After the vehicle had been driving for a short while, a delicate and beautiful young woman could be seen sitting on a bench by the roadside in the distance.
Jiang Peitian dialed Li Zhu's number in the driver's seat and instructed him, "Give him the phone."
The car was parked on the side of the road. Wen Zhaoye took the phone and his complicated gaze fell on Wen Jiaojiao not far away.
Wen Jiaojiao sat on the bench and suddenly noticed a large shadow cast above her. She looked up and saw Jiang Peitian. She said listlessly:
"What? It's you again?"
Jiang Peitian sat down next to her, placed the phone face down on the chair between them, and asked, "Where are we going?"
Wen Jiaojiao lowered her neck slightly and kicked at a small pebble with her toes, saying idly, "What's it to you?"
"Remember when I wanted to invite you to join the entertainment company? It'll work the same way now."
Wen Jiaojiao knew the entertainment industry wasn't a clean place, so even though she had no direction for the future, she still refused:
"I'm sorry, I don't have an ID card or any other documents, so I can't travel far or work for legitimate companies. Of course, if your place is not legitimate, then I definitely won't go there."
Jiang Peitian frowned and voiced his inner doubts:
"Weren't you going to marry that guy from last time? He's so outstanding, why did you sneak out?"
"Anyway, I'm leaving again soon, so it shouldn't hurt to tell you." Wen Jiaojiao turned her head to look at him, sighed, and said:
“He’s not my type, and I’m not his stepsister. I don’t even know who I am. All I know is that my name is Wen Jiaojiao.”
Jiang Peitian was increasingly confused by her actions and asked, "Then why did you impersonate his stepsister?"
“It’s all because of life.” After saying this, Wen Jiaojiao stared blankly into the distance: “I should leave too. This place is not where I belong.”
Li Zhu walked to his side, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Boss, the young master said he hopes you can give her a new identity."
Jiang Peitian lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, feeling that Wen Zhaoye would definitely want to acknowledge her as his sister. Furthermore, once she and Wen Zhaoye became nominally siblings, the possibility of marriage would be eliminated.
He smirked and said, "How about this, I'll acknowledge you as my daughter, give you a completely new identity, and you'll come with me to Hong Kong."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly.
Wen Jiaojiao looked Jiang Peitian up and down and asked skeptically, "Want to be my dad? Give me ten thousand first, and let me see your strength."
Jiang Peitian was speechless for a moment and said, "I didn't carry that much cash with me when I went out."
In the entertainment industry, "recognizing a father" is basically just sleeping around. Wen Jiaojiao belatedly realized this, and she stood up and waved her hand:
Goodbye then.
“Wait, what if…” Jiang Peitian was afraid of messing things up, so he patted his pockets and then looked at the phone and said, “What if I just give you this phone as collateral?”
Wen Jiaojiao paused, looking him over again:
So you really want to acknowledge me?
She's appeared in front of me time and time again. Could it be that she has feelings for me?
Jiang Peitian, unaware of her thoughts, raised his hand and took off his gold watch, saying:
"Would it be alright if I added this watch?"
"Handsome old man, let me tell you, although you're my type—mature, stable, and rich—at your age, I couldn't bring myself to kiss you even with my eyes closed."
So you've taken a liking to me and want to use the guise of being my goddaughter to do other things? I won't agree to that. Forget it, I'm a woman you can't have.
As soon as Wen Jiaojiao finished speaking, everyone on and off the phone was embarrassed.
Jiang Peitian glanced at the phone on the chair, but being experienced, he quickly composed himself and said:
“You’re overthinking it. I just think you look a bit like my deceased daughter, so I just wanted to help you out.”
He deliberately emphasized those two words, fearing that she might overthink things because of their respective positions, leading to dramatic events that strained their father-son relationship.
Wen Jiaojiao still couldn't believe that such a windfall had fallen into her lap. She pressed for answers, asking:
"How pure will it be? Will they force me to drink with them or give me to other capitalists to play with?"
Jiang Peitian, who had been a prominent figure in the business world for over two decades, had never encountered such a formidable person. A dark line appeared on his forehead as he said stiffly:
"You're overthinking it. I'll accept you. If you want to enter the entertainment industry, then focus on acting. If you don't want to, then stay at home and don't have to do anything."
Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly: "So... if I enter the entertainment industry, are you going to make me film erotic movies?"
Or should I stay home and wait for you to come home to sleep every day? Aside from those two things, I don't believe I'll ever run into a lucky person when I go out.
Jiang Peitian: "..." This brain is so sharp that even a human trafficker couldn't abduct it.
Li Zhu stepped forward, handed her his business card, and said:
"Our boss is a shipping magnate in Hong Kong. He has no shortage of women and would never let you do anything improper. If you don't believe me, take a look. This is our boss's business card."
Hong Kong's shipping magnate?
The villainous female supporting character's uncle?
Wen Jiaojiao stared blankly at the business card, recalling the sentence Qi Ying often said in the book: "My uncle is the shipping magnate of Hong Kong."
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, which was agape in shock, and tentatively asked again:
"What's your brother-in-law's daughter's name?"
"Qi Ying and Qi Xue." Jiang Peitian frowned slightly. Although he didn't understand what this had to do with them, he still answered truthfully.
After clarifying the relationships between the people and confirming that the person in front of her was truly a good person, Wen Jiaojiao suppressed her excitement and took the watch from his hand, her voice sincere:
"Thank you for the gift, Dad. But you don't need the phone. It'll save you from interrupting your big business deal. From now on, you're my real dad."
Jiang Peitian smiled slightly, took a wad of banknotes from Li Zhu's hand, and handed it to her, saying:
"Take this first. I can't take you to the port city right now, so I'll book you a hotel. I'll take you there after we get back and get all the formalities done."
Wen Jiaojiao took it in disbelief: "..."
How did I end up running into this billionaire dad who's giving away watches and money?
Sure enough, ever since I left that introverted guy, my luck has been off the charts.
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