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

“Jiangning, this is no joke. I went there with the boss once. Although the people there are honest and kind, there are all kinds of people. It's not very safe for a girl like you to go to those deep mountains and forests, especially since they are all remote mountain valleys.”

Wang Xianghai knew Jiang Ning wanted to show off, but now was not the time.

"If you want to try discussing cooperation, I will mentor you in the future, but this kind of thing is not possible. You are good at theoretical work, and you can be trained in discussing cooperation. But you cannot disregard your own safety."

Knowing that girls might be sensitive, Wang Xianghai gave a few more instructions, specifically emphasizing the importance of safety.

"I hired you two because one of you is eloquent and the other has a strong theoretical foundation. The two of you complement each other perfectly, and that's the greatest gratitude I can ask for. Don't rush to improve; you'll improve eventually."

Perhaps as people reach a certain age, Wang Xianghai suddenly realized that he seemed to have become more talkative and prone to lecturing.

Jiang Ning shut his mouth again.

"Jiang Ning, don't worry."

Wang Xianghai said.

The work was arranged just like that. Jiang Ning sat back down at her workstation.

Looking at the stacks of reports, the various processes, and the endless theories.

All that remained in my mind was that one sentence: You're a girl.

She would always feel inexplicably angry because of these words. She knew the other person meant well, but how could this not be considered a form of belittling?

"Sister Jiang, I'll have to trouble you again this time."

He Wei sensed that something seemed off about her mood. He quickly moved closer and gave her a flattering smile.

"You have no idea, if it weren't for the things you gave me last time, I wouldn't even be able to get a proper conversation with someone. I get a headache just looking at theories."

He Wei flattered and fawned while constantly praising her.

Jiang Ning's heart softened a little.

Perhaps everyone is genuinely worried about her, rather than trying to kick her out of the circle in the name of being a girl.

Unknown territory, unknown risks. Jiang Zhuhua urgently needed to shift his focus, even though he would still have a large sum of money after bankruptcy.

But nobody wants to end up on the streets, right? She still hopes to have more money in her hands.

Life proceeded smoothly in this way, and after two weeks, most things were on track, and Jiang Zhuhua was finally able to slow down his work.

Jiang Ji became similar to his peers, only more outstanding. He also began to make friends. Life seemed to settle down peacefully.

But some people just want to be the pebble that falls into the center of the lake.

"Jiang Zhuhua".

Several months had passed since the divorce, and the weather had grown quite cold, requiring a light down jacket. Jiang Zhuhua never imagined that he would see such a familiar figure beneath his own roof.

"Mr. Pei."

Jiang Zhuhua had no choice but to politely stop and greet the person, not knowing what this person had come over for.

"Won't you invite me up for a seat? It's been a while since we last met."

She had originally planned to discuss everything downstairs. She got off work early today and was even preparing to cook dinner before picking up Jiang Ji.

However, Pei Hong simply asked to go up and sit for a while. The Pei family was different from the Jiang family and her small entertainment company. They were industry leaders, with overall assets ranking among the top in the world.

Jiang Zhuhua couldn't refuse.

"Come up."

Jiang Zhuhua had no idea what the other person was planning. He simply turned slightly to the side and led the person into the house.

Who knew that this person would immediately try to touch him inappropriately as soon as he entered the room.

"Chasing China".

Pei Hong's voice was hoarse. As soon as he entered the room, he put his hand on Jiang Zhuhua's shoulder, and his mouth seemed to have a tracking function, trying to rub against Jiang's face.

Jiang Zhuhua pressed his hand directly onto Pei Hong's face. To Pei Hong's surprise, Pei Hong thought Jiang Zhuhua was flirting with him and even leaned forward, trying to rub his face against hers.

"President Pei, is this what you came here for? If I remember correctly, we are already divorced."

The sudden, greasy attack made Jiang Zhuhua want to gag. His face involuntarily turned pale, and his voice suddenly became as cold as if it were filled with ice.

"Don't you love me? Spend time with me today."

Pei Hong took her hand away as a matter of course, and then prepared to rub it on her face.

"I thought President Pei came to talk to me about some serious business. Turns out it was just loneliness."

Jiang Zhuhua took a large step back, distancing herself from him. She crossed her arms, her expression turning cold.

The alcohol had been intoxicating, but Pei Hong's mind cleared up a bit. Looking at the indifferent woman in front of him, he chuckled.

"Are you jealous?"

Pei Hong spoke softly, his eyes fixed on his prey.

It's disgusting.

"No. Mr. Pei, our relationship isn't suitable for us to talk here."

Jiang Zhuhua knew all too well the source of the other person's confidence: the original owner truly loved him. Because of that love, he wasn't cherished. Even now, when the other person felt bored, coming here was still taken for granted.

In the other person's eyes, this might just be a woman's jealousy, a game of cat and mouse, or a trivial struggle.

There's a limit to jealousy. I'm back now, aren't I?

Seeing the other person's wary expression, Pei Hong didn't rush to reach out, and instead wanted to chat with him about their feelings.

I've been having a bit of a tiring time playing around lately. Although Jiang Zhuhua is a bit spoiled, I feel at ease having him by my side.

"You know, people like us are always surrounded by different people. It's normal. Or is there something you want? I heard your relationship with the Jiang family hasn't been going so well lately, do you need my help?"

Pei Hong was rambling on to himself, while Jiang Zhuhua moved a little further away from him, not even changing his shoes before going straight into the house, since chatting at the door was not a good option.

If you were to actually fight, the area would be too narrow. It wouldn't be very convenient.

Jiang Zhuhua had no intention of spending any time cuddling with the other party.

"President Pei, have you forgotten? When we divorced, we weren't this polite and amicable."

He was simply tired of playing around and wanted to find a place to rest. Pei Hong's intentions were too obvious; he didn't even try to hide it. Jiang Zhuhua didn't really want to give him a friendly look either.

But you can't be too disrespectful to the other person. There are always various constraints in life.

"You even helped me raise my adopted son. Don't you have even the slightest bit of affection for me?"

Pei Hong took out a cigarette, casually lit it, and stared at Jiang Zhuhua through the hazy smoke.

That look was familiar, yet it made one feel physically uncomfortable—a condescending, appraising gaze. It was the look of someone in a superior looking at someone in a subordinate's position.

"There's a limit to playing around. I'll give you some face, so you should know when to stop."