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

What happened today may cause a series of troubles. Children's dislikes are often completely unfounded and may be influenced by their family members.

Jiang Zhuhua was unsure whether Jiang Ji would be bullied at school.

However, Jiang Ji told her that several children helped him during the fight today.

Jiang Ji was reluctant to part with her friends. Jiang Zhuhua didn't try to persuade her any further.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it's snowing more and more frequently in this city, with some snow still accumulating on the roads.

With the New Year approaching, many tasks are becoming increasingly urgent. Various promotional activities are underway, some aiming to boost sales and performance before the end of the year.

"President Jiang, please come in."

The wrap party was a private event, with the entire venue booked out. Zhang Wuling and the assistant director came out to greet them, followed by a man and a woman who were both very good-looking.

Jiang Zhuhua shook hands with them politely.

"Who are these two?"

"Because I don't follow the entertainment industry often, I don't know much about these people," Jiang Zhuhua asked.

"Oh, these two are our lead actors. This one is Xu Zhe, and this one is Li Mai."

The assistant director leaned over, eagerly introducing them, his eyes full of admiration. He was clearly very satisfied with the two. Zhang Wuling stood to the side, her expression unreadable, simply smiling faintly without saying a word.

The assistant director would go on and on praising her.

"It's cold standing at the door, let's go inside first."

Zhang Wuling couldn't stand it anymore. This person was sometimes really clueless, and other times very perceptive, with emotional intelligence that fluctuated wildly.

So he simply made a gesture of invitation and led the way.

"Yes, yes, yes, look at me, I can't stop talking once I start."

The assistant director finally realized his mistake and, while slapping himself in the face, followed them inside.

Once inside, some of the dishes had already been served, along with various drinks, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Quiet down, everyone. Let's see who's here. It's our major investor, Mr. Jiang."

The assistant director was clearly more in charge of setting the mood. Zhang Wuling didn't talk much. The assistant director glanced at him, then went in first, tapping his wine glass lightly with a spoon, the crisp sound echoing throughout the room.

He only began to speak after the room quieted down.

There was more than one investor, but it was clear that the others hadn't come.

Jiang Zhuhua glanced around and roughly realized that he would become the center of attention.

Everyone present stood up and applauded in unison. Jiang Zhuhua took the seat of honor.

I listened to their various congratulatory speeches, raised my glass, and drank a few glasses.

Jiang Zhuhua's gaze swept around a few times, and he noticed a woman sitting in a corner.

This person looked so familiar—Jiang Molan. But she was completely different from how she appeared at the banquet; she didn't seem as well-behaved as before.

She sported a one-time perm with big, wavy hair, and although her clothes were casual, she exuded a relaxed vibe. When she smiled, there was even a touch of gentleness in her expression.

"What number role did she play in the play?"

Jiang Zhuhua became slightly interested, quietly pointed, and asked Zhang Wuling next to him.

They were a little too close, and the tips of Zhang Wuling's ears turned slightly red.

"The third female lead. She doesn't have many scenes."

Because Zhang Wuling was present throughout the entire process, she had a good understanding of everyone in the crew.

"She's quite serious when she works, but I don't know why she's not popular in the industry."

When this matter was mentioned, Zhang Wuling suddenly remembered something.

Jiang Zhuohua and Jiang Molan, shouldn't they be biological sisters? They don't seem to know each other very well.

"President Jiang, it's not appropriate to kick them out now. The movie will be released soon."

Recalling the various rumors circulating online, Zhang Wuling couldn't help but say one more thing.

"Don't worry, I was just asking casually."

Jiang Zhuhua now understood; he guessed the rest of the crew also knew the other woman was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Meanwhile, Zhang Wuling was aware of a past grudge between them.

"Won't her acting skills affect our box office performance?"

The other party did not cause any substantial harm, and even verbal abuse was minimal. Jiang Zhuhua naturally wouldn't cause trouble for them; he was more concerned about his box office performance.

"She got the role through her own audition. Her acting skills are passable."

Zhang Wuling spoke the truth.

To be honest, when I first saw this person, I thought they were trying to get in through connections, and I had already prepared a tactful way to refuse them. But who would have thought they would give me such a pleasant surprise?

Once you get into the zone, your entire demeanor undergoes a dramatic transformation.

"That's fine."

That's all. As long as it doesn't cause any problems, everything is negotiable.

Jiang Molan naturally noticed it too, given the commotion earlier, but she still tried to shrink back into the crowd.

To avoid making each other uncomfortable.

However, the other party did not seem to show any malice. They listened to the funny stories about the film crew and just smiled occasionally.

"Mr. Jiang, your outfit looks great today."

A handsome young man smiled and praised her, but the occasion was rather inappropriate.

While the main leaders and actors were chatting, he came up and said just that one sentence.

It's like a perfectly balanced circle that's suddenly been tilted out of shape.

"Absolutely. With such a great presence, what wouldn't look good on President Jiang?"

Zhang Wuling was talking about how someone on the film crew picked poisonous mushrooms out of curiosity, resulting in food poisoning for everyone. Being suddenly interrupted naturally made her somewhat unhappy.

He said it with a smile, but his eyes held a hint of warning.

"Indeed. Mr. Jiang, I've admired you for a long time. May I have a drink with you?"

The other person had an unusually thick skin, and walked over with a wine glass in hand. The young man winked as he spoke.

"No, I've already had quite a bit to drink today. Let's do it another day."

Anyone could tell from their gaze and demeanor that the other person had ulterior motives. Jiang Zhuhua didn't want to embarrass them in this situation, so she politely declined.

"Alright then! I'll treat Mr. Jiang to a drink another day."

The young man chuckled, and Jiang Zhuhua had no doubt that he would shamelessly ask for her contact information.

The other person had a hypocritical and pretentious air about them, as if they'd never climbed the social ladder before, and their shamelessness made their performance seem fake.

"Zhang Wuling, where were we?"

Jiang Zhuhua stepped back slightly and nudged Zhang Wuling's arm suggestively.

"Food poisoning. Some people even hallucinated, thinking they were flowers. The camera still records it, which can be used as footage later."

Zhang Wuling slightly turned her body to the side, blocking the young man's view. At the same time, she gave him a warning look.