Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Although the older generation of the Jiang and Xie families had a good relationship, the younger generation did not mix much due to rivalry between Xie Duo and Jiang Yanting. However, their recent frequent interactions, including the special effort made by the Xie Family to congratulate the fifth master of the Jiangs on his engagement, did not go unnoticed.

”Teacher Shen? You are from the Xie Family...” someone asked softly nearby.

Shen Zhixian could never have imagined that she would be the target of the so-called expose. With so many stories about her, it was easy to generate buzz, and now everyone wanted to know who the kept man she was supporting was.

...

It was past noon. Qi Zeyan, who had been eating lunch while staring at his phone, refreshing the news ready for some juicy gossip, hadn’t expected the drama to involve Jiang Yanting. Netizens were even calling him a ’little white face,’ a man who lived off women.

”Pfft—Haha...” He burst out laughing.

Jiang Yanting, you’ve actually got a taste of your own medicine now?

But after his laugh, Xiaozhu coughed, ”Boss, there are a lot of reporters downstairs at the company.”

”The incident with me and Jiang Chengsi is already reported to the police, right? What are they doing at my company?” Qi Zeyan continued to browse comments with amusement.

”Today, the crew of ’Feng Que’ is having a meeting here, and Miss Shen is at our company.”

”...”

”There are quite a few talent agency people around; I guess they’re the ones who leaked the information to reporters they’re familiar with. One passes it to a hundred, now the reporters are all downstairs.”

”Who’s running the meeting?” Qi Zeyan cursed softly. He just wanted to enjoy the drama in peace.

If those reporters blocked Shen Zhixian, knowing the nature of those Beijing paparazzi, if some pushing and shoving occurred and something were to happen, especially on his turf, Jiang Yanting would certainly not let him off the hook.

”Xiaoruan!”

”Call her immediately, tell her to keep everyone there, I’ll have someone send her home... No, I’ll personally take her out,” said Qi Zeyan as he walked outside.

Xiaozhu promptly called Ruan Mengxi, only to be told that the meeting had ended three minutes ago, and Shen Zhixian had already left the building.

Ruan Mengxi had seen the news break and ended the meeting early while asking Shen Zhixian to leave quickly, fearing the arrival of reporters. Had she known the reporters were already there, she would not have let Shen leave. By the time she went after her, Shen Zhixian and Tang Wan had already taken the elevator and left.

Qi Zeyan clenched his jaw and tried to call Shen Zhixian, but she was out of service, and so was Tang Wan, ”Where have these two gone?”

”Could they be in the elevator with no signal?” Xiaozhu suggested.

**

Meanwhile, Shen Zhixian and Tang Wan had arrived at the parking garage on the second basement level.

”Miss Shen, why don’t you come with me? Take my car, and we’ll head to the Jiang Family first,” suggested Tang Wan. Her personal information had been thoroughly dug up by netizens, even the model of her car was well-known.

Some said she kept a low profile, others said it was because she hadn’t come into her money yet to afford a flashy car.

”That works,” Shen Zhixian agreed, knowing it wasn’t safe to drive her own car now.

She took out her phone to call Jiang Yanting, but discovered that the signal was weak.

”I really don’t know who’s so bored that they took such photos. Big brother probably never imagined that one day he’d be considered a kept man...” Tang Wan chuckled as she fished the car keys out of her bag, and in the moment she lowered her head, her expression suddenly changed.

A swarm of reporters suddenly surged toward them en masse.

”Ah—Over there!”

”It really is her.”

”Move quickly!”

...

The reporters, carrying their cameras and equipment, moved surprisingly fast. The two women had no chance to get to the car before being completely surrounded by the journalists.

Blinding flashes went off as they were bombarded with a frenzy of photographs.

”That’s Miss Tang, don’t squeeze in!” someone warned.

Tang Wan’s affair with Jiang Jinsang was already public knowledge. His reputation in the Beijing circle wasn’t good, notorious for being unstable and violent. His fiancée wasn’t someone many dared to provoke or approach closely, but they still blocked them, not allowing them to leave.

”Miss Shen, do you really have a partner? Is your relationship with him purely romantic?”