The Love War of Black and White

Jiang Junyi sat in the living room, flushed with success, his legs crossed, thoroughly enjoying himself.

He was still savoring the feeling from just now.

Just then, Uncle Wu walked in. "Young Master, the cooperation between Su Corporation and our Jiang Family has been confirmed."

Jiang Junyi looked up at Uncle Wu and frowned. "Qingyun is going, right?"

"Yes. Young Madam is currently in charge of the relevant affairs on Su Corporation's side." Uncle Wu bowed slightly.

"When is it?"

"Half a month from now, at Jiangyan Tower."

Jiang Junyi thought for a moment. "It can't be one of those big banquet halls or something, can it?"

Uncle Wu was startled. "Yes. How did Young Master know?"

The corner of Jiang Junyi's mouth twitched. Had none of you people ever watched webnovels or short dramas?

The most classic banquet-hall trope in short dramas—one single setting could pad out ninety episodes!

It had left too deep an impression on him. He had never imagined that in one setting, two sides could just spray insults at each other, then keep bringing in people from backstage.

You humiliate me once, and I turn around and suppress you right back.

First, I let you mouth off for ten episodes, then I make a reversal and show off. That alone could be written for a hundred episodes!

If it was placed here, who knew what kind of trouble might break out?

"I got it. In half a month, I'll take Qingyun there." Jiang Junyi waved a hand. "For now, no aristocratic families know what I look like, right?"

"Aside from the former Wan Family members who have already been dealt with and Su Luo, there are no others. Su Luo has also somewhat forgotten Young Master's appearance," Uncle Wu replied with a bow.

"Then that's fine." The corner of Jiang Junyi's mouth curved up.

If no one recognized him, then there would be fun to watch at the scene. As far as he knew, Su Corporation had risen very quickly, but it also had quite a few hostile wealthy families.

Maybe he could even take this chance to pull off some move that weakened the luck of a Son of Destiny.

A ray of sunlight fell across Jiang Junyi. He narrowed his eyes. "Nice weather."

Today was Saturday. The sunlight was gentle, and staying cooped up at home all the time seemed a little boring.

"Uncle Wu, prepare some things for a picnic."

Uncle Wu froze. Did his Young Master's thoughts really jump that fast?

But he also understood what Jiang Junyi wanted to do, and bowed slightly. "Yes, Young Master. I'll go prepare!"

Jiang Junyi walked toward the study, knocked on the door, and called, "Qingyun, rest a little longer, then we'll go out for a picnic~ I've already had Uncle Wu go prepare!"

After a short while, Wan Qingyun's voice came from inside the room. "All right."

Inside the room, Wan Qingyun was actually a little puzzled. Why had he suddenly thought of a picnic?

She tapped the table. All this time, Junyi had been the one giving so much... Could I also take this chance to do something?

What did he like?

Wan Qingyun thought about Jiang Junyi's preferences, but after turning it over in her mind, she could not come up with anything. The only thing she did think of... made her blush furiously.

If she really went and asked Jiang Junyi, the answer would one hundred percent be herself.

"Mo Jie."

Wan Qingyun called out.

Mo Jie appeared from the shadows and said respectfully, "Lord of Destiny."

"Go arrange the contents of the picnic later. Make it... a little romantic..." After Wan Qingyun gave the instruction, the tips of her ears felt a little hot.

After all, making this kind of request in front of a subordinate was still somewhat strange.

Mo Jie clenched his fist slightly. "Yes!"

Elsewhere.

After Uncle Wu got into the car, he took out his little notebook—

Young Master was taking Young Madam on a picnic. First, top-quality ingredients.

The drunkard's intent was not in the wine. Young Master must be trying to capture Young Madam's heart.

Focus on preparing a romantic atmosphere: white roses, hot-air balloon, a flock of white doves.

Arrange NPCs to create some playful little interactions.

Uncle Wu wrote swiftly in his little notebook, then seemed to think of something—

Young Madam lacks clothing. Presumably, Young Master has also taken this into account. Need to prepare clothes in different sizes. Must make Young Madam look beautiful.

Closing the little notebook, Uncle Wu's expression turned solemn.

This was war!

The luxury car slowly drove away, eventually stopping at the entrance of Baiting Commercial City.

As soon as Uncle Wu got out of the car, he began calling out, "Get me a cameraman, a painting specialist, a top-tier singer, and a handy logistics person."

When the Baiting Force heard Uncle Wu's voice, they set down what they were doing and swarmed toward him all at once.

After a strict round of screening, Uncle Wu picked out three people...

"Why is it you lot again?!" Uncle Wu looked at Number One, Number Two, and Number Three with disdain.

The three of them chuckled.

Number One said, "Uncle Wu, can't be helped. Our skills are just that solid!"

Could you imagine that such a burly man was actually a top-tier singing contestant?

Number Two said, "To tell you the truth, my whole body runs with blood named romance!"

