In the Jing family living room, Jing Zeqian sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, his face clearly expressing "I'm very unhappy," while Jing Yi sat beside him, beaming with an especially bright smile.
Jing Zejun sat to the side, not participating in their war, quietly watching the show unfold.
The so-called "show" was Jing Yi's provocation of Jing Zeqian, stemming from the gifts sent by Lin Ruiqing and her husband.
Jing Zeqian glanced at Jing Yi with a sullen look, saying sarcastically, "First 'Ghost,' then 'Night' - your cars really aren't very cheerful, are they?"
Jing Yi didn't care, smiling even more brightly, "That's what makes them cool!"
Jing Zeqian snorted disdainfully and looked away. He wasn't jealous! Not at all! So what if his parents bought Jing Yi a sports car, and his older brother gave her the world's only one-of-a-kind sports car.
He wasn't jealous!
Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Jing Yi left the area of conflict, satisfied.
"The celebration banquet is in a couple of days, don't forget," Jing Zeqian reminded, almost forgetting the main point in his irritation.
Jing Yi's smile faded a bit, her heart not quite as happy anymore.
Jing Zeqian didn't care whether Jing Yi liked Jiang Miaomiao or not, since they didn't move in the same circles anyway. But what puzzled him was, if she didn't like her, why go to her celebration banquet?
Jing Zeqian was very confused, "You clearly don't want to go, so why insist on tagging along?" Jing Yi gave him a helpless look, "I'm afraid you'll be tricked."
She looked at Jing Zeqian seriously, "Second brother, if I asked you not to go to that celebration banquet..." Jing Zeqian smiled carelessly, "What are you talking about? The schedule's already set. It's just a celebration banquet."
[That's right, it's just a celebration banquet, yet you insist on going.]
Jing Zeqian was silent for a moment, "Why don't you not go?" Jing Yi glared at him, "No way! I'm definitely going!"
[Stupid second brother!]
Jing Zeqian frowned, wondering what nonsense she was spouting. How could he be tricked in his own company?
Jing Yi sighed with an exaggerated air of wisdom, looking like a sage beyond her years, which made Jing Zejun laugh. Jing Zeqian rolled his eyes at her.
"Then come with me when it's time," Jing Zeqian said before heading upstairs. Jing Zejun looked at Jing Yi and asked, "Yi Yi, you seem very concerned about Jiang Miaomiao holding this celebration banquet?"
Her feeling was different from Jing Zeqian's. Jing Zeqian thought it was Jing Yi's hostility towards Jiang Miaomiao, but Jing Zejun felt that Jing Yi was concerned about Jiang Miaomiao's actions, especially those related to Jing Zeqian.
Jing Yi looked upstairs, her eyes complex, "I just feel that Jiang Miaomiao holding this celebration banquet is very strange. I asked second brother about it, and it's just for an ordinary award. Isn't this a case of having ulterior motives?"
Jing Zejun frowned slightly. She also knew about this celebration banquet. The Golden Lotus Award wasn't really a big deal, especially for someone like Jiang Miaomiao.
"Could it be that she just wants to get closer to second brother?"
She had heard from Wen Qingyan that Jiang Miaomiao was good at presenting herself as being close to Jing Zeqian in public, which was indeed the case.
Jing Yi shook her head, "Maybe, but I feel it's nothing good, especially when you look at him." She nodded towards the direction Jing Zeqian had left. "He just listens to whatever she says, like an idiot. How can we not worry?"
Jing Zejun smiled a little. Though she didn't say it out loud, she agreed with Jing Yi's words in her heart.
The entertainment industry was a mixed bag to begin with, and Jiang Miaomiao's character was worth scrutinizing, but second brother seemed to view her through rose-tinted glasses.
Jing Yi snorted coldly, "His rose-tinted glasses are exceptionally thick!"
[This stupid second brother won't believe it unless we catch her red-handed!]
Jing Zejun found it somewhat amusing. They didn't even know if there was really a plot, yet they were already preparing to catch someone in the act?
"So what do you plan to do?" Surely she wasn't planning to just take her along and crash the party single-handedly?
Jing Yi lowered her head in thought for a moment, her finger on her chin, "I haven't figured it out yet..." Jing Zejun was a bit exasperated. Then why put on such a mysterious expression?
Jing Yi shrugged helplessly, "We'll only know what she's up to once we're there. We'll take it step by step."
That was all they could do for now, but how did they suddenly start planning to 'catch someone in the act'? Weren't they just going to attend a celebration banquet?
At Wen Qingyan's apartment
The manager leaned back on the sofa, looking at the person in front of him changing suit after suit with a lifeless expression.
He was already overwhelmed with Wen Qingyan's recent 'big moves,' and now he was forced to act as a wardrobe stylist.
"Great movie star, don't you have a dedicated wardrobe stylist?"
Wen Qingyan was still looking at himself in the mirror, turning left and right with a slight frown, feeling it still wasn't quite right.
"Aren't they off work?"
The manager pointed at himself with a trembling finger, "Don't I get to go off work?"
"You can sleep here anyway, what are you afraid of?"
The manager collapsed back onto the sofa, continuing to look lifeless.
He knew it. Ever since Wen Qingyan's sudden change of words during the livestream hit the trending topics, he hadn't had a good day.
This person had changed too quickly! He expressed his disdain... silently in his heart.
The manager turned his head to look at Wen Qingyan, who was still selecting clothes, "Aren't you afraid of an awkward encounter with Jiang Miaomiao?" After all, it was her event, and he wouldn't have much say there.
"I'm going to attend a banquet, not walking into a trap. Besides, I'm not going for Jiang Miaomiao."
"I know that..." Seeing that Wen Qingyan had walked away, the manager got up and followed, "I know you're going for Jing Zejun." By now, everyone probably knew who Wen Qingyan was going for.
"I'm just a bit worried."
Wen Qingyan gave him a strange look, "What are you worried about? I'm not the main character, nor am I the focus of her invitation. What do you have to worry about?"
Wen Qingyan walked to another side, and the manager quickly followed, "Didn't you also say this celebration banquet was a bit strange?"
"I did say that, but didn't you fail to find anything?"
"I did find something!" Wen Qingyan stopped in his tracks, looking at the manager in surprise, "There really is something fishy?"
The manager deflated a bit, "It's not fishy, it's an acquaintance. He's an entertainment reporter. He said Jiang Miaomiao invited several media outlets."
Wen Qingyan glanced at him, "What's strange about that?"
Celebrities inviting reporters to attend events was a perfectly normal thing.
The manager agreed with this point, but his instinct told him it wasn't that simple. Just the attitude of Jiang Miaomiao's manager was strange enough.
"What's not normal is, it's just a banquet, why require others to keep it confidential?" If he wasn't really friends with that reporter, he probably wouldn't have heard this news.
Confidential?
Wen Qingyan frowned slightly. What exactly was Jiang Miaomiao up to?
