Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

"How is this going?"

Members from other production crews came over one after another, and when they saw the actress's daughter crying with tears streaming down her face, they couldn't help but ask.

Luo Qi sobbed, saying, "That cripple hit me!"

She pointed at Gu Chen in the wheelchair and complained to her father, "Dad, you have to avenge me!"

Despite having a very innocent and naive voice, she spoke vicious words.

Zi Yao, who was blocked outside and unable to enter, immediately changed his expression.

How dare they call him a cripple to the face of the patriarch?!

"Qiqi! Don't talk nonsense!" Luo Jing quickly stopped her, then looked at Gu Chen and Wu Zhao and said, "The child is young, so they probably weren't paying attention. It's okay—"

Wu Zhao pressed his forehead and interrupted him: "Sir, what you said is really interesting. You've really mastered the art of turning the tables."

"I don't know if you saw how your child got hit by the car. We were parked right here and the kid suddenly darted out. Whose fault is it?"

"Are her legs alright? What, did this wheelchair chase after her and crash into her? If you can't keep an eye on your own child, I suggest breaking their legs."

By the end, Wu Zhao's expression had turned very cold, and his tone had become quite impolite.

In Wu Zhao's eyes, Luo Yingdi, covered in blood and grime, was nothing but a filthy mess.

Luo Jing's face darkened after being so bluntly retorted.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Did you see that Qiqi is mine and want to create some buzz? Don't think that just because you're pretty you can gain popularity through improper means!"

"If you're thinking of getting my attention this way, you've got the wrong idea! I have a wife and children and a happy life. Don't even dream about it."

Gu Chen's cold gaze lingered on Luo Jing before quickly shifting away.

The other members of the film crew behind them were also pointing and whispering.

"Such a beautiful woman bringing a cripple here, who knows what she's up to..."

"Tsk tsk, maybe they were hired specifically to take care of this cripple. You have to admit, these two are really good-looking; compared to them, even the best actor and the most popular actor pale in comparison..."

Wu Zhao looked at them and uttered two words expressionlessly: "Crazy."

The director, who had recovered from the fall, squeezed over, clutching his sore bottom. Upon seeing Gu Chen, his chubby face instantly changed.

He smiled ingratiatingly and leaned closer, saying, "You, you came all this way so soon. I haven't had a chance to introduce you yet. These are the members of this recording. If you don't mind, would you like to have dinner together?"

"No need," Gu Chen said curtly, declining the director's invitation. "I'm not good enough for your production team."

The director was stunned.

Wu Zhao noticed that the black aura surrounding the director was becoming increasingly dense, and some of it was even affecting the staff around him.

The black energy tried to entangle Gu Chen, but it was annihilated by the purple energy before it could get close.

Gripping Gu Chen's wheelchair tightly, Wu Zhao turned slightly to the side.

"This, this is where you begin—" The director then noticed Luo Jing holding the child and the crew members behind him who were all frozen in place.

Zi Yao pushed through the crowd and bowed apologetically: "Patriarch, are you alright?"

Wu Zhao's mood was extremely bad because his original intention of having a nice meal was ruined.

Ever since she was resurrected from the underworld, she has developed a particular fondness for human cuisine, and she is especially looking forward to the local delicacies she has heard about.

Gu Chen knew Wu Zhao was in a bad mood, so he patted her arm reassuringly: "Let's go back, there's a kitchen on the top floor."

The purple aura obediently stayed on her wrist, slowly sliding as if comforting her.

Zi Yao quickly replied, "Don't worry, my skills are quite good."

Wu Zhao glanced at Luo Jing, whose face was ashen, and pushed Gu Chen's wheelchair, saying rudely, "Since you're so eager to pin a crime on us, why don't I actually crash into it and see what happens?"

"They say people need face and trees need bark, but I think you have no face at all."

Gu Chen's wheelchair is specially made, and because it is very functional, it is also quite heavy.

If someone deliberately bumped into you, even an adult probably couldn't take it.

The director, with a pained expression, said, "There must be some misunderstanding here, Mr. Luo, please tell us!"

Of all people to offend, you had to offend the biggest investor, the head of the Gu family in the capital! Are you out of your mind?! The director wanted to scream in agony.

Luo Jing pursed her lips and remained silent, seemingly still weighing something.

Wu Zhao, however, looked at the pitiful director with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and patted Gu Chen's shoulder.

Gu Chen seemed to sense something and raised his hand to stop the director from continuing: "Let's go."

Zi Yao rudely reached out and separated Luo Jing: "Get out of the way."

"Master Gu, Master Gu, please don't be angry. This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding—" the director scrambled after him, trying to explain.

Upon hearing the director call out "Patriarch Gu," Luo Jing's expression turned completely dark.

He never imagined that the man in the wheelchair would be the head of the Gu family in the capital!

The film crew behind them were also somewhat at a loss. Luo Jing picked up Luo Qi, who had stopped crying, and turned to leave.

Luo Jing suppressed his unease. So what if it was the Gu family? He wasn't without support!

……

Inside the penthouse suite.

The director, who had brazenly squeezed into the room, was rubbing his hands as he looked at Gu Chen.

“Patriarch Gu, you see, I can explain what happened today.”

Gu Chen merely glanced at him coldly and remained silent.

The atmosphere in the living room froze for a moment.

Wu Zhao watched Zi Yao cook in the kitchen and couldn't help but praise him: "Your knife skills are really good. I didn't know you were such a good cook."

“The Twelve Guards are required to protect the patriarch at all times, so they need to master most of the skills. Qingyao, whom you saw before, is also a very good cook.” Ziyao said, quickly processing the fish in her hands.

Thinking of the seafood dishes he had eaten on Pearl Island over the past few days, Wu Zhao couldn't help but nod: "Indeed, he's a good cook too."

Hearing that it was quiet outside, Wu Zhao went out and found Gu Chen and the director sitting and standing in the living room.

"Director Mo, right?" Wu Zhao walked over and sat down on the sofa next to Gu Chen. "Sit down and let's talk."

Mo Dahai first glanced at Gu Chen, and seeing that he didn't react, he cautiously sat down on the sofa opposite him.

He moved rather reservedly, only daring to sit on half of the sofa.

Wu Zhao looked at Mo Dahai's face and shook his head: "Have you been having particularly bad luck lately?"

"How...how did you know?" Mo Dahai asked, somewhat surprised.

He is considered a pillar director of Cherry Channel, having previously been in charge of several popular programs.

But since last month, nothing he does has gone smoothly, and the shows he's in charge of have been snatched away one after another.

His apprentice was in charge of this program before. It was only because his apprentice saw that he was being ostracized at the TV station that he specifically asked him to come over.

He may really be at his wit's end.

"You've attracted some trouble," Wu Zhao clicked his tongue twice. "You could easily be killed in an instant—"

Although this person didn't do anything particularly good, he was still a hardworking and conscientious worker.

Although living an honest and upright life may not bring great wealth, it is still possible to live a worry-free life and die peacefully in one's old age.

Unfortunately, now the yin energy is shining above him, and a black line runs across his forehead.

With a thud, Mo Dahai was so frightened that his legs went weak and he slid to the ground.

The tailbone, which was already sore from the fall, suddenly throbbed with pain.