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

Xu Bin has already gone this far, how can we talk about it?

"The most important thing is not to affect the outcome. It's nothing to lose a young person's talent. Mr. Xu still needs to make money, right?"

After saying these words, Jiang Zhuhua stood up on his own.

It's better to say nothing when you don't see eye to eye. Xu Bin just wants to get involved in this forced relationship, and nobody knows how far he'll go. Jiang Zhuhua can only offer a heads-up.

The two ate together again, and Jiang Zhuhua didn't show any dissatisfaction throughout the meal. As long as family matters, business matters, or other business-related issues weren't mentioned, it was fine.

"Boss, Director Zhang called me and said he wants to see you."

The dinner party had just ended when He Wei knocked on the door.

"Let him come up."

Jiang Zhuhua leaned back loosely in her chair, flipping through the information Wang Xianghai had summarized for her.

My heart gradually calmed down.

"That actress has talent; we can't give her to Xu Bin."

No one knows what Zhang Wuling was imagining, but that was the first thing she said when she walked in. Her already aloof face became even colder.

"sit down."

Jiang Zhuhua placed the tablet face down on the table and gently rubbed his temples.

“I know what you mean. You have your own ideas, but that President Xu just wants to force things.”

Once upon a time, Jiang Zhuhua was just like that, harboring a glimmer of hope for the future, and holding fast to the principle of integrity in his heart.

But sometimes, you can't just do it if you want to.

Jiang Zhuhua let out a heavy sigh. Zhang Wuling's face was pale, her knuckles clenched, and her distinct fingers gripped the seat tightly.

I remember her still reciting her scripts outdoors, her eyes so bright, still yearning for the entertainment industry.

He had met this actress before. She was chatting with her boyfriend about when they planned to get married, how many children they wanted, and whether they wanted to get a cat or a dog. Under the warm light, they were eating a sweet potato, each half cut in half. When they weren't filming, they were laughing and joking around.

Those eyes were so bright and resolute.

No matter how many times Zhang Wuling looked at it, she couldn't bear to destroy its brilliance.

"Okay, I'll help you think of a way. You can do me a favor in the future."

Jiang Zhuhua tapped the table slowly, his gaze fixed on Zhang Wuling. He wanted to know just how far this Director Zhang would go to sacrifice for a stranger.

You see, Xu Bin was determined to get the melon that wasn't sweet; if you didn't give it to him, there would be endless trouble.

It's simply a matter of sacrificing the girl or Zhang Wuling's interests, or finding another way.

"Okay. I'll treat President Jiang to a meal another day."

Zhang Wuling seemed lost in thought. Her long eyelashes drooped slightly for a moment before she suddenly opened them and gritted her teeth.

"Okay. Go back to the film set and continue filming. Don't worry, there's no rush."

The heavy atmosphere immediately eased, like the long-awaited rain finally falling.

Jiang Zhuhua stood up and saw the person out. The two didn't even exchange pleasantries, simply discussing their respective interests.

Not long after the young director left, a torrential downpour struck the city. Without any warning, the rain began to pour down relentlessly.

The earthy smell hit me; the rain was so heavy that it carried a thick layer of dust when it first fell. But that feeling quickly subsided, leaving only the fresh, moist air clinging to my skin.

"He Wei, pack your things and get ready to go back to the company."

Jiang Zhuhua greeted him.

"Okay, boss."

He Wei, who was guarding the gate outside, immediately agreed upon hearing this.

Even after returning home, I still can't go straight there because of work. I've gone straight back to the office.

The two new assistants are still in their probationary period, so they're okay to use occasionally. But they're not quite comfortable with their work yet, and we need to train them a bit more.

Jiang Zhuhua handed over his tasks to Wang Xianghai and then turned to busy himself with other things.

The hot pot restaurant is almost finished with renovations; all that's missing is the hot pot broth.

Every region has its own unique hot pot broth, and even each restaurant has its own secret recipe. The environment shapes the people.

Good taste will always leave you longing for more.

Jiang Zhuhua is preparing to gradually shift his focus, so naturally he needs to pay attention to these matters.

Woohoo—Woohoo—

A video call suddenly popped up on my phone. The message clearly stated: "Tea Manager".

Speaking of tea, it's even more of a headache. They leased several mountain peaks in remote, impoverished areas, deep in the mountains; just the roads alone cost a fortune.

Jiang Zhuhua had never tasted the tea from there before. Since arriving here, he had been drinking tea from a few common brands on the market, though some of the top-tier ones.

She didn't pursue the ultimate quality and taste, so she didn't spend much money.

"Hey."

Jiang Zhuhua answered the phone directly.

"Boss, are you busy right now?"

The caller was a simply dressed elderly man who, perhaps due to hearing difficulties, spoke in a strained voice, his Mandarin accent mixed with regional dialect.

"I'm not busy. What's up?"

Jiang Zhuhua wasn't quite sure why the original owner of this body wanted to enter this industry. Logically speaking, the original owner was more skilled at working in the entertainment sector on the internet.

Doing the tea business... is quite a departure from the industry.

"The autumn tea harvest is almost here. Boss, do you need any tea leaves this year?"

The old man on the other end of the phone sat tall and spoke in a loud voice, but with a hint of caution. Behind him were mountain gullies, where yellow and green met, accompanied by the chirping of birds.

"Grandpa, why are you sitting so high? Be careful of the wind."

A child called out from afar. Just that one shout seemed to carry someone deep into the mountains.

The child only briefly appeared in the shot; his clothes were ill-fitting and patched, but he had an innocent smile on his face.

"Let me check the quality of this year's tea."

Jiang Zhuhua drank tea, but not much. You could still discern something from that.

Tea is essential for running a restaurant. Jiang Zhuhua was still willing to explore the things left behind by the original owner of the body.

"Okay. The signal isn't very good. I'll have someone bring the tea up here. Is it alright to look at it here? It's all the same quality, so it'll be the same whether you send it over or not."

The old man spoke cautiously, as if afraid that Jiang Zhuhua would not agree.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't understand. Logically, the original owner should have come here to get tea more than once. But the person opposite was being overly cautious.

Was there something wrong with the tea, or did the original owner do something back then?

"Do you have my contact information? Send me photos and videos. I want to see the entire production process, the quality of the tea leaves, and the color of the brewed tea."

Jiang Zhuhua's expression was cold and indifferent, nothing special, as he slowly explained what he needed.

The old man opposite me had a strange expression, as if he was a little confused.

"Boss, are you unhappy? You don't seem to be in a good mood."