Chapter 1810: Eavesdropping

“How would I know…”

“You didn’t know that Zhang Zhao would directly explode the trending topics, right!”

Yang Yi’s eyes flickered with defiance, muttering, “They did it on purpose.”

“Did they admit it wasn’t on purpose? That’s Zhang Zhao, you know. Ever since Shu Jin entered the industry, no one dared to mess with her because Zhang Zhao was protecting her. He was the one President Mo initially wanted to poach with big money to manage Chu Yao, but he refused and wholeheartedly stuck with Shu Jin. If anyone dared to mess with Shu Jin, he’d go rabid like a mad dog. Why would you provoke him!”

Yang Yi was terrified, “What should I do, what should I do now!”

The manager sighed, “I’ll ask the company to see if they’re still willing to save you. This role was originally given to you by the company. If Shu Jin wants to replace you, there’s nothing anyone can do.”

Yang Yi’s face turned pale as ashes, her heart dead. She never imagined that her usual tricks would backfire so badly that she couldn’t even find a way out.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t expect that randomly finding a place to hide in peace would bring gossip right to her ears.

She wasn’t keen on listening, but her position was awkward, blocked by a wall. If she stepped out, she would be seen from any direction.

She simply leaned there, not moving, continuing to scroll through her phone, occasionally eavesdropping.

“Jiaojiao?”

Song Yuan came back and joked, “It really is you! I almost didn’t notice if I didn’t look carefully. What are you doing here?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up.

She glanced subtly backward, and then nonchalantly retracted her gaze.

The two people behind the wall suddenly fell silent as if they weren’t deaf.

Nan Jiaojiao straightened up, “Nothing, just resting for a bit.”

“Thanks for yesterday. I’ll look for you after filming is over. They said you’ve already left the crew. Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner together, my treat?”

Nan Jiaojiao declined politely, “No, I have something on tonight.”

“Are you meeting with Third Brother Bo?”

Song Yuan blinked, “It’s okay. I’m familiar with Third Brother too. If he knows you helped me, he’d be happy. Why don’t I treat both of you!”

Nan Jiaojiao softly pressed her lips together, with a faint trace of a smile, her eyes still clear and cool, lacking much warmth.

“No, thank you.”

Song Yuan’s expression froze for a moment, then her brows dropped slightly in slight disappointment, “Alright, I won’t push it.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, walked out from behind the wall, and passed the two people without a glance.

Yang Yi tugged at the manager’s sleeve frantically. The manager cast a reassuring glance at her, signaling not to act rashly. Perhaps they hadn’t heard much, and they hadn’t said anything really critical anyway, but now was not the time to make a sound as Song Yuan was still there.

…

Wen Ya had all ten fingers bandaged; Auntie Wu poured a whole kettle of boiling water into a teacup. She held the cup’s rim, kneeling there, enduring the hour-long agony.

She immediately went to the hospital, and when the doctor applied the medication, he couldn’t help but exclaim how cruel it was. Her fingers were blistered from the burn, hurting with the slightest touch.

Wen Ya was seething with hatred, and after resting for a night, she directly went to the Ye Family the next day.

At this time, the Ye family members were having breakfast. The butler came in to report, and Old Master Ye glanced at his wife, speaking in a cold tone, “Did you invite someone to the house?”

“No, I didn’t.”

Su Rong usually doesn’t engage in meaningless socializing, and at her age, there’s no need for her to personally win people over. A few years ago, when it seemed like the Ye Family was about to fall, it was Ye Jun who supported them, and in recent years, many have come to Ye Jun asking for favors. The smart wives would always bring some gifts to curry favor with Su Rong.