Jiang Yixing suddenly transmigrated to the Spirit Immortal Realm after graduating from university, cultivated for a hundred years, and finally became a Nascent Soul cultivator.
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"That's right, you've already started selling your stocks, haven't you? You probably don't want to miss this opportunity either, do you?" The butler's voice was laced with amusement.
Feng Nan made no attempt to hide anything. What was the point of concealing anything now that the truth had already been uncovered? Besides, this was the Rong family; she didn't believe they would covet such a small amount of money from her family.
Feng Nan chuckled softly. It was like a pillow being delivered to someone who was sleepy. She didn't care how Zhang Dehai had offended the Rong family, as long as Zhang Dehai was in trouble, she would be in good shape. "Don't worry, I'm a professional at catching mistresses."
The next morning, Feng Nan dressed up specially, changing her radiant appearance to that of a resentful woman confined to her chambers. After finding out Qi Ying's address, she took a few bodyguards and went out to catch the mistress.
When Qi Ying was caught, she was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that this was the legitimate wife of the Zhang family.
When she was pinned to the ground, Qi Ying saw the flashing lights in the distance and immediately covered her face. But how could the bodyguard let her cover her face? He held her hand and her whole body was clearly captured by the camera.
Qi Ying was dragged to a street corner by her bodyguard, her body aching terribly. The thought that flashed through her mind was: Would Zhang Meng feel sorry for her if he saw this?
Why did things come to this?
Qi Ying, realizing that Jiang Yixing had accepted a new script—a big production with a great director—began to wonder why such good fortune had befallen her. Why was Zhang Meng only concerned about Jiang Yixing at first?
Using Zhang Dehai's name to hire thugs, Qi Ying sneered inwardly. Would Jiang Yixing still be able to laugh this time?
A pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of Qi Ying. Before looking up, Qi Ying was hoping to see Zhang Meng's face, just like before, when she was in a sorry state.
But what Qi Ying saw was an unfamiliar face, an extremely handsome face, which made Qi Ying think she had seen an angel in her confusion.