The one who played the pervert was, even more so, a little prince of romance.

Number Three said, "Painting and filming, this elite brother can count as two. I can shoot any style and draw any style."

Who could have thought that Number Three, who had been doing SpongeBob before, had skills like these too?

One could only say that Baiting was full of talent!

Uncle Wu sighed. "Fine, fine. Get lost and go prepare."

After the three of them left in high spirits, Uncle Wu took out his phone. "Hello? Within two hours, rename Breeze Park to Jiang Qing Park, clear the grounds, and the relevant personnel will enter afterward."

The person on the other end answered yes.

This series of operations could only be called extravagant!

For no other reason than that Breeze Park had been built by the Jiang Family.

As Baiting began taking action, there was movement over at the Black Palace as well.

At Star Luo Orphanage, the current Black Palace personnel had all gathered, sitting around the table.

Mo Jie said, "The Lord of Destiny requires us to prepare picnic contents, and make it a little romantic. Does anyone have any ideas?"

Virgo raised her hand. "I can film and paint."

Leo said with a grin, "I can send flowers! All kinds of flowers!"

Feng Liuliu pushed up his glasses. "For the rest of the related logistics, Sister Qiqi and I will handle it. We guarantee it'll be romantic."

At this moment, Liang Qiqi looked at poker-faced Wang Hao with a wicked smile. "I remember Big Brother seems to know how to sing, right? And it sounds super good~"

Everyone turned their eyes to Wang Hao.

Someone who looked like such a blockhead could actually sing?!

Wang Hao swept his gaze over them. "God of Song."

"Tch~"

Mo Jie clapped his hands. "Then it's decided!"

Because of a single sentence from their respective leaders, the two forces began to operate.

Some people who had originally planned to go to Breeze Park for a spring outing were surprised to discover that Breeze Park was actually going to be renamed.

Strangely, every worker was very serious and also very anxious, especially the supervisor, who was shouting until his face flushed and his neck bulged.

The Wan Family.

Jiang Junyi sat on the sofa, bored out of his mind, so he called Wan Xiaoxiao out to tutor her in her homework.

At this moment, Wan Xiaoxiao's face was flushed red with anger, yet she could not flare up.

"No, wait, you don't even know this? I feel like even elementary school students know the transformations of cos and sin." Jiang Junyi sat beside her and said in surprise.

Wan Xiaoxiao gripped her pen tightly, veins bulging on her forehead.

You're so noble! You're so amazing!

Jiang Junyi took Wan Xiaoxiao's pen away and began explaining while shaking his head.

"Got it memorized?" Jiang Junyi tapped Wan Xiaoxiao on the head.

"I know already!" Wan Xiaoxiao snatched the pen back in a huff.

It was clearly tutoring, but it was really infuriating!

"Hurry up and write. I'll take you out to play later." Jiang Junyi smiled.

At this moment, he had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

Nor what kind of emotional damage the things that happened next would cause Wan Xiaoxiao~

Two hours passed.

Jiang Junyi jiggled his crossed leg. No, does preparing some picnic ingredients really take this long? Could it be that Uncle Wu's getting rusty at his work?

Just as he was thinking this, there came a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

Uncle Wu walked into the living room.

"Young Master, everything is ready."

Jiang Junyi nodded. "Then get ready to go."

"Oh! We're going out to play!" Wan Xiaoxiao flung the pen in her hand aside.

Uncle Wu's eyes narrowed. What? Even Second Miss was going? I get it—Second Miss must be going to witness it.

"Young Master, I have prepared clothing for Second Miss and Young Madam to choose from."

A question mark slowly appeared over Jiang Junyi's head.

You're that meticulous?

"Ahem, wait a moment."

Jiang Junyi went into the study and explained, then pushed Wan Qingyun out.

"Where are the clothes, Uncle Wu?"

"Clap, clap!"

Uncle Wu clapped his hands.

Immediately afterward, two rows of clothing in all kinds of styles were slowly wheeled in.

"Wow..." Wan Xiaoxiao's mouth fell open.

Jiang Junyi waved a hand. "Send the clothes to the cloakroom. Toss anything unsuitable to the side, and collect it later."

Wan Qingyun turned toward Jiang Junyi. "You... you're not coming with us, are you?"

Jiang Junyi paused slightly, then smiled wickedly. "What? Is my Qingyun hoping I'll personally help you change?"

"Who! Who wants you to change me! Xiaoxiao, let's go!"

Wan Xiaoxiao pushed Wan Qingyun toward the cloakroom. As she passed by, she made a face. "Bleh."

Jiang Junyi rewarded her with an eye roll.

Another hour passed, during which cries of surprise kept coming from inside the cloakroom.

The sounds made Jiang Junyi feel as though claws were scratching and scratching at his heart. He wanted so badly to see Qingyun changing outfits!!

"Creak!"

That was the sound of the door being pushed open.

Jiang Junyi shot to his feet. With just one glance, he was utterly lost.