The Beautiful, Strong, and Miserable Ex-Girlfriend [Quick Transmigration GL] - Chapter 22

Fu Yanzhou’s breathing hitched, his eyes wide with disbelief. If Jiang Bieyuan’s expression hadn’t been so cold, he would have thought she was trying to deliberately humiliate him with money. But even though she wasn’t, Fu Yanzhou felt his dignity had been severely insulted and challenged. Did he need a measly million yuan? His popularity was through the roof. He had millions of dollars in business deals. He had more money than he could spend.

In a display of pride, Fu Yanzhou knocked the check from Jiang Bieyuan’s hand. “You’re looking down on me,” he said, anger clouding his face. “Do you think I’d be stingy with a million just to buy you gifts and make you happy?”

“I don’t want this check. You can keep it.” Fu Yanzhou’s voice was firm, with a hint of deep-seated hurt. “Besides, I was the one who was foolishly trying to get you to like me.”

Jiang Bieyuan acted as if she hadn’t heard the second half of his sentence. She glanced at the check on the coffee table, which Fu Yanzhou had knocked down, and gracefully bent over. Her pale, elegant hand picked up the flimsy paper. “In that case, I’ll give this little bit of money to Weiwei as pocket money.”

She smiled at Fu Yanzhou. It was a cool, detached smile, but Fu Yanzhou inexplicably read a sense of smugness and gloating. He couldn’t hide the frustration in his eyes. In a last-ditch effort, he asked, “Yuan Yuan, you and Qiao Weiwei…”

“Our relationship is great now,” Jiang Bieyuan said, cutting him off cleanly, giving him a definitive answer. “Thank you for your concern.”

Fu Yanzhou felt his facial muscles twitch uncontrollably. She had gotten back together with Qiao Weiwei… So where did that leave him? What kind of awkward position was he in?

Fu Yanzhou’s bl00d boiled. He took a step forward, wanting to get closer to Jiang Bieyuan, but she nimbly stepped away. At the same time, the secretary and bodyguards who were standing outside saw that something was wrong and immediately rushed in. The two burly bodyguards didn’t even need a signal from Jiang Bieyuan. They “escorted” Fu Yanzhou out of the office. “Sir, please take care on your way. You’re not welcome here.”

Thrown out of the room, Fu Yanzhou was furious. He angrily straightened his wrinkled clothes, his face a grim mask. Even though Qiao Weiwei had gotten to Jiang Bieyuan first, he, Fu Yanzhou, would never give up. He had plenty of ways to get her back.

However, Jiang Bieyuan didn’t give him any time to breathe. Her campaign to blacklist him was even more intense than it had been before. In less than a week, several negative stories about Fu Yanzhou were leaked, greatly damaging his reputation and image. But Fu Yanzhou was a top idol with a large fan base. After the scandal broke, his young fans rallied together, staying up all night to clean up the bad press online. They worked tirelessly to salvage his reputation. They copy-pasted the same message across various platforms all night long. Their methods were simple and basic, but to a certain extent, they were effective in stopping the further collapse of Fu Yanzhou’s reputation.

Bystanders took a neutral stance, staying out of it and just watching the drama unfold. After all, these allegations had no solid evidence. What if his rivals were just trying to smear his name? If they got involved, wouldn’t they become a weapon in someone else’s war? Due to a combination of factors, Fu Yanzhou was able to temporarily hold his ground.

But Fu Yanzhou’s rivals weren’t pushovers either. One man’s misfortune is another man’s opportunity. On the first day of his scandal, some of his rivals had already eagerly started to take his resources. Several companies also teamed up to suppress him, determined to drive him out of the entertainment industry and eliminate a powerful competitor. Everyone’s tactics were vicious. Fu Yanzhou was struggling under the combined attack of his rivals. His company’s executives and agents were worried, holding one meeting after another.

They wanted to save Fu Yanzhou, but Jiang Bieyuan was not someone to be trifled with, especially now that her career was booming. An entertainment company simply couldn’t afford to offend her. After careful consideration, his agent, with the company’s permission, found Fu Yanzhou. “We can’t fight Jiang’s family, but I think you can try to save yourself on your own.”

