerity, and this applies to our choice of partners as well. I sincerely invite our brand's close friends, producers..."

Xu Ying stood up eagerly.

Step up the stairs.

"Please welcome producer Jiang Yueyao to the stage for a photo."

Xu Ying froze, glaring at her boss, and blurted out, "What do you mean? Are you kidding me?!"

The boss remained calm and composed: "Since you look down on me, I'll grant your wish and cancel all future cooperation between us."

He has a certain influence in the skincare industry, and with him taking the lead, Xu Ying is essentially blacklisted by all high-end luxury brands.

"Heh." Xu Ying chuckled crookedly. "You think I need a business partner like you? Don't think too highly of yourself! I don't even care. By the way, don't even think about letting your daughter act in my dramas anymore, not even a minor supporting role!"

She doesn't need another brand investment.

Plenty of people are waiting to vote for her dramas.

Little did she know, this day would be the final peak of her career.

Jiang Yueyao became the star of the brand's gala dinner and couldn't stop smiling on the way back.

He sent a message to his third nephew, praising Song Qingge profusely.

Jiang Zhou had just finished his work and put down his phone when his screen started vibrating incessantly.

He rubbed his temples, picked up his phone, and suddenly his brows relaxed.

Aunt:

[Your wife was amazing tonight! You'd better make the most of her!]

[If you ever bully her again, I'll be the first to get back at you!]

[By the way, we're almost home. Could you come out and meet her? I have to rush back.]

My aunt usually lives in her own home and doesn't live with them.

Jiang Zhou replied casually:

I asked Uncle Li to open the door.

Jiang Yueyao clicked her tongue when she saw the message.

Her third nephew is really something; he can't even handle dating properly.

I need to talk to Jinhua when I have time and try to bring these two together.

Such a good wife, I can't lose her!

study……

Jiang Zhou stood by the window, holding the document, and peeked out from behind the curtains.

I didn't see the car lights on.

Let go.

After a while, I peeked through the curtains again, but still couldn't see the car lights.

"Not back yet?"

Did he miss it?

He tiptoed to the opposite wall, pressed his ear against it, and listened intently to the sounds coming from the next room.

Although the walls were very soundproof and he couldn't hear anything at all, he still didn't give up. He even stood on tiptoe to listen carefully because he thought it wasn't high enough.

Ouch!

"Third brother, I just can't get past this level, can you help me..."

Jiang Yang burst through the door and stood there, stunned.

He glanced up and down at his third brother, who was standing on a bench, pressed against the wall, his eyelids twitching: "Third brother, what are you doing?"