In the Village Committee courtyard, the director was squatting on the steps eating bread. Before she could swallow a mouthful, she caught sight of Jiang Yanchu striding out of the corridor and nearly choked to death.
She could hardly call this uninvited guest welcome, but she could not afford to offend the Jiang Corporation, the show's biggest sponsor, so she could only force a professional smile.
"Second Young Master Jiang, the village roads aren't fully open yet. Perhaps you could-"
"I'm not leaving," Jiang Yanchu said coldly.
The director's smile froze.
"The production team has rules. Family members aren't allowed to visit during filming." She made one last attempt to resist. "You're putting us in a difficult position by staying here..."
"You made the rules. I can choose not to follow them." Jiang Yanchu took a half-soaked business card from his trench coat pocket and handed it over. "Do you need me to have my lawyer speak to you?"
The director: "..."
Jiang Yanchu did exactly what he said.
He drove one of the production team's cars into town and bought up every supply he could find.
Milk, bread, fruit, self-heating hot pot, compressed biscuits, vitamin tablets, fever medicine, adhesive bandages, mosquito repellent, power banks, a small electric blanket, and a portable mini fan.
The trunk was so full that the lid would not close. He lashed it down with a coil of rope, and when he drove back to Shiban Village, a trail of yellow dust streamed behind the car.
When he carried the supplies into Shen Wangjing's courtyard, Jiang Xun was sitting beneath the jujube tree, munching on green jujubes.
"What's all this?" Jiang Xun raised one eyebrow at the mountain of plastic bags on the ground.
"Supplies." Jiang Yanchu unloaded the last case of milk from