“There’s an old saying: ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'” The agent smiled, reminding Fu Yanzhou, “I heard that Jiang Bieyuan has a young, beautiful, and ambitious stepmother. Is that right?”

Fu Yanzhou’s eyes shot up, his expression unreadable. After a long moment, he said, “I understand.”

Shen Sujie sat curled up on the sofa, scrolling through online news with a blank expression. An old saying goes, a centipede dies but never falls, and with Fu Yanzhou’s current popularity, all he needed was a person who was an equal match for Jiang Bieyuan to help him get back on his feet. After all, Fu Yanzhou was the male lead and had the halo of a main character. Shen Sujie didn’t think he would be doomed after this one incident.

As it turned out, her intuition was spot on. The system ran up to her, clearly smug. “Fu Yanzhou and Jiang Bieyuan’s stepmother are in cahoots now.

 Host, who do you think will win this time, Fu Yanzhou or Jiang Bieyuan?”

“Jiang Bieyuan,” Shen Sujie answered without hesitation.

The system: “Why?”

Shen Sujie looked down and smiled. Her dark eyes were bright and lively. “Because I’m the main one, and Jiang Bieyuan chose to be with me.”

“The person Jiang Bieyuan loves is the protagonist, so even though I’m a woman, I’m the male lead.”

“There can’t be two tigers on one mountain. The one who isn’t chosen by Jiang Bieyuan will ultimately be defeated. There are no exceptions.”

The system: “…” Did you listen to yourself? Do you even know what you’re saying? The system was clearly not convinced, but Shen Sujie just smiled it off. “He had a chance to win, but since you’ve already so eagerly given me such a crucial piece of information, he has no chance left.”

“…”

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Jiang Bieyuan has been very busy recently. Although she had pushed back a lot of work, many people still came to her for business opportunities because of her capability. She was often in meetings these days, with some lasting several hours.

Right now, after a meeting, Jiang Bieyuan walked out of her study. Seeing the captivating girl lying on the sofa, a wave of guilt washed over her. She strode over, and her elegant scent quickly enveloped Shen Sujie from behind. “What are you doing?”

As she asked, her eyes accidentally fell on Shen Sujie’s phone screen. Her body instantly tensed. Why was she searching for news about Fu Yanzhou again?

“Just looking at the drama,” Shen Sujie said, not hiding anything. She boldly pushed her phone screen closer to Jiang Bieyuan, pointing to a headline. “Is it true that he plays rough with rich women?”

Jiang Bieyuan didn’t know how to answer. If she said yes, would it make Shen Sujie curious to know more? No, that wouldn’t do. It would only spoil her.

So she simply took the phone from Shen Sujie’s hand and, without answering, silenced her with a storm of dense, all-consuming kisses, giving her no space to think about other men’s and women’s private affairs. This tactic was very effective. Shen Sujie lay on the bed, completely satisfied and having completely forgotten about Fu Yanzhou.

Jiang Bieyuan couldn’t stop kissing her, her eyes filled with a deep apology. “Weiwei, wait for me for two more days. Once I get my work sorted out, I’ll take you on a trip abroad to clear your mind.”

Shen Sujie smiled sweetly. Under Jiang Bieyuan’s care, her pale skin had a healthy glow, making her look as fresh and enticing as a peach.

The desire that Jiang Bieyuan had just managed to suppress flared up again. The lights in the room went out once more, concealing the passionate scene inside.

After fulfilling her “duties,” Jiang Bieyuan returned to work. This time, however, she left the apartment and went to a private club in another part of the city for a detailed discussion on a new project.

Shen Sujie lay around at home for a while, then was woken up by the housekeeper. “Miss Qiao, you have a visitor.”

Shen Sujie sat up, about to get ready, but the person had already let herself into the room. She had a graceful, seductive air about her. The woman slowly walked over to the bed, leaning in and raising Shen Sujie’s chin with a wicked smile, like a beguiling fox spirit. “Hello, Miss Qiao. I’m Yuan Yuan’s mother, Chen Wanling.”

“You can call me… Auntie Wanling.”