After finishing the call with Ke Liming, Sister Wang remained in a daze for a while.
“Sister Wang, did you find out? Who is targeting me like this?” Ye Pengpeng asked, his eyes wide with panic.
“It’s a mysterious big shot surnamed Jiang!” Sister Wang glared fiercely at Ye Pengpeng. “You useless piece of trash who can’t even finish what you start! You don’t even know your own limitations, daring to offend just anyone. Do you really think you’re the son of the richest man, able to confront heaven, earth, and air?”
If it were in the past, Ye Pengpeng would have immediately flown into a rage if Sister Wang dared to yell at him like this. But now, he was so berated that he couldn't utter a single word.
“Quick, tell me, how did you provoke that President Jiang?” Sister Wang demanded.
“President Jiang?” Ye Pengpeng said with a crestfallen face. “I’m just a celebrity, how could I possibly provoke any President Jiang, President Scallion, or President Garlic?”
“If you didn’t, then why would someone target you out of the blue? Think harder about it.”
“President Jiang? Jiang…” A thought flashed through Ye Pengpeng’s mind, and in his panic, he collapsed onto the floor, shaking his head repeatedly. “No, impossible, it couldn’t be her…”
“Her?” Sister Wang pressed. “Who is this ‘her’ you’re talking about?”
“It’s not her, it definitely can’t be her.”
“Whether it is or isn’t, the most important thing right now is to gain President Jiang’s forgiveness. Otherwise, even the King of Heaven can’t save you!”
…
At Jiang Ling’s home.
Sister Sa was lounging on the sofa, munching on sunflower seeds and scrolling through Weibo. Suddenly, she exclaimed, “Wow, Ye Pengpeng’s Weibo really has been completely deleted, and his previous endorsements are gone too.”
Jiang Ling said calmly, “It’s to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. If I don’t make an example out of this guy, those people won’t know how formidable your Grandma is!”
“Good heavens, you took three phone calls and managed to blackball a scorching hot top male celebrity. Lingzi, I feel like I can’t see through you anymore.” Sister Sa looked up at Jiang Ling.
“In the treacherous battlefield of fame and fortune that is the entertainment industry, how can one get by without any trump cards? If it weren’t for this incident, I wouldn’t want to expose myself,” Jiang Ling said with a hint of boastfulness.
“If Ye Pengpeng knew the inside story of his blacklisting and came to beg for your forgiveness, would you forgive him?” Sister Sa asked curiously.
“Forgiving him is God’s job. My job is to send him to see God!”
Sister Sa: “…”
Speak of the devil. Just as Sister Sa was talking about Ye Pengpeng coming to beg for forgiveness, an hour later, the doorbell rang at the house.
Jiang Ling opened the door and saw a middle-aged woman and a young fresh meat standing outside. Needless to say, these two were Sister Wang and Ye Pengpeng. The two had begged and pleaded, pulling strings through all sorts of connections, before finally finding their way here.
“Jiang Ling, you… how are you here…” Ye Pengpeng was completely stunned when he saw that the person opening the door was Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling rolled her eyes. “This is my home. Where else would I be?”
“Your home?” Ye Pengpeng hadn’t caught on yet.
“Yes, this is my home,” Jiang Ling said.
Hearing this, Sister Wang had a bad feeling, but she still politely asked, “Hello, Miss Jiang. I am Ye Pengpeng’s agent. I have something to discuss with President Jiang. Could you help me relay a message?”
Jiang Ling said, “No need to relay. Just tell me what it is.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Pengpeng immediately snorted in anger. “Who do you think you are, to represent President Jiang…”
Before he could finish speaking, Sister Wang struck the back of his head.