There’s no denying it—Jiang Nian was being lazy.
That’s only human nature.
Doing the same thing over and over for a long time would bore anyone.
Especially someone like Jiang Nian, who used to spend a lot of time hanging out in bars and clubs.
Right now, there were two little figures fighting in his head.
One represented impulse, tempting him: “Go have some fun. You’re so far ahead anyway, one day won’t hurt.”
The other represented reason, advising him: “Don’t go. Time is money. You’ve got the system—you need to seize this chance to transcend.”
These conflicting thoughts left Jiang Nian feeling torn.
Just then—
Ding-dong—
His phone let out a soft chime, grabbing Jiang Nian’s attention.
He looked down and saw that Yang Mi had sent him a message.
It was an address.
The location was pretty remote, almost to the neighboring Beijing-Tianjin corridor.
Then a voice message came through right after.
Jiang Nian tapped it, and Yang Mi’s unique, soft, milky voice came out: “Come out for a drink.”
The moment the message ended,
Rip! Pow!
A tiny pink figure appeared in Jiang Nian’s mind and, with absolute dominance, instantly knocked away both reason and impulse.
By the time Jiang Nian snapped back to reality, he was already standing in front of a Western-style villa.
Ding-dong—
Jiang Nian rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
He walked through the hallway and looked to the right.
Yang Mi sat on the sofa. Her delicate black stockings outlined her slender, shapely legs—incredibly alluring. But the diamond-shaped white patterns on them gave off a distant, untouchable vibe.
She hadn’t bothered to change out of the white suit she wore to work. She’d just hastily taken off her tie, unbuttoned a few buttons, and revealed the elliptical black camisole underneath.
She was holding a drink, her cheeks flushed, completely absorbed in watching TV.
“Hey, you’ve already started drinking without me,” Jiang Nian teased as he walked over.
He sat down naturally beside Yang Mi, grabbed a bottle, and opened it.
He took a sip to wet his throat, then looked at Yang Mi and asked, “What brought you all the way out here today? This place is pretty remote.”
“Don’t even mention it. That idiot Hawick Lau got followed by reporters when he came back last time. Now there are reporters camped outside my community every single day. It’s so annoying.”
Yang Mi replied casually, her tone full of irritation.
After all, as celebrities, the worst thing is having their address known—especially if the people who know it are reporters.
She hadn’t had a single peaceful day since that incident.
It wasn’t just that reporters chased her for interviews every time she went out.
The bigger problem was that even when she got home, the people in her community wouldn’t leave her alone. They kept filing complaints with the property management, saying Yang Mi was disrupting their daily lives and demanding an explanation.
But what could the property management do? Yang Mi was a resident. They couldn’t just kick her out. So they just showed up every day to tell her about the complaints.
Trouble both outside and inside had finally driven Yang Mi to this place.
Hearing this, Jiang Nian looked at her with a bit more sympathy.
What a raw deal.
She got cheated on by Hawick Lau, and now she couldn’t even go back home.
“Cheers to that,” Jiang Nian said, raising his glass.
He clinked glasses with Yang Mi and downed it in one go.
Feeling the atmosphere was getting a bit heavy, he looked around and noticed what was on TV:
“Isn’t this… Diamond Lover?”
“Mi Jie, if I remember correctly, the lead actress Reba works at your company, right?”
Jiang Nian asked.
His intention was to change the subject.
But unexpectedly, Yang Mi looked at him with a serious face and said, “Don’t you dare get any ideas about her.”
“???”
Jiang Nian was stunned, then retorted, “Hey, Mi Jie, what do you mean by that? Do I really seem like that kind of guy?”
“Be more confident and leave out ‘seem like,'” Yang Mi reminded him. “You recognized her at a single glance. I don’t believe you have no thoughts about her.”
“…”
Jiang Nian looked left and right.
Jiang Nian rubbed his nose awkwardly.
Jiang Nian confessed: “Fine, I do have thoughts about her. So what?”
“Tch!”
Yang Mi rolled her eyes.
She knew this rascal would say that.
So she warned him:
“Reba is the one I’m grooming to be the face of my company.”
“Until the next successor appears, she can’t have any scandals. And she won’t have any scandals.”
Hearing this, Jiang Nian suddenly realized something. His eyes lit up: “So you’re saying… as long as no one finds out, it’s fine?”
“Is that what I meant?”
Yang Mi playfully hit Jiang Nian.
Then she turned and sat on his lap, glaring at him angrily: “Jiang Nian, I find you getting more and more out of line. You dare to think anything, say anything.”
Jiang Nian remained unfazed, just grinning: “So what now? Want me to leave?”
“Leave, my foot. I need to teach you a lesson. Do you know what you do when a dog misbehaves?”
Yang Mi grabbed his collar, looking down at him from above.
“Stick… education?” Jiang Nian ventured.
A mischievous smile appeared on Yang Mi’s face: “Exactly!”
“But…” Jiang Nian looked at her with confusion, “Have you considered that I might be the one with the stick?”
“Huh?” Yang Mi was taken aback.
Before she could react, in the next second, Jiang Nian pushed lightly.
Thump. The tables had turned.
Looking at Yang Mi’s face, now full of confusion and bewilderment,
Jiang Nian curled his lips into a smile:
“You were right about one thing. A misbehaving dog really does need to be taught a lesson.”
“So now, are you ready to receive your education?”
Yang Mi: “!!!”
“Hey, those are my lines! Those are my lines!”
One hour later.
Jiang Nian walked into the bathroom, feeling refreshed, to take a shower.
He wasn’t sure if it was because he had been abstaining for a while or because martial arts had improved his physical condition.
But today, his performance had been excellent.
If he hadn’t noticed Yang Mi was about to pass out, he could have probably gone another ten or twenty minutes.
He washed up quickly and walked back to the living room.
Only to find Yang Mi weakly applying some ointment.
Seeing this, alarm bells went off in Jiang Nian’s head: “Mi Jie, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”
As he spoke, he had already picked up his phone, ready to order some post-exposure medication.
Yang Mi rolled her eyes irritably: “Sick, my foot! I’m preventing inflammation!”
“Inflammation?”
“No kidding. If you rub your skin with your hand for an hour straight, wouldn’t it hurt? Wouldn’t it get inflamed?”
“Oh, I see.”
Jiang Nian understood. That was something he really hadn’t known before.
“As expected of a celebrity—she’s experienced!”
Jiang Nian thought to himself, then sat down to observe her.
Seeing this, Yang Mi couldn’t be bothered with him and focused on applying her ointment.
But just then—
Ding-dong—
A clear doorbell rang from outside.
Immediately followed by a deep male voice: “Mi Mi, are you home? It’s me, Kai Wei. I’ve been reflecting on things the past few days, and I realize I was wrong. Can you open the door and let’s talk?”
The moment the words landed, Yang Mi’s head shot up, her face full of shock.
Jiang Nian looked completely dumbfounded:
“???”
“Not again?”
“Mi Jie, am I seriously just part of your act?”
