The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 196: Why Would a Little Assistant Interrupt?

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Why Would a Little Assistant Interrupt?

Noon.

Jiang Man finished her class and drove to the Shangri-La Hotel.

The Song family gathered together.

By comparison, the JOJO side seemed understaffed with just Jiang Man there.

And since Jiang Man was the adopted granddaughter recognized by Elder Master Song, she only counted as half a member of JOJO’s family.

"How come your parents didn’t come?" Jiang Man naturally took a seat next to JOJO.

JOJO looked radiant, her face full of vigor, "I didn’t dare tell them. If my parents knew I’d had a flash marriage and gotten pregnant, they’d probably announce it to the whole world with a loudspeaker."

"Makes sense." The image of JOJO’s parents immediately sprang to mind for Jiang Man.

Her dad was a portly, honest man; her mom was tall and skinny but a big-mouthed enthusiast. Under his wife’s long-term influence, her dad wasn’t tight-lipped either.

When JOJO had a relationship with a sports star, the paparazzi doggedly tried to break the story.

In the end, the paparazzi failed to find concrete evidence, but it was JOJO’s parents who spilled the beans on Instagram, essentially announcing to the world without hiding anything.

"The Song family treats me really well, don’t worry. Even if my parents don’t come to back me up, it’ll be fine," said JOJO, grinning from ear to ear.

She hadn’t exaggerated a bit.

During the meal, Elder Master Song had a servant specially assigned to her, coming just shy of feeding her.

Song Xiao ate in a carefree manner. Elder Master Song would puff up his beard and glare at him, forbidding him to eat until he took good care of his wife.

Jiang Man witnessed for the first time Song Xiao acting ’a prodigal who won’t change for gold,’ actually caring for JOJO by pouring her tea and water.

"Grandpa, don’t get excited. I’m listening to you."

No sooner had he spoken than Elder Master Song clutched his head in feigned distress, "The doctor said I can’t have too many emotional fluctuations, or I risk another stroke."

"Yes, yes, we mustn’t get agitated," Song Xiao kept agreeing with the old man, almost heeding every word.

Jiang Man couldn’t help but laugh inwardly, her gaze drifting toward the old man.

This stroke act was brilliant, completely reining in the unruly prodigal son!

"Xingzhou, I hear you’re the main sponsor of V Night this time? How about getting me a seat in the front row inside? I want to be with JOJO."

Song Xiao squinted his eyes and smiled.

It was the first time Lu Xingzhou saw him so doting on a woman, treating her many times better than he ever treated He Xiuyan.

"Piece of cake. I’ll arrange you right next to JOJO."

"No!" As soon as JOJO heard this, she started frantically waving her hands, "We’re secretly married; we can’t have any scandals. Please arrange for beauties next to me, pretty please."

JOJO’s Chinese had improved leaps and bounds, much more accurate in pronunciation.

Lu Xingzhou glanced at Jiang Man, "Then let’s arrange for you to sit with Manman and her cousin."

"Yes, yes, that’s the best!"

...

Time flies, and soon it was the day of the V Night.

The red carpet session outside started at two in the afternoon.

And this was also the most important part of the day.

The female celebrities competed for attention, all with the same goal—to stand out as much as possible in that one short minute on the red carpet.

The parking lot was already filled with various luxury business vehicles and sedans.

The red carpet had a strict schedule, dictated by the organizers’ lineup.

Even if a celebrity arrived early, if it wasn’t their turn, they had to wait.

The parking lot was bustling at the moment. The weather was neither cold nor hot, and many celebrities, finding the wait boring, got out of their cars to chat with each other.

JOJO naturally was the center of attention. Many female stars, learning which business car was hers, ran over for autographs and photos, no different from ordinary people starstruck.

"JO Goddess, your gown is absolutely beautiful! True to your title as the Sexy Queen, you carry it so well!"

JOJO’s evening dress was sponsored by the fashion brand CELINE, and the designer was Antonio, one of the most experienced and famous in the industry.

Antonio is JOJO’s exclusive designer, and all the outfits he designs for her are very avant-garde and bold.

