The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 181: This Game is a Sure Win

Duan Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Jiang Nanshu leaving, he hurriedly stuffed the blood-stained knife into the hands of a security staff member, "Sorry for the trouble, I’ll explain the situation at the police station later."

He then quickly followed Jiang Nanshu, but remained a step behind, not daring to walk shoulder to shoulder with her.

The two of them left the concert venue together.

When Jiang Zhouye found out later, he rushed to Jiang Nanshu’s dressing room only to find, besides a few drops of blood that hadn’t been cleaned up, there was no sign of her.

His face turned grim as he looked at the female assistant, "Didn’t I tell you to stay with her? Why did you leave?"

The female assistant’s face was pale, but she still retorted, "The security staff said she was fine, and it was someone else who got hurt. You were coming to the venue, I had to follow you."

Jiang Zhouye sneered to himself, follow him? She was probably just making it easier to keep an eye on him and report his every move to his agent.

Fortunately, after tonight, it was all going to be over.

He immediately called Jiang Nanshu, thinking that if anything had happened to her due to his lack of supervision... Just the thought of it made Jiang Zhouye feel tight in the chest, as if a giant hand was squeezing his heart, leaving him breathless.

Jiang Nanshu’s phone was connected.

"Fourth brother? What’s up?"

That lazy voice with its soft and muffled tones sounded, and his heart instantly returned to its place.

"Where are you? Jiang Nanshu."

"Beijing People’s Hospital."

His heart, which had settled, lifted again. Duan Huaiyu’s voice was urgent, "Don’t move, I’ll come to find you."

"No need, I’m getting the person who saved me bandaged up. I’ll be back later. You go and chat with your teammates."

Jiang Nanshu ended the call after speaking.

Jiang Zhouye felt a sense of helplessness as he looked up again, his eyes now sharp. He turned to the female assistant, "Where is that sasaeng fan?"

The female assistant swallowed nervously, "Brother Huang thinks it’s best to let her go. Otherwise, it could impact the whole team negatively. It’s better to maintain a good reputation for now."

"So, where is she?" Jiang Zhouye’s face grew colder, and his phoenix eyes seemed to harbor a storm, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The female assistant unconsciously took a step back. Was this man really the dream-chasing youth from the mountains?

His aura didn’t seem like it at all.

"Police station... Brother Jiang, you should listen to Brother Huang. You still have two years left on your contract with Haohan Entertainment Media. It’s not in your interest to go against the company, especially since you’re not the one who got hurt, right?" The female assistant pleaded earnestly, hoping that Jiang Zhouye wouldn’t blow this incident out of proportion. Although it was excessive for a sasaeng fan to injure someone, an idol couldn’t be too harsh on fans. If it led to public outrage, it would be his own reputation that suffered.

"Heh, I didn’t get hurt, but she tried to harm my family. I will make sure that sasaeng fan goes to jail!"

"No!" The door not far away swung open.

A tall and thin man stepped out.

The female assistant respectfully called out, "Brother Huang."

Jiang Zhouye looked at him coldly; this was his agent, Huang Zhi, who everyone called "Brother Huang."

Frustration was written all over Brother Huang’s face. He hadn’t managed to buy the song for Lian Xingze and was trying to carve out an image of a talented original artist, but the right song had not been settled yet.

He thought the one he had was okay, but it only had lyrics, no music.

That man was acting unreasonably, unwilling to change the songwriter, and they could only proceed with a confidentiality agreement if the other party agreed. If not, they had to drop it.

Already annoyed, and now he had to deal with Jiang Zhouye’s business.

Originally, this was the company’s biggest cash cow, but just happened to damage his vocal cords, and naturally lost his value for exploitation. Even if they continued to support him, he wouldn’t achieve much.

"What’s all the fuss about? It’s just a sasaeng fan, they didn’t hurt you, so why cling to it? Be a little more tolerant, and fans will praise you for your kind heart and caring for them."

Seeing Jiang Zhouye’s face cold, devoid of any emotion, it was clear that he was being stubborn, determined to go against him.

Continuing with a sneer, "Jiang Zhouye, if you dare go against my wishes, your singing career is over. The company will freeze you out. Think it through yourself."

He’s just a failure now, the blame lies on him for not protecting his vocal cords.

Otherwise, once Lian Xingze becomes the lead singer of the team, they could use his rising popularity to boost Lian Xingze as well. It’s all within the same company, mutual benefit, right?

Jiang Zhouye left without saying a word.

Brother Huang showed a triumphant smile on his face. Competing with him, a singer with no power or influence wouldn’t even know how he died.

Jiang Zhouye wasn’t in the mood to stay around either. He had seen Lian Xingze, who was rehearsing with other teammates, and Su Jianlin also felt apologetic for not being able to leave for too long. Jiang Zhouye felt out of place sitting alone below them.

After thinking, he still had his driver take him to the police station. He had to make sure this dangerous person would spend some time behind bars for reformation.

...

Beijing People’s Hospital

The hospital wasn’t too far from the concert venue.

Duan Huaiyu’s wound on his left arm was rather deep, requiring several stitches, and he wouldn’t be able to take on any side jobs for a while, only able to recuperate.

Jiang Nanshu was sitting outside on a chair waiting for him to get his wound wrapped up.

Her eyebrows were almost furrowed into caterpillars.

How should she take care of Duan Huaiyu?

After all, he had gotten injured while protecting her, an undeserved disaster.

He had already left, but he quickly stepped in to block that knife for her.

Although Jiang Nanshu could have subdued the attacker, the distance was too close at the time; the blade would have definitely cut her face. Though she didn’t care much about her looks, she was very afraid of pain.

In the original book, Duan Huaiyu was Su Ran’s man, but now he’s ended up more entangled with her.

She couldn’t just follow Su Ran’s path and bring him by her side as a bodyguard, could she?

[Yo, is there anything that our "Great Female Lead Jiang" can’t handle?]

While Jiang Nanshu was deep in thought, Da Shachun’s sardonic voice rang out.

Jiang Nanshu spoke earnestly, "I think... I could take him in..."

Da Shachun: [Got winded by a couple of words! Can you put a rest to your scheming heart! You don’t need to worry about the plot, but that doesn’t mean you can go changing it wildly!]

Jiang Nanshu: "...At this point, it’s against my wishes too."

Da Shachun was exasperated to death: [Fine fine fine... let’s set that aside, why are you helping Jiang Leyi, that sidekick, to suppress the female lead?]

Jiang Nanshu continued innocently: "How clever am I, making them fight amongst themselves while I reap the benefits of the fisherman. Golden Sister will despise me, and Disgust Value is in the bag."

Da Shachun: [...Alright, alright, you make some sense, but why did you agree to be with the male lead? You’re messing up the plot.]

Jiang Nanshu smiled innocently: "Of course, it’s to dump him later. I’ll make him unable to leave me, desperate for me, and then I’ll kick him away fiercely, take off to great heights, a sure win for this game!"