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

"Is he that outstanding? If he were to give a speech, there would be many people there. Haven't you heard what other people are saying?"

Jiang Zhuhua simply felt that there were many outstanding people of his age or similar age.

Therefore, they felt lost and confused by their worship.

Pei Hong is a bit older; although he comes from a well-connected family, he built his business on his own. Shen Lin is also a successful second-generation heir. Chu Lianren, on the other hand, actively seeks investment and is doing very well.

"The main reason is that you're so good-looking, Mr. Jiang! There are many people here, but very few women, and you're the most outstanding one among them. How could we possibly have the time to look at anyone else?"

Another girl chimed in, even giving a thumbs-up.

Which college are you in?

Jiang Zhuhua chatted aimlessly.

"Business management."

Someone answered.

"Director Zhang studied business administration before? That's quite a cross-industry move."

Jiang Zhuhua was slightly surprised.

"Hmm. As I studied, I found that I wasn't very interested in it, so I decided to study directing as a side project."

Zhang Wuling replied.

"Don't call me Director Zhang anymore. We're friends now, right? Call me by my name."

The man in front of me spoke these words with a sincere and focused gaze.

"Okay. I was just used to saying it that way before."

Jiang Zhuhua still maintained a slight distance from the other party, but was willing to change his tune.

To be honest, names are a sensitive thing. When you address someone by their first name instead of their title, it feels like you're closer to them.

Jiang Zhuhua still finds it difficult to accept overly intimate relationships.

"Zhang Wuling".

Jiang Zhuhua slowly called out the name, trying to get used to it.

Zhang Wuling laughed, looking slightly drunk, her laughter tinged with a touch of ecstasy.

"What career paths will these students take after they graduate?" Jiang Zhuhua could tell that those people wanted to strike up a conversation with her, so she simply steered the topic towards their majors.

"After finishing my studies, I went home to inherit the family business. My family wouldn't allow me to start my own business."

That was the answer for most of them. Their families didn't actually have a lot of money, not as much as those who had been in business for generations. But they were still quite wealthy and owned some kind of company.

Then I'll definitely be unable to avoid social engagements in the future.

Jiang Zhuhua chatted casually with the other person, subtly hinting that they could come here for hot pot sometime and get a discount.

Eating with this group of students who haven't graduated yet is more comfortable. They're energetic, but not crazy. There's no feeling of a drinking party, no backstabbing, and they have a kind of innocent naiveté.

Jiang Zhuhua drank a glass of milk here, took photos with them, played two rounds of dice, and then left.

The alcohol was already quite strong, and Jiang Zhuhua felt his steps were a little unsteady.

"It's almost time, let me take you home."

Zhang Wuling followed closely behind and came out of the private room, reaching out to gently help Jiang Zhuhua up.

The sound slowly crept into his ears, and his mind seemed to spin like rusty gears. Jiang Zhuhua took a moment to process it.

"Jiang Zhuhua".

Another voice then squeezed into my mind.

"Hello, just leave her to me."

Huo Wang came out to check the time; it was already late. As soon as he came out, he saw Jiang Zhuhua snuggling up with a tall man.

The man even reached out to support her; Jiang Zhuhua looked like she had drunk too much. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Huo Wang walked straight over and reached out to support her other arm.

"you are?"

Zhang Wuling clenched her fist and looked up at the unfamiliar man. He gave off a very sharp feeling.

Her looks are exceptionally rare, the kind that would make her famous even in the entertainment industry. However, she remains completely unknown within the circle, suggesting she's not a professional in the entertainment industry.

I don't think I've ever seen this face in the business world.

Which industry are you in?

"Huo Wang. Jiang Zhuhua's friend."

Jiang Zhuhua's legs went weak and he couldn't stand. Huo Wang only used a little force, and Jiang Zhuhua slumped into his arms. He looked a little dazed.

"Jiang Zhuhua, is this your friend?"

Zhang Wuling inexplicably felt that what the other person said was unpleasant and felt a little uncomfortable, so she simply ignored the other person and turned to ask Jiang Zhuhua.

"Okay. I'll come visit again sometime."

Jiang Zhuhua slowly squeezed out a few words, trying to open his eyes wide to look at the two of them. He could see what they looked like, but his mind seemed unable to process it.

"He is the director. He is Tie Dan's father."

Jiang Zhuhua tried his best to introduce the two people, but his words immediately put them on the defensive.

Huo Wang's face stiffened slightly. What Iron Egg's father? It sounded like he didn't have a proper job.

“I own my own company, and Tiedan is my dog. An'an loves him. An'an is like her child.”

"Iron Egg's Dad" couldn't be his only nickname, so Huo Wang reintroduced himself. He watched movies, but he didn't know much about directors. The person in front of him looked too young, unlike the older directors he remembered.

He should be Jiang Zhuhua's partner.

"Hello. My name is Zhang Wuling. Did you drive here? Would you like me to call a designated driver for you?"

Zhang Wuling released her hand, a gentle smile on her face, just as she would with most strangers.

“She didn’t drink. Director Zhang still smells of alcohol, so I’ll take her home. We live close by, so it’ll be convenient.”

Looking at the man in front of him, Huo Wang felt a vague sense of crisis. Therefore, his words carried a different, more explicit meaning.

Director Zhang always exudes a scholarly air, aloof yet gentle. He's like a refined scholar from ancient times.

According to some friends, people seem to buy into this kind of thing these days. Huo Wang wasn't sure if Jiang Zhuhua would.

"Okay. Send me a message once you get home, Mr. Jiang. I need to know you've arrived home safely to feel at ease."

Zhang Wuling shrugged slightly and politely turned her body to the side.

Jiang Zhuhua was so drunk he was completely unconscious, only nodding incoherently. Huo Wang pulled him into his arms, and Jiang Zhuhua could barely stand.

Huo Wang had no choice but to squat down slightly, placing his arm under her hips so she could sit on his arm with her body resting on his shoulder. He then simply picked her up.

"An'an, we're going home."

Huo Wang ignored Zhang Wuling, who was staring at him, and simply pushed open the door to his private room. Jiang Ji had already finished eating and was playing on his phone.

Hearing the shouts, he saw Huo Wang hugging his mother. In an instant, a string in his mind suddenly tightened.

What does Huo Wang mean?