Silver wig, semi-transparent sequined hip-wrap skirt, paired with a pair of over-the-knee white patent leather boots, heavily made-up with a Western style, her entire person so pale she glowed.

The first impression everyone had when they saw her—blinded.

Upon closer inspection, the skirt was actually see-through!

Her enviable figure was concealed with a fabric that might as well not have been there, giving the impression of a pipa player half-hiding her face.

"Is this all diamonds?" someone asked longingly, staring at the large area of sparkling diamonds on the front of her dress.

"They’re all real diamonds," JOJO said indifferently.

Antonio always designed clothes for her in this style, and she was long accustomed to it.

"Your outfit’s not bad either, it’s a haute couture from Chanel, right?"

JOJO spoke disinterestedly, giving a cursory glance at the female celebrity in front of her.

The female celebrity smiled and nodded, "Beyoncé has worn this set before."

What she meant was that she was very prestigious, able to enjoy the same treatment as international superstars.

"What’s so great about that? Gong Huang’s outfit is way more impressive. The one she’s wearing is designed by Mo An, one for herself and one for the Duchess of Cambridge," someone countered.

The Chanel-clad female celebrity sneered in response to the put-down, "Mo An is all about hunger marketing, making only three pieces of every design, keeping one for himself. Regardless whether his designs are truly good or not, the rarity alone is enough for his marketing to make a fortune."

"You can’t say that, each designer has their own marketing angle," another voice remarked.

"I think designers like Yi Sha and Du De are pretty good, their designs are solid without resorting to those gimmicky hunger marketing tactics."

Jiang Man and Wen Rui shared a car that was parked right next to JOJO’s business car.

While the female celebrities were gossiping around JOJO, Jiang Man opened the car door and sat beside it, cracking sunflower seeds and listening in.

She didn’t let Wen Rui get out, intending to maintain a level of mystery for him until he could make a sensational entrance on the red carpet.

"By the sound of it, you don’t think much of Mo An?" Jiang Man casually tossed sunflower seed shells into the garbage bag inside the car.

While engaging in a heated discussion, the Chanel-wearing female celebrity turned at the sound and her eyes flicked over to Jiang Man.

Noticing she wasn’t dressed in a gown and looked very casual.

Wide-leg blue jeans, a loose white hoodie, topped off with a baseball cap.

Even though her clothes and hat featured the LV logo, the female celebrity didn’t give her a second glance.

"Which agency’s assistant are you? Who talks like that? When we celebrities are talking, when is it your turn to butt in?"

"Assistant? Oh?" JOJO glanced at her companion but didn’t get angry or rush to her comrade’s defense.

She just wanted to see her sister play the role of an underdog and then shock everyone, watching the conceited female celebrity drop her jaw in astonishment.

Not only did she not help, she even maliciously ’assisted’ the female celebrity.

"Exactly, what right does a mere assistant have to speak?"

Jiang Man raised an eyebrow and gave JOJO a sidelong glance.

JOJO shrugged at her with a mischievous smile.

Well, the female celebrity was at it again.

She sure had a playful streak.

About to be a mother and still so fond of playing pranks.

Jiang Man chuckled, her voice low and cool, "Is being Wen Rui’s assistant not acceptable?"

The words ’not acceptable’ were delivered with a dismissive, cool demeanor.

Hearing the unfamiliar name ’Wen Rui’, the Chanel-wearing female celebrity’s voice suddenly rose, filled with mockery, "Wen Rui? Who’s that? How funny, has the red carpet become so low? Allowing any Tom, Dick, or Harry to trample over it? What’s even funnier is that these nobodies are ignorant and bark nonsense."

"What’s your name?" Jiang Man didn’t argue, her tone smooth yet tinged with untouchable authority.

The female celebrity faltered, intimidated by her attitude.

However, she quickly became haughty again, "My name is something a nobody assistant like you deserves to know?"

"No matter, I’ll find out," Jiang Man sneered, her eyes narrowing. Her smile did not reach her eyes, filled with sheer slyness.