This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

The fans in the live stream immediately perked up!

Where did this blond guy come from? / Kitchen knife

[I'm very unhappy to meet you, Jiang Jinghuai / smile]

[This looks like Mei Bao's house! That vixen Jiang Jinghuai has already moved in?!]

...

The audience only made a few comments, but Wen Yao immediately took action!

Jiang Jinghuai reluctantly extended his hand and made an "OK" sign.

Wen Yao then released him and pushed Jiang Jinghuai onto the sofa next to her.

Jiang Jinghuai leaned back in his chair, his open collar revealing a large expanse of pale skin, the outline of his chest muscles faintly visible.

Wen Yao stood there like a soldier, her gaze never wavering, and patted his face.

"Shut your mouth, do you understand?"

He sat, she stood.

One gazed with burning intensity, the other looked down from above.

Jiang Jinghuai grabbed Wen Yao's hand with his own.

Wen Yao slapped him instinctively.

Jiang Xuran let out a soft breath: "Hiss... Baby, you smell so good~"

[The vixen with the password, ahhhhh!]

I'm seriously impressed; I strongly suspect that the girl slapped him until he felt good.

[Huai Zi, you're just trying to cover it up with a sofa cushion! It feels like you've already...]

Those who haven't seen Jiang Jinghuai walk the runway are in for a surprise. He effortlessly pulls off dark and yandere styles, old-money rich young master styles, and high-fashion supermodel styles. His physique is simply drool-worthy. Actually, he and Mei Bao are kind of a couple...

...

Viewers either criticized or shipped the characters, each with their own opinions.

Unable to bear it any longer, Wen Yao made a series of drastic moves, choking Jiang Jinghuai and covering his mouth, until his face turned red!

"Cough cough... He murdered his relatives and friends!" Jiang Jinghuai said indistinctly.

"What should you call me?" Wen Yao raised an eyebrow.

“…Sister,” Jiang Jinghuai said in a muffled voice.

"That's pretty much it."

Wen Yao let go of his hand and greeted the audience.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting. This is Jiang Jinghuai, a younger brother of one of my relatives."

Viewers in the live stream wiped away sweat.

Oh, it's my younger brother.

You are really scaring yourself.

The next second, Jiang Jinghuai emphasized clearly, "Distant relatives."

audience:!!!

I felt like stabbing someone!

Wen Yao didn't even bother to acknowledge him, and said in a perfunctory tone, "You stay home and have dinner with Uncle Zhang, I'm going out for a bit."

Jiang Jinghuai stood up and followed closely behind her:

"I will go with you."

"You want to poop with me too?"

"Sure, I'll hand my sister a tissue."

"Get out of here."

Soon, the audience realized that Wen Yao was only fierce in words, and Jiang Jinghuai was clearly aware of this.

In fact, it's about taking advantage of that.

After much pleading and cajoling, Wen Yao finally agreed to take him with her.

[Hmm...I suddenly realized that Zhouzi and Uncle Fu lost because they were too concerned about saving face.]

That's different. After all, Jiang Jinghuai is related to her by marriage. Meibao probably sees him as a younger brother and a close friend.

So, is Mei Bao's design concept actually a confession to Jiang Jinghuai?

[Jiang Jinghuai's gaze towards Mei Bao was indeed a bit ambiguous, but Mei Bao's gaze towards him was practically red, okay? Stop guessing, these two can absolutely not be a couple!]

...

However, the audience's attention quickly returned to Wen Yao.

Where is Meibao going?

The answer was quickly revealed.

When Gu Zhu's face appeared on camera, everyone realized that they were in the Gu family home.

Gu Zhu had lost a lot of weight; she was practically emaciated.

She sat on a white chair in the garden, her hair disheveled, muttering something to herself.

Upon seeing Wen Yao appear, Gu Yan screamed, attracting a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid.

"Zhuzhu, what's wrong? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Wen Yao narrowed her eyes.

Some people in the live chat recognized him.

【Hey, isn't that Gu Zhu's biological mother?】

The maid's appearance further provoked Gu Zhu, who shoved her away, yelling, "Get away from me! Stay away from me!!"

The woman's eyes were filled with tears; she didn't understand what she had done wrong.

Why won't she even acknowledge her own biological daughter?

Even when she came to work as a maid to take care of Gu Zhu, she showed no gratitude whatsoever.

Wen Yao had no interest in getting involved in the feud between the mother and daughter, so she simply turned a blind eye.

She opened the wooden mailbox at the Gu family's door, only to find it empty.

The girl's delicate brows furrowed.

She remembered Gu Zhu saying that someone had sent her a letter.

Are you looking for that letter?

Gu Zhu appeared like a ghost, but was silently kept away by Jiang Jinghuai.

Wen Yao asked calmly, "Where's the letter?"

Gu Zhu suddenly felt she had won back a point and burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, I not only tore them up, I burned them all!"

Wen Yao remained calm and glanced at Jiang Jinghuai: "Let's go."

Gu Zhu shouted at her retreating figure, "Even if we could do it all over again, you still wouldn't see a single word!"

Wen Yao stopped in her tracks and turned around.

Gu Zhu seemed to be using a kind of psychological victory strategy, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

"In the end, I still won, I'm so happy I'm numb... I am the chosen one..."

The middle-aged woman hurried forward and grabbed Gu Zhu's arm:

"Zhuzhu, you should say less."

Gu Zhu shoved her away, her face full of disgust: "Don't touch me with your filthy hands! Disgusting!"

The woman rubbed her hands awkwardly, looking somewhat at a loss.

Wen Yao smiled slowly.

"Does being a chosen one give you the right to trespass on private property?"

"This is my home!" Gu Zhu declared confidently. "No matter what, my surname is Gu!"

"That's right, your surname is Gu, so why are you living in the Wen family's house?"

Gu Zhu was taken aback: "What did you say?"

Wen Yao crossed her arms, looking relaxed: "Jiang Jinghuai, call the police."

...

The police arrived shortly afterward.

Wen Yao produced the ownership certificate for the property under the Gu family's name—or, to be precise, the property under Ms. Wen's name.

Gu Zhu, however, had nothing in her hands.

After a thorough investigation, the police officer said sternly, "Please leave immediately!"

Gu Zhu exclaimed incredulously, "This is my home! Why should I leave?!"

The police officer was puzzled; this was the first time he'd seen someone so stubborn despite such irrefutable evidence.

"Where's your property ownership certificate? Where's your purchase contract? Where are your bank transfer records?"

"But this is clearly my father's house, the home I've lived in since I was a child!"

"Excuse me, the owner of this property is a woman. This lady has testified that she is the mother of the homeowner. Can you prove that you have any relationship with the homeowner?"

Gu Zhu was too thin; so thin that her eyes bulged out when she glared at them. She said emotionally:

"I'm the homeowner's daughter! Really, you have to believe me! Wen is a fake!"

The middle-aged woman wiped away her tears and gently coaxed her:

“Zhuzhu, stop making a fuss. Mom will take you home. Although it’s a rented place, it’s big enough for the two of us…”

Gu Zhu completely broke down and screamed:

"I'm not leaving! You're not my mother, Ms. Wen is my mother!!"