After saying that, Jiang Yue really did walk away gracefully.

With sunglasses on, the clatter of her high heels on the ground seemed to resonate in the hearts of others.

The security guards standing at the entrance looked at each other in bewilderment.

The station director was a little stunned, as if he had been caught off guard by her straightforwardness.

When did she become so easy to talk to?

Normally, wouldn't this have gone on for three days and three nights without stopping? They'd smash things and curse to vent their anger.

Something unusual must be going on!

She's probably up to some nasty trick.

After Jiang Yue walked away, the station manager couldn't help but call his assistant over: "She's really gone?"

The assistant nodded: "I saw her get into that 30 million Bentley and leave with my own eyes."

The station director couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when he heard about the Bentley, saying, "You don't have to emphasize the 30 million."

He frowned, his expression still serious: "What did she do today? I'm really worried. I'm afraid she might sneak over and blow up the TV station tonight while we're not here."

To be honest.

Jiang Yue is capable of doing this.

She's been a bully for a long time, and her staff are complaining endlessly because no one wants to serve this wealthy lady.

The assistant thought for a moment and said, "I don't understand either. I'm afraid she won't give up so easily."

The station director looked grave. "There's nothing we can do but take it one step at a time."

The assistant continued, "But they all say that the Zhou family's man... seems to be planning to divorce her, and he hasn't denied the recent scandals that have been exposed."

The station director's eyes widened: "Really?"

The assistant touched his nose. "That's what everyone says."

We can't just make things up out of thin air.

People like Jiang Yue are more than happy to see her dumped. Without her backing, no one will pamper her anymore.

"I reckon it is. She's probably acting this abnormally because of the divorce."

*

Inside the car.

Jiang Yue took off her sunglasses, and only then did she have time to examine the small phone in her hand.

There wasn't much information, but it's clear that the original owner wasn't a person with many friends.

My WeChat Moments are full of posts that are deliberately showing off.

From bags to jewelry, and even the cars in the garage.

It's clear that the original owner was someone who really loved gold and silver treasures. How bad can someone who loves money be?

Jiang Yue had just lost her job when her colleagues started feigning concern for her.

The once quiet work group chat quickly filled with 99+ messages.

[Yueyue, are you alright?]

[The station director really wants to give your job to Zhao Nan. Sigh, that's so unfair. I feel so sorry for you.]

"But it's okay, it gives you a chance to rest for a few more days."

Don't take those online comments to heart. What celebrity doesn't get criticized? Just ignore them; they're all online thugs.

Jiang Yue was unaware of the backstabbing and infighting at work.

They genuinely believed that they cared about them.

The little girl was tapping away at her phone screen with her newly done manicure. [I didn't see it.]

Online comments? Getting scolded? What is that thing?

Do you expect her to watch every Tom, Dick, and Harry? She'd be exhausted.

Would people in the work group be happy to see these three words? Of course not!

My mind is screaming hysterically, "Look! Why aren't you looking! We dare not curse you! Look at how others are cursing you!"

The large group chat of over a hundred people fell silent at her words.

How did she manage to hold back this time?

Didn't she used to argue with netizens online all the time?!

To call her uncultured.

She could post her undergraduate diploma a hundred times, even though it was later revealed that it was a private Sino-foreign joint venture undergraduate program, and that she had failed all her CET-4 and CET-6 exams and major courses during her university years.

Jiang Yue felt that since she had come to this world, she occasionally needed to adapt to its rules.

So she casually asked in the group chat: "Are you all at work?"

Then the others chimed in: "Yeah, yeah!"

Jiang Yue felt sorry for them from the bottom of her heart.

Jiang Yue: [So pitiful.]

Others: [...]

Jiang Yue generously ordered afternoon tea and pastries for them, costing over a thousand yuan per person.

This afternoon tea easily cost hundreds of thousands.

The TV station staff looked at the afternoon tea delivered from the dessert shop and couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Wait, when did Jiang Yue become so kind?"

"Strange, could that poisonous woman have put poison in the dessert?"

"This is a G brand cupcake; even a regular cupcake costs 1999."

"Never mind that, let's eat first."

"Maybe she's finally developed some emotional intelligence after losing her job and then her husband."

They didn't know that in Jiang Yue's eyes, casually ordering afternoon tea for them was the same as her giving porridge to beggars in the past.

It is charity.

It's sympathy.

I didn't have any other thoughts.

The system kept popping up with messages like: "You know to buy them cakes, but why didn't you buy the male lead a gift?!"

Jiang Yue said matter-of-factly, "He's not pitiful."

In just a few days, the system has realized that the host it forcibly summoned is even more vicious and terrifying than the original host.

This is a case of fighting fire with fire.

Jiang Yue's Bentley was stopped in front of her house. Before she could even ask what was going on, the car door was banged on loudly.

Jiang Yue slowly opened the car door, got out, and glanced disdainfully at the middle-aged woman in front of her.

Sun Chengfeng was stunned by her daughter's cold and indifferent glance. When had her daughter, who had always been at her mercy, dared to be so arrogant in front of her?

This is your mother.

You inherited all of her personality flaws.

[You were in cahoots with her, plotting against the male lead to get into his bed and climb the social ladder.]

She has leverage over you; you're a human ATM she constantly exploits; she's sucking your blood to support your younger brother's university education.

[Your younger brother eventually fell in love with the female lead, and together with the male lead and his gang, they got you thrown in jail.]

Sun Chengfeng was stunned by her gaze for a few seconds. After regaining her senses, she said in an unfriendly tone, "You think you're all grown up now?! You haven't replied to my messages for days! Hurry up and transfer the money to me. I need to buy a house for your brother."

Jiang Yue frowned, her eyes showing some disdain.

The woman's fragrance was so cheap and pungent, like rotten perfume.

Feeling scorned by that gaze, Sun Chengfeng was filled with rage and grabbed her arm: "Why are you hiding? Let me tell you, you'd better give me more money."

“I saw the news too. Zhou Ji won’t tolerate you for long. You absolutely cannot be kicked out, otherwise, it’s hard to say whether those photos will be leaked.”

Sun Chengfeng believed she had her completely under her control.

If you tell her to go east, she would never dare to go west.

More obedient than a dog.

This daughter is just a tool for her to make money. As long as her daughter is alive, she can suck blood from her endlessly.

After Sun Chengfeng finished speaking, she looked at her with her head held high, like a smug hen.

In the past, Jiang Yue would have found such a person disgusting even to look at.

"I have no money."

Sun Chengfeng shouted indignantly, "How could you not have money?! Your husband is so rich! Sleep with him a few more times and you're not afraid of not getting money?"

Jiang Yue looked at her coldly: "Fine, I have one."

Sun Chengfeng didn't even have time to be happy.

Jiang Yue smiled, her lips curving into a beautiful smile, "But even if I had it, I wouldn't give it to you."

Sun Chengfeng raised her arm, instinctively about to slap her.

Jiang Yue grabbed her wrist and, before she could react, raised her other hand and slapped her across the face.

It snapped loudly, with a heavy force.

Sun Chengfeng seemed stunned by the blow, frozen in place. She covered her numb face, but cried out in shock and anger, "I think you've gone too far!!!"

How can this little bitch be so strong!

It hurt her so much!