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Chapter 417 - 377 Occupational Diseases

Chapter 417: 377 Occupational Diseases

"Mom, when is dinner ready?"

Within an old-fashioned East Sea mansion, a teenager in his early teens shouted, appearing to be around middle school age.

"What’s the rush, go do your homework first."

Meng Jiye rebuked.

"Dad, I’ve finished my homework."

"Finished? That was quick."

"I finished it at school."

The youth, exuding an air of affluence, seemed confident and justified.

In fact, it wasn’t just homework; he seldom even brought a backpack home.

"Better than your sister when she was studying."

Meng Meiling was also there.

The youth, usually domineering outside, offered a shy smile.

He had never really done any homework himself, there were always minions to do it for him.

"Auntie, where’s my sister? I haven’t seen her for so long."

"Your sister will be here soon."

"Auntie, is my sister really working now?"

The teen was somewhat skeptical.

Meng Meiling nodded.

The youth murmured something under his breath, it was unclear what he was saying.

"Alright, go upstairs and play."

Like most successful men, Meng Jiye was neglectful of his son’s development. After sending his son away, he said to Meng Meiling, "Sis, I invited your husband over, you don’t mind, do you?"

Meng Meiling was calm and composed, "That’s your own business."

Meng Jiye seemed relieved.

Today was his wife’s birthday.

There was no extravagant display, only the closest family members were invited.

Of course.

Shi Zhenhua and Meng Meiling had already divorced, legally, Meng Jiye was no longer related to him, but Meng Jiye didn’t want to miss an opportunity to bond with the other party.

As for his brother’s intentions, Meng Meiling saw right through them.

She was always easy-going, her own marital breakup had nothing to do with others, and she didn’t interfere with other people’s actions.

The son prepared the cake.

The wife cooked personally.

Meng Jiye kept his sister company, looking forward with anticipation.

But the outcome disappointed him, or rather, Shi Zhenhua was colder than he had imagined.

"Auntie, happy birthday!"

Hearing a car outside, Zuo Hong, who had already prepared a table full of food with the help of the housekeeper, went out to welcome the guests with her husband, only to find that it was just their niece who got out of the car.

"Qian Qian, where’s your dad?"

"My dad is working overtime at the company, he probably won’t make it, he asked me to give you his regards."

The Miss Shi handed over a gift.

A bracelet.

"No need to bring gifts, being so formal with your auntie!"

To catch the attention of someone like Meng Jiye, aside from a decent family background, Zuo Hong’s looks naturally weren’t bad either. Plus, as a lady who could afford to maintain her beauty, she looked around thirty, certainly not the full thirty-six years old.

"It’s different, it’s a birthday."

Miss Shi was sweet-tongued, "Auntie, you really look younger and younger."

"You flatter, always so sweet with words."

Meng Jiye forced a smile, suppressing the disappointment in his heart, or perhaps dissatisfaction, "Let’s go inside."

"Mom."

Upon entering the house, Shi Qianxi called out.

Seeing her alone, Meng Meiling wasn’t surprised.

After living together for half a lifetime, no one knew Shi Zhenhua’s personality better than she did.

"Call Bei Bei down for dinner."

Meng Bei, who strutted around school and dominated his peers in junior high, acted extremely timid in front of Shi Qianxi, just like a mouse in front of a cat.

Bloodline suppression was no mere saying.

As the only child, he had been fearless at home, a real hell-raiser, but he had often been on the receiving end of his cousin’s tough treatment.

"Bei Bei, you’ve grown taller, come here."

Seeing Shi Qianxi beckoning him with a smiling face filled Meng Bei with an involuntary shudder.

When he was younger, this cousin enjoyed pulling down his pants and flicking his "little bird," casting a deep shadow over his tender psyche, one that he had yet to shake off.

"Go sit next to your sister."

The trouble was, Meng Jiye, his own father, was also unreliable, pushing his son toward her as if to add insult to injury.

The grudges of the older generation were their business. From his perspective, of course he wished his son would be closer to his niece.

Miss Shi, not as carefree as she had been as a young girl, refrained from her earlier antics of pulling down her cousin’s pants to check the growth, "Which grade are you in now?"

"Seventh grade, sister."

Meng Bei sat up straight, probably even more so than when he was in class.

"Got a girlfriend yet?"

Meng Bei felt awkward, nowhere near as bold as when he’d incite his pals to flirt with the teacher’s skirt, weakly saying, "Sis, I’m still young."

"Seventh grade, that’s not young, when I was your age..."

Miss Shi realized her slip and promptly stopped.

But her indiscretions were no secret to the adults around.

"Your sister is just teasing you, you little rascal. Don’t cause trouble at school, see what I’ll do if I find out you’ve been misbehaving," Meng Jiye said, although it was merely talk, as he never truly prioritized his son’s education.

"Auntie, happy birthday."

Shi Qianxi was the first to raise her glass, smiling brightly.

The family dinner was enjoyable, at least on the surface.

Only after his sister and niece had left did Meng Jiye’s face darken.

"What’s the matter?"

Zuo Hong asked.

"It’s too much!"

