Toward the end of the serialization, the author had probably gotten tired of writing and become a little mentally unstable.
Even the author might not have been able to tell whether the protagonist or the minor supporting character Song Zhusheng was in the right.
"What's wrong?" Song Zhusheng studied his expression and asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Jiang Nan came back to his senses and smiled. "I just thought your name sounded nice."
Song Zhusheng smiled. "Thank you."
The two of them entered the company together.
The rundown residential building held a world of its own inside. Just past the entrance was a tiny reception desk, manned by an old man in an old-man undershirt.
Waving a palm-leaf fan, he narrowed his eyes. "Little Song's here?"
Song Zhusheng nodded, and the old man shifted his gaze to Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan had taken off his mask and cap as soon as he entered the building. His pink hair was a little messy, and the sweat on his forehead had dampened it.
"And you are...?"
Song Zhusheng knew Jiang Nan's temper and guessed he would be too impatient to answer something so trivial. He was just about to speak when a leisurely voice sounded beside him. "I'm Makka Pakka."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
The old man said, "What the hell is that?"
Jiang Nan answered earnestly, "Makka Pakka."
The old man turned an ear toward him. "What Pakka?"
Jiang Nan patiently repeated, "Makka Pakka."
The old man stood up and said at the top of his lungs, "Can't you speak Chinese? None of that foreign stuff."
Jiang Nan was exasperated. "I am speaking Chinese!"
The old man waved a hand. "I don't like listening to that Sima crap."
Jiang Nan said, "...Nice."
He turned to Song Zhusheng. "Let's hurry up and go."
Song Zhusheng held back a laugh. "Okay."
Although the residential building was small, it still had basic facilities like an elevator.
Deep down the third-floor corridor was a small room, simply furnished with a few old school desks.
The acting teacher had yet to arrive. Jiang Nan picked a seat at random, then asked Song Zhusheng for information. "Where's our company's finance department?"
Song Zhusheng was a little surprised. "Didn't you just meet the finance director?"
"When did I? The only people I've seen lately are Sister Xia and you..." Halfway through, Jiang Nan suddenly froze.
He asked slowly, "Sister Xia Zhu is the company's finance director?"
Song Zhusheng nodded earnestly.
While the teacher was still absent, Jiang Nan asked a few more questions and finally figured out the company's situation.
Essentially, Zhu Xia was the company's finance director, boss, and manager.
The company had two artists in total: Song Zhusheng and Jiang Nan himself.
Oh, right. The old man at the reception desk downstairs was Zhu Xia's biological father.
Jiang Nan thought, Incredible.
The mighty Transcendent Company had only four people in total.
Jiang Nan asked, "Who's the acting teacher?"
Song Zhusheng said, "Teacher Feng."
Jiang Nan asked, "Someone from our company?"
Song Zhusheng shook his head. "No."
Jiang Nan understood. "A paid hire."
GG Bond was pretty willing to spend money, then.
"Not that either." Song Zhusheng looked a little troubled. Perhaps he wasn't used to discussing people behind their backs. After hesitating for a long while, he said, "You'll find out later."
Jiang Nan idly played on his phone for a while before someone pushed the door open.
Teacher Feng wore a white shirt and round-framed glasses, carrying an acting textbook in his arms.
He adjusted his glasses, his gentle gaze landing on Jiang Nan through the spotless lenses.
He smiled. "Long time no see."
Jiang Nan said, "Long time no see."
The acting class lasted two hours. Afterward, Zhu Xia came in carrying three cups of milk tea.
Looking at Teacher Feng's flushed cheeks, Jiang Nan suddenly understood.
It dawned on him. Then he took a cup of milk tea from Zhu Xia, thanked her, and lowered his head to read the label.
Sugar-free iced Americano.
So it wasn't milk tea. It was coffee.
Jiang Nan pushed the coffee back. "Sister Xia, you work harder. You should have it."
Zhu Xia folded her arms, seeing right through his little scheme. "I forgot to tell you. From now on, you need to watch your weight. No sweets or greasy food, and cut back on carbs too. Go to the gym more and get in shape. Remember to do your skincare every night before bed."
Jiang Nan covered his ears, refusing to accept this brutal reality.
It was four in the afternoon when he got home.
The villa was quiet. The housekeepers had finished tidying up and gone home early.
The villa's door had a keypad lock. Jiang Nan entered the code and saw a pair of sneakers in the entryway, personally autographed by some basketball star.
This clearly wasn't Fu Jingzhou's style.
Rubbing his chin, Jiang Nan stood in the entryway and pondered for a moment.
Could the big shot be cheating on him?
That would be a good thing.
Just as Jiang Nan was brainstorming, calculating how much money he could get out of this marriage...
Someone suddenly sat up on the couch.
The person looked very young, probably still a student, with hair dyed an incredibly cool, dazzling, eye-catching green.
Wearing a trendy designer T-shirt and a silver chain around his neck, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Jiang Nan walked over without batting an eye. "A random passerby."
That answer stunned Fu Xingli.
He rubbed his messy hair. "What the hell?"
Jiang Nan sneakily opened his phone's voice recorder. "I've already figured out your relationship with Fu Jingzhou."
What the hell? He actually dared to call his older brother by name?
Fu Xingli paused and gave him a careful once-over. "You're that young master from the Jiang Family?"
Jiang Nan nodded with a solemn expression.
Fu Xingli relaxed and curled up on the couch again. "Good, as long as you know what our relationship is."
Jiang Nan snorted coldly. "He even let you come here. Looks like he really dotes on you."
Fu Xingli looked pleased. "Of course. He gave me the door code himself."
Jiang Nan said, "Looks like I'm just a supporting character in your story."
Fu Xingli said as though it were obvious, "What else would you be? How could you possibly come between the two of us?"
Jiang Nan pressed his lips together, took out his phone, and sent Big Shot Fu a message.
[Your little lover came here to throw his weight around in front of me. Don't you owe me an explanation?]
Fu Xingli kept going. "Who knows where you were when I first knew him? Do you know what he likes and what he hates? I know all of it."
Jiang Nan folded his arms, his face taut. "I don't."
Fu Xingli huffed. "So?"
Jiang Nan said, "So I'll divorce him of my own accord and let you two be together."
Fu Xingli's eyes widened.
"What did you say?"
"How did this turn into a divorce?"
"If you don't know, shouldn't you make an effort to learn?"
Jiang Nan froze too. "Huh?"
"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Even the finger Fu Xingli pointed at Jiang Nan was trembling. "How did my brother end up marrying a wife like you, who can't lift a finger or tell one grain from another?"
Jiang Nan looked blank. "You're Fu Jingzhou's...?"
Fu Xingli supplied, "Younger brother."
Jiang Nan's eyes widened. He immediately lowered his head and tried to unsend the message.
Unfortunately, two minutes had already passed. He couldn't unsend it.