Chapter Seventy: Lei Zhiyi Was Abandoned Extra chapter for those who sent tourmaline diamonds

Zhu Bang spoke with an unwavering face, “Miss Lei, I’m sorry, but I cannot help you. The young master has made it clear: your roles in those two films under negotiation will not change. This is already his bottom line. I hope you take care of yourself.”

He finished speaking and went downstairs without lingering for even a moment.

Lei Zhiyi covered her face and slowly crouched to the ground, her shoulders trembling—she must have been crying.

The three of us returned to our seats, each wearing a different expression. Xia Qi remarked, “It seems joining a wealthy family isn’t as easy as it looks.”

Li Wanqiu leaned in mysteriously, “Did you hear? Something happened to the young master of the Li family.”

Xia Qi asked what had happened. We knew about the Li family—famous nouveau riche in Kangcheng. A few years ago, their young master caused a huge stir by killing someone in a drunk driving accident. After his release from labor camp, he still got into trouble often, but every time his father settled it with money.

Li Wanqiu said, “Last night, my dad told me the Li family’s young master got into a fight at a bar. He thought the local tough guys couldn’t beat him, but ended up provoking someone a thousand times more powerful.”

Xia Qi and I were immediately curious—who could be that much more formidable than the Li family?

Li Wanqiu took a sip of red wine, “Do you know Guan Shanyuan? He’s Luo Ango’s cousin, from Jingnan City.”

Xia Qi thought for a moment, then stared wide-eyed, “That Guan Shanyuan?”

Li Wanqiu nodded, “The Li young master tried to flirt with Guan Shanyuan’s wife in the bar, and got beaten badly right then and there. I hear he’s still in the intensive care unit.”

Seeing my puzzled look, Xia Qi explained, “Luo Ango’s cousin is the grandson of Commander Guan from the A Military District, and is the brightest rising star in politics. He’s very well-connected with Beijing.”

I recalled the slightly older man I’d seen at the Spring Private Cuisine Restaurant that day—could it have been him?

As our meal drew to a close, Xia Qi finally got to the main topic, speaking with righteous determination. To fulfill my humble wish, she decided to visit Beijing to see her grandparents, and would bring her boyfriend along to accompany me on a trip to Lijiang and Dali.

Since she said she’d go, Li Wanqiu naturally supported the idea wholeheartedly.

I asked how long she’d be away. She took a sip of wine and spoke leisurely, “About half a month. While I’m gone, you two must look after Jiang Chenghuan for me, don’t let any other woman snatch him away.”

Li Wanqiu and I patted our chests and promised we’d do just that—it was absolutely necessary.

Leaving the restaurant, they couldn’t wait to meet up with their boyfriends. Naturally, I wouldn’t play the third wheel, so I took the packed food for A Jiu and headed home.

The first thing I did upon returning was take birth control pills, silently vowing never to let that pervert near me again—otherwise, I’d be a fool.

That afternoon, my mother called, asking me to come home for dinner, claiming she missed me after several days apart.

Of course, I wasn’t so easily fooled. I knew exactly where my mother’s intelligence stood.

There must be something going on. I pressed her, and she finally spilled.

It turned out Rong Luozheng’s parents had come to my house to propose marriage. They were a million times satisfied with their future daughter-in-law and wanted to help us wed as soon as possible.

I was furious and asked my mother if she knew Rong Luozheng hadn’t divorced yet and that Yi Huayang was the other woman.

Who knows what neurons misfired in my mother’s brain, but she actually said, “Isn’t the divorce being processed? It’s just a matter of days. Your sister’s situation isn’t convenient, so it’s best to get married soon.”

I didn’t realize there was an ulterior meaning in her words, so I simply asked, “Then what about Du Fanchuan?”

My mother replied with something that nearly made me spit blood: “Didn’t he say he wanted to marry you?”