Meng Jiye clenched his teeth, "He wouldn’t even give us this bit of face. What does he take our Meng Family for!"

"Your brother-in-law is busy, why bother about it."

Zuo Hong offered comfort.

"Busy with what? That’s a pure excuse! He just doesn’t want to come!"

Meng Jiye spoke bitterly, "You saw it yourself, I’ve been humble enough, I even went to invite him in person. Let’s not mention the grudges between the Meng Family and him for now, but you’ve always respected him, right? And he can’t even grant that bit of face."

Zuo Hong sighed and gestured with her eyes for her son to go upstairs first.

"Alright, what’s the point of fussing over this?"

Meng Jiye pursed his lips, his long-suppressed negative emotions churning like an eager volcano on the verge of eruption.

"Do you think if we let Qian Qian take the position of chairman for Jin Hai, she would be ten thousand times better than it is now?"

Zuo Hong was startled at first, then looked at her husband in astonishment.

Meng Jiye’s complaints seemed to come from anger, but his eyes flashed with viciousness.

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"Senior Jiang, don’t move around, sit still."

By the shore of Tangxun Lake.

Luo Li’er scolded with a paintbrush in hand, with a drawing board placed in front of her.

"Isn’t it done yet?"

Jiang Chen, feeling a soreness in his neck, asked.

Luo Li’er continued to paint, "Senior Jiang, you used to be much more patient."

Jiang Chen, who had also modeled for this girl before, smiled wryly.

"It seems I can’t trouble you in the future," Luo Li’er sighed like an old soul while painting.

Indeed.

Times had changed.

When Jiang Chen used to model for her, he was just an ordinary student, but now he had become a person of influence, and even his cousin had become his "employee".

Thinking back, even Luo Li’er found it incredible.

"Luo junior sister, aren’t you afraid I’ll affect you?"

"Affect what?"

"Didn’t you see the posts on the forum?"

Luo Li’er’s voice came from behind her drawing board, which blocked her from view.

"I believe you."

Jiang Chen was taken aback, then smiled.

He didn’t know why she trusted him so much, but her decisive tone was indeed heartwarming.

"Has my cousin gone out of town, senior Jiang?"

"Yes. Your sister might be busy for quite a while."

Pei Yunxi had already set off with Thomas Felton, preparing for the film’s pre-production work.

Not only Pei Yunxi, but Ning Hui had left as well.

As an investor, it was only reasonable to insert a few characters into the film.

Letting Ning Hui join was not Jiang Chen’s idea but a suggestion from Pei Yunxi.

Jiang Chen had no reason to refuse.

This second-tier actress was indeed a blessing in disguise.

"Senior Jiang, did you do something to my cousin?"

Luo Li’er suddenly asked.

"What could I possibly do to your sister?"

Jiang Chen returned the question without showing any emotion.

"Then why is she acting so weird? One moment she tells me not to get too close to you, and the next she won’t even let me mention your name."

To avoid causing worry for her sister, Pei Yunxi naturally did not mention the Yunfu matter.

Jiang Chen also wouldn’t poke at that subject.

"Perhaps it’s an occupational hazard."

"Occupational hazard?"

"For actresses like them, they’re very cautious. Now that I’m her boss, the way she sees me inevitably undergoes some changes."

Jiang Chen spoke as if it were nothing, his face unchanging and his heart steady,

Luo Li’er seemed to find his explanation reasonable, and concluded, "My sister is just too sensitive, senior Jiang. For my sake, please don’t take it to heart."

Jiang Chen almost laughed out loud.

About ten more minutes passed when a ringtone sounded.

Seated on the bench, Jiang Chen glanced at the bag beside him.

Luo Li’er put down her paintbrush, walked over, took out her phone, and then gestured to Jiang Chen to be silent.

After Jiang Chen nodded, indicating he understood, she answered the call.

"Sis."

Jiang Chen remained quiet.

It’s true that young ladies can’t stay put; the girl actually claimed she was in her dormitory, her skill in telling white lies almost amusing to Jiang Chen.

Luo Li’er gave him a secret glare.

"Huh."

After ending the routine call with her cousin, Luo Li’er suddenly seemed to have seen some news. Her phone trembled, and her animated face was filled with surprise.

"Yue Buqun is done for."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

"What happened?"

Luo Li’er, completely forgetting her cousin’s instructions, sat down next to him and reached out her hand.

"He was reported to the education bureau for booking a room with a girl from another school."

The forum of Dong University had been quite lively recently.

The controversy from the last incident had not yet died down, and now someone had revealed another bombshell.

There were photos, videos, and text, making this far more vivid than the previous peeping toms and surveillance footage.

"You know about him?"

Jiang Chen merely glanced.

"Of course. He even harassed me once; he’s so sleazy."

Luo Li’er looked pleased with herself, "He deserves it. People like him should have been expelled from school long ago."

Indeed.

With such a scandal exposed, even having deep connections in the school wouldn’t save his job.

As they chatted, reputations could be destroyed swiftly and completely.

Jiang Chen looked at the shimmering surface of the lake, his mood undisturbed.

At his current level, dealing with scum like Yue Buqun required no effort at all.