"Hello!"
"It's me!" The other party's voice was as cold and emotionless as ever.
Jiang Nuan's pupils trembled. The hatred that stemmed from her very bones converged on her face at this moment.
Jiang Shuo, her adoptive father!
The entertainment industry was vast and had extreme dividing lines.
Jiang Shuo had climbed to a middle position over the years, and the events of the past few days had affected him greatly.
How could Jiang Shuo let her off the hook!
"Nuan Nuan, I know you're listening. I've already punished your mother. Can you come back to your daddy?"
It was obvious that Jiang Shuo still saw her as a gullible fool, believing she was easy to trick, which was why he had called.
His tone had also softened considerably.
Jiang Nuan did not make a sound. She simply hung up the phone.
She curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees. Her fair and beautiful face was filled with endless pain as she fell back into childhood memories.
Thinking of her childhood self, her heart ached.
She had never imagined that she wasn't Jiang Shuo's biological daughter.
From childhood, she had known hunger and cold.
She watched them, a family of four, live happily, while she could only hide in the attic and look on with envy. She lived in worse conditions than even the servants, enduring disdainful glances and frequent sarcastic remarks from Madam Jiang.
She thought it was because she wasn't good enough that they treated her that way. When she returned with a first-place score, her parents merely glanced at it indifferently, offering no praise.
Only Grandma would smile and praise her, buying her candy.
When she grew older, she finally understood that no matter how hard she tried, she would never be valued in that household. If she was better than Jiang Qing, she would be beaten by Madam Jiang and starved for a day.
Gradually, she learned to hide her brilliance until she came of age.
Jiang Nuan took a deep breath and looked up. Her small face was tear-streaked, her expression slightly dazed. This was currently Jiang Nuan's most vulnerable moment.
Her phone, lying by her feet, vibrated several times. After composing herself, she lowered her head slightly. Seeing it was Xiao Fan's number, she answered the call.
"Hello! Assistant Xiao."
Xiao Fan glanced at Mu Jiu Chen with a sense of accomplishment, then activated the speakerphone. "Miss Jiang, the damage assessment is complete. Shall we meet tomorrow?"
Jiang Nuan: "No need. Assistant Xiao, just send me the amount, and I'll transfer the money."
Xiao Fan looked at Mu Jiu Chen, who gave him a look.
Xiao Fan continued, "Miss Jiang, the amount is quite significant. We should discuss it in person."
Jiang Nuan felt a pang of heartache. Where would she get the money to pay now?
"How much?" she asked cautiously.
Xiao Fan: "The bumper was damaged, and some paint was scraped off. Around six figures."
Jiang Nuan: "..."
So, why did she yawn? Why couldn't the car speed have been just a tiny bit slower?
Under the light, Jiang Nuan's delicate skin showed no pores. Her smooth black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her current slightly aggrieved appearance was quite alluring.
"Assistant Xiao, please tell your master if I can pay him in installments. I can return the money within two months at most."
There was no other way. Her three children needed to go to school, and the living and tuition expenses were astonishingly high. All her money had been invested in that health soup restaurant, so did she have to pick up her old profession again?
She touched her still plentiful hair. Actually, it wouldn't matter if a little more fell out; she could do her old job.
Xiao Fan glanced at Mu Jiu Chen.
Mu Jiu Chen smirked wickedly and nodded.
Xiao Fan: "..." So, Master Jiu, you might have to chase your wife for a hundred thousand miles!
Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Alright, Miss Jiang. Master says it's fine."