304: Chapter 304! What a joke!

Shengtian, Jin Di Entertainment, corridor outside the private room.

Jiang Ye stared at the screenshot of the JD.com order Su Ning sent on WeChat, the corners of his mouth twitching with an irrepressible grin.

Sigh, what a mess this turned out to be...

Who could truly blame a Girl who would gift them a thirty-two thousand yuan Leica camera?

This wasn't just a simple gift; it was her heart, her devotion, and proof that she held Jiang Ye at the very center of her world!

Not to mention, there was a massive three hundred and twenty thousand yuan cashback waiting for him!

Thinking about it this way, Su Ning's "minor offense" of being out of touch for five days after going home instantly seemed insignificant, even a bit cute.

"Tsk, with such a sensible sweetheart, it's really hard to find the heart to blame her..."

Jiang Ye smacked his lips happily, tucked his phone back into his pocket, and turned to head back into the private room to continue the "serious business" he hadn't finished.

Since the money was already spent, if he didn't have a deep conversation and get his money's worth with that "broad-minded" Xiao Qing, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

His hand had just landed on the door handle of the private room, and before he could push it open, a crisp and rhythmic "clack-clack" sound suddenly echoed from the other end of the corridor.

It was the sound of high heels tapping on the marble floor, approaching from afar at a steady pace, yet carrying an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Jiang Ye instinctively turned his head to look over there.

From the corner of the corridor, a figure slowly walked into view.

The woman appeared to be twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a sharply tailored navy blue wool coat over a simple off-white spaghetti-strap top that faintly outlined her fair collarbones.

On her lower half, she wore a pair of black high-waisted wide-leg trousers that made her legs look straight and long, paired with dark brown block-heeled ankle boots that added a touch of vintage flair.

Her thick hair was permed into vintage wool curls and loosely tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on her nose, exuding an intellectual yet cold aura.

This image, this presence...

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment. Almost instinctively, he raised his phone, snapped a "click" photo of the figure, then quickly opened Ye Cheng's WeChat and pressed the voice message button:

"Cheng Cheng, holy crap! Art really does imitate life! I just ran into someone who looks even more like a powerful career woman than you! Quick, feel it through the screen and learn a thing or two!"

Just as he sent the voice message, the woman had already reached the door of the private room opposite him.

She seemed to have overheard Jiang Ye's words and glanced at him coldly. There was no warmth in her eyes; she clearly had no intention of entertaining such senseless behavior.

Standing before the door, the woman tilted her head slightly, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to the opposite room:

"Yi Chuan, come out."

!!!

Jiang Ye blinked, his keen "Gossip Radar" instantly perking up.

This plot! This opening line!

Ooh! She's here to catch someone!

And looking at this posture, it wasn't a simple case of a wife catching her husband; it seemed more like... a superior catching a subordinate? Or an elder catching a junior?

Everyone loves a good bit of gossip, especially when the entertainment is served right to their doorstep.

Jiang Ye decisively slipped back into his own room, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and quickly flashed back out. He leaned back comfortably against the doorframe and entered spectator mode.

A young man's voice came from the opposite room, sounding a bit guilty and slightly impatient:

"Sister Shi, I... I'm just out to have some fun and relax. It's fine, just stay out of it."

The woman addressed as "Sister Shi" remained standing at the door with no intention of entering, her tone calm:

"This is not a Shengtian you should be. If you want to play, fine, I'll help you find a way, but not like this."

"Yo, President Shi, you're quite well-informed, aren't you? However, I'm afraid you've made a trip for nothing."

Another older, slightly greasy male voice came from the room, tinged with mockery:

"If I remember correctly, Yi Chuan has officially been transferred to my side. His business doesn't seem to have anything to do with you anymore, does it?"

The woman fell silent for a few seconds. In the corridor, only the clear "crack-crack" sound of Jiang Ye cracking sunflower seeds could be heard.

She stood there quietly, seemingly waiting for the young man named "Yi Chuan" to make his own choice.

After waiting a few seconds and seeing no movement inside, a flash of disappointment crossed her eyes, and she sighed softly:

"Yi Chuan, your account data has just started to pick up, and fan loyalty is being cultivated. Now is not the time for indulgence. You have to..."

"Shi Wei!"

