Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

It was only a few hours' journey. Jiang Zhuhua took a moment to reflect.

Jiang Ji was constantly being passed around between other people, and when she was busy with work, she simply couldn't take care of herself. Inevitably, she felt indebted to others emotionally.

Should we find someone to take care of the child? Or find a regular person to help look after the child?

But when I think about being with a man, I feel a chill. Especially when I think about all sorts of married life and being forced to stay at home.

The chills instantly intensified.

Suddenly I didn't feel so tired anymore. I even felt motivated to go to work!

Zhang Wuling had been waiting since early morning, and after seeing the person get off the car, she took the initiative to pick up the suitcase.

"Just leave it to the assistant."

Jiang Zhuhua was more concerned about the venue. They had invested a considerable amount in the film.

Zhang Wuling didn't say anything, but simply handed the items to her assistant.

"Let's find a better place and I'll explain the situation."

The high-speed rail station, bustling with people, and the train itself weren't ideal places to talk. Zhang Wuling didn't rush to speak there, but her expression remained rather unpleasant.

The car wound its way through the city before finally stopping at the hotel where we were staying.

It's not peak tourist season yet, and the hotel isn't crowded. Zhang Wuling took a couple of steps closer and lowered her voice.

"The owner of Xizhu Culture is also here."

There are only a handful of investors, and those two make up the majority. Now that the other side has arrived, things might not be so simple anymore.

Jiang Zhuhua perked up.

In filmmaking, every extra day of shooting means more money. Zhang Wuling led Jiang Zhuhua into a very private conference room.

"President Jiang, it's been a long time."

As soon as he entered, the person eagerly approached him. It was clearly someone he knew, but Jiang Zhuhua didn't recognize him.

"Mr. Xu, there's no need to be so excited to see Mr. Jiang. Let's sit down and talk first. Mr. Jiang just got out of the car."

Zhang Wuling saw through the situation at a glance and simply laughed it off.

Jiang Zhuhua breathed a slight sigh of relief. Meeting the boss of Xizhu Culture was unexpected; she genuinely didn't recognize him.

The group of people sat down, ordered food, and exchanged pleasantries. Before they finished eating and even got to the main topic, the conversation hadn't gotten to the point.

"President Jiang has been divorced for so long, and we're only meeting now. President Pei, how did you two get divorced?"

Xu Bin, the person from Xizhu Culture, asked casually at the dinner table.

However, this topic is a bit sensitive. Pei Hong's business mainly focuses on high-end industries, which are not in the same circle as those in the entertainment industry.

Moreover, there are some ingrained ideas within the circle.

"A peaceful breakup."

Jiang Zhuhua wouldn't gossip outside; he just smiled slightly.

"Young Master Pei is so young and handsome. Logically speaking, you two young people should get along well. Back then, no one in the industry thought you two were a good match. You promoted him to such a high position, and then you just got divorced?"

Xu Bin put down his chopsticks and continued to ask questions. Jiang Zhuhua carefully observed his expression.

I drank a bit too much, but not to the point of completely losing my mind; it was just a matter of being unrestrained with my words.

"They would still be rich even without me. I just helped them out casually."

Jiang Zhuhua just smiled modestly.

Pei Hong already had the Pei family behind him, but he encountered some setbacks in his business ventures. Jiang Zhuhua married him without hesitation, bringing her own money to help him through that difficult time.

Even if Jiang Zhuhua doesn't help, Pei Hong's company will go bankrupt, but he can still go home and inherit the family business, even if the results aren't very impressive.

"That's true. So, Mr. Pei doesn't even want his own son anymore? That little brat is still following you. It won't be easy for him to get married in the future."

Xu Bin poured himself another glass of baijiu. With his slightly rounded belly, he took a sip, smacked his lips, and then picked up a piece of cold dish with his chopsticks.

"Let's go ahead and go ahead. It's just a child, how much money can it cost?"

Jiang Zhuhua neither confirmed nor denied it. However, he found the topic somewhat offensive.

Sometimes, even if you dislike it, there's nothing you can do; you have to survive in this industry. She can't just pack up and leave, abandoning everything. So many people under her depend on her for their livelihood.

"You can't say that. Take so-and-so in our circle, for example. Didn't he raise an adopted son? After he became sensible, he started secretly moving things out of the house. He provided him with food and drink, but he also took things out of the house."

Xu Bin seemed to be drunk, and he kept blurting out things he shouldn't have said.

His assistant poured him a glass of warm water, said nothing, and placed it beside him.

Xu Bin didn't even look at him, his slightly cloudy eyes fixed on Jiang Zhuhua.

"It's not a big problem. Life is only a few decades long. Thinking too much is tiring."

Jiang Zhuhua was displeased, but he couldn't confront this kind of person directly. He could only pretend to be indifferent.

Arguing with this kind of person is pointless; they'll just keep going along with it. If they drink a little too much, they start rambling nonsense.

Of course, it could also be a test of her bottom line.

"Mr. Xu is probably drunk; he's started talking nonsense."

Jiang Zhuhua stared intently at the female assistant standing next to Xu Bin.

"Miss, why don't you take your Mr. Xu downstairs to rest for a bit before we talk business? He's drunk, it's hard to discuss serious matters."

Overturning the table and leaving is not the right thing to do, Jiang Zhuhua subtly made a few sarcastic remarks.

"I've had a bit too much to drink. My head's all muddled. I've been drinking too much."

Xu Bin didn't drink himself into unconsciousness. Since the other party was likely to overturn the table, he decided to quit while he was ahead.

"President Jiang, don't be so sensitive to jokes. We're all in business, smile more. It's normal to be young and impatient."

The assistant was promoting Xu Bin and trying to lead him outside. Xu Bin, however, insisted on saying a few more words, his tone clearly showing his disdain for the young man.

"Mr. Xu, it's best to drink less alcohol when doing business."

Jiang Zhuhua gave a forced smile; the meal turned into a completely unpleasant experience, and they didn't manage to discuss anything important.

I wonder what Xu Bin is here for.

Their company has invested a lot of money, but now they seem rather leisurely. They even have time to indulge in drinking and cause trouble.

Jiang Zhuhua gave Xu Bin a few verbal warnings, and Xu Bin was helped away by his female assistant.

Zhang Wuling had been quietly standing by, and only then did she get up to see the person off.

The room only quieted down after almost everyone had left.

"Director Zhang, tell me what happened? Why did you call me over so urgently? You didn't even mention it in my contact information."

Because of the large investment involved, Jiang Zhuhua remained highly attentive throughout the entire process, asking few questions and rushing over immediately. Many things could only be confirmed once they arrived on-site.

Moreover, many social engagements require meeting with people.

"Yang Fei. And him too."

Zhang Wuling extended her finger and gently tapped the door, gesturing to the person who had just left.