I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

[As everyone knows, Director Lu's variety show will be aired mid-filming, so could you air it earlier this time? Don't make me kneel down and beg you!]

[It's great to play it during the holidays, since we're on holiday, hehe.]

[Wait, didn’t you find a flaw? ]

【Link—You’re welcome! 】

Netizens clicked on the link and soon came out to type frantically, with the number of messages exceeding ten thousand.

[Holy crap! Is this really a war between a divorced mother and a wealthy stepmother?]

[Adopted daughter with biological mother, stepmother with biological daughter, what kind of ethical combination is this! ]

[Ah ...

The fact that Jing Zhanheng and Jing Siyu are divorced is no secret on the Internet.

In order to get rid of the title of Mrs. Jing, both of them were tacitly in agreement on this point and made a big announcement, fearing that no one would be unaware that they had divorced.

The reason was not explained, so netizens made all kinds of guesses.

In the villa garden, Kyocera sat on the swing lazily with his eyes half closed.

White, tender, and fleshy fingers slid across the screen, and her eyes fell on the last line.

[Tsk, just a blind guess. It's like both parties cheated on each other and reached a mutual agreement to divorce. The adopted daughter might actually be the real bloodline. Your social circle is really messed up. Let's just treat it as a joke.]

True bloodline?

Good guess, don't guess next time.

"Miss," Butler Mu said in a low voice, having just finished answering the phone, "Sir, come back at eleven. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some hangover soup."

"Dad drank?"

Kyocera turned off his cell phone, and the faint light from the bouquet shone on his face, making him look a little lonely.

Butler Mu sighed, "The company has been busy lately, and the master can't handle it all by himself. He must have drunk quite a bit of wine at a social gathering tonight."

That's what happened to the company.

But Jing Zhanheng is a businessman who knows how to delegate power and has perfect control over his subordinates.

"Grandpa Mu, the hangover soup Dad drank earlier was very effective."

Kyocera got off the swing and walked into the villa without delving into topics related to the company.

"Yes," Butler Mu followed slowly, "The kitchen has already learned the recipe that person left behind."

If Jing Siyu hadn't insisted on doing it herself, there would be no need for her to make the hangover soup.

Sure enough, Kyocera smiled, the plot in the book no longer matched.

The original text describes that the kitchen was unable to make sobering soup, and Jing Zhanheng thought of Jing Siyu's kindness, which led to a sharp increase in his regret level.

So, this is a strange world with the same rules as reality, but she also holds good cards.

Oh, except that age is a drawback.

Jing Zhanheng came back late in the evening, and Kyocera didn't plan to wait any longer.

I returned to my room, took the laptop from the desk, and leaned against the bed.

There was no light in the room, and strings of blue screen codes scrolled very quickly, finally flashing and stopping on a white interface with densely packed fonts.

She pinched her sore fingers, hugged the computer, and read the content carefully.

Then enter a few sentences, copy them and send them to an unknown email address.

After thinking for a moment, he leaned forward and closed the computer.

Twenty-eight turned into ten, damn it.

^

Sibao Bay, a high-end club.

The slightly overweight man held up his wine glass and said with a smile: "Mr. Wan, we can cooperate with you if there is a chance in the future. Your proposal this time is indeed difficult to implement."

He looked at the man opposite him, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Wan Zhan raised his deep black eyes, with a gentle and transparent look like jade, and smiled faintly: "Are you willing to let the Jing family dominate forever?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several people in the private room looked over.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

But no one dared to speak first. It was not a question of whether they wanted to or not.

Everyone present here has more or less cooperated with the Jing family, although the benefits are only small and cannot compare to the veteran companies that the Jing family has cooperated with for many years.

But everyone knows that the Jing family's current status is not only due to their business talent, but also due to the inherited foundation. The power of steady progress should not be underestimated.

Fighting against it is like an ant trying to shake an elephant.

This is not a war against one Jing Zhanheng, but a war against multiple companies.

The man who had initially toasted Wan Zhan sat down cheerfully, leaning against the sofa with his brows lowered. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Boss Wan, don't lose more than you gain for a woman."

The implication is that no one is a fool. Who on earth could not understand what you are doing?

"You're all worrying too much." Although Wan Zhan didn't smile much, his voice was very gentle: "I heard there is a new project recently. What do you think?"

Seeing him calmly change the subject, everyone gave him the courtesy to join in.

As for the Jing family... forget it.

In the business world, the Jing family is a legendary existence. Every heir is extremely talented, and there is not even a coward.

Be honest, stay true to your heart, and be ruthless enough.

^

The next day.

The production crew's car hadn't arrived yet, so Butler Mu directed someone to take the luggage downstairs.

Kyocera, wearing a white dress, came downstairs, with her soft hair tied into a bun, looking well-behaved and elegant.

"Miss, please have breakfast before leaving."

Butler Mu handed the hairpin to Kyocera, and he had already sent the copied video content to the study.

Kyocera nodded, "Grandpa Mu, isn't Daddy up yet?"

"The master went to the company early in the morning." Butler Mu had just finished speaking when he saw Gu Mo change clothes and go downstairs. "Miss Gu, your luggage is not yet unpacked. Is there anything else you need to take with you?"

"No more." Gu Mo only brought one suitcase and didn't pack too many things.

She sat down at the dining table and had just started eating when someone knocked on the door.

It was the assistant director who came to pick me up yesterday. His surname was Du. He greeted me and stood outside the door waiting, with no intention of entering the villa.

I heard that he is in competition with another deputy director, Lou.

Gu Mo put down his knife and fork, having only eaten half of the tuna and vegetable salad on the plate.

She stood up and left the table, and a moment later, a casual voice came from the kitchen.

"Xiaoci, is red date and longan tea okay?"

"Sure." Kyocera responded before reaching out and pulling out a wet wipe.

In the kitchen, Gu Mo filled the bag with a kettle, put in a few packets of homemade biscuits and bread, and then carried it out on one shoulder.

Butler Mu had other things to do, so he didn't go out to see him off.

Just as Kyocera and Gu Mo walked out of the villa gate, driver Fu suddenly rushed out with an oversized luggage bag on his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Miss, the master asked me to go with you."

Kyocera politely turned around and his eyes fell on the net bag on the left side of the luggage bag. There was a pink thermos placed upright in the bag. It was really cute with the pink color.

Gu Mo: “…”

Driver Fu seemed a little embarrassed, and a subtle blush appeared on his dark face.

His luggage was all prepared by his wife. There's nothing he can do about it; his wife just loves pink.

On the side, Deputy Director Du coughed lightly a few times. He knew that someone would follow him, but he didn't expect it to be so...macho and cute.

"It's getting late, let's go."