The middle-aged male voice impatiently interrupted her, his tone even more rude:

"Do I need to repeat myself? Yi Chuan is my man now! If you have the spare time to worry about him, you'd better care more about the few 'babies' left under your wing! I reckon in a few days, they'll all have vanished!"

Hearing this, the woman named Shi Wei frowned deeply, clearly stung by his words. Her tone also turned cold:

"Manager Gao, bringing Yi Chuan to this kind of Shengtian to do this kind of thing—is this your so-called way of cultivating top-tier Influencer?"

She paused, seemingly wanting to make one last effort: "If Yi Chuan..."

Before she could finish, a head suddenly squeezed in beside her.

"Uh... let me take a peek..."

Jiang Ye really couldn't suppress his burning curiosity and poked his head in to glance into the room—

The lighting in the private room was ambiguous, and three men were sitting on the sofa.

Besides a young man in his early twenties looking embarrassed, there was a middle-aged man in his forties with slicked-back hair and a smug face, and another man with a cigarette in his mouth.

Each had a sexy Girl snuggled up to them, and they were drinking and playing finger-guessing games. The atmosphere was suggestive, but there were no R-rated scenes like Jiang Ye had expected.

"Tsk, you made it sound so serious and the atmosphere so tense, I thought something big was going on... Just this?"

He pulled his head back in disappointment and waved his hand at Shi Wei beside him: "Sister, you go on, carry on. Sorry for the interruption."

"..."

Shi Wei turned her head and frowned as she looked Jiang Ye up and down, seemingly trying to figure out what kind of character this bystander was—the one who had appeared out of nowhere and was now making snide comments.

"Hehe, what's this, President Shi? Are you feeling insecure coming here alone, so you specifically brought a little boyfriend to act as your bodyguard? Or perhaps..."

Just as she was about to tell Jiang Ye to leave, Manager Gao's sneer and heavy sarcasm drifted out from the room:

"Has our always career-focused President Shi finally become unable to bear the loneliness and ordered herself a male model for amusement?"

Jiang Ye, who was about to lean back against the wall and resume cracking seeds, paused in his tracks.

He squeezed next to Shi Wei again, leaning half his body in, and explained to Manager Gao with a straight face:

"Hey, Old Gao, you've got it wrong! I'm just a passerby, purely here for the show! You guys keep arguing, don't mind me, really!"

"Look at the show?"

Manager Gao curled his lip, clearly not believing there was a "passerby" in this world so bored that they would squat at someone's door to watch drama and even poke their head in to inspect the scene.

He chuckled, crossed his legs, and scanned his gaze back and forth between Shi Wei and Jiang Ye, his tone becoming even more snide:

"Heh... doesn't President Shi always boast about doing things openly and that her subordinates are well-behaved? How come your people are so lacking in discernment now, liking to poke their noses into things? They don't understand the rules at all!"

Jiang Ye rolled his eyes, feeling this old guy was being quite unreasonable. He poked the expressionless Shi Wei next to him:

"Hey, sister! Why don't you explain? Otherwise, if he keeps slandering me like this, I'm going to start cursing, and things will get ugly."

Shi Wei's eyelid flickered, but she continued to look at him silently without speaking.

She was currently in a mess of emotions, feeling both pained by Yi Chuan's fall from grace and disgusted by Manager Gao's shameless face. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with this bizarre passerby.

"Young man, it's understandable to be young and impetuous. But let me give you a piece of advice: don't think your President Shi is as glorious as she was a year ago! You have to follow the right person to do the right thing. Before you speak, you'd better weigh your options..."

Seeing no reaction from outside, Manager Gao in the room felt he had the upper hand and gave a smug chuckle:

"Heh, cursing? President Shi's people certainly have some nerve, don't they? A pity, though—having nerve but no class means you'll never be fit for polite society after all."

"???"

Now Jiang Ye was actually starting to lose his temper.

Who did I offend?

Wasn't I just cracking seeds and watching the show? Why the personal attacks?

Calling me classless?

Fine!

Today, I'll find someone "professionally qualified" to show you what real "lack of class" looks like!

He rolled his eyes grandly, turned decisively, and kicked open the door to his own private room. Taking a deep breath, he roared at Fang Wei, who was currently hugging a "pure-looking Girl" and discussing the meaning of life:

"Fang Wei! Stop freaking chatting! Get out here! Time for a professional exchange of class!"