The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 399 - 398. Red Fruit’s Provocation!

Chapter 399: 398. Red Fruit’s Provocation!

Just a small, inconspicuous shareholder, yet always being used indefinitely by this person, truly... a capitalist.

After huffing and puffing for half the day, he reluctantly took out his phone and dialed the number of the Head of the Investment Department.

***

Next door, Jing Yu pressed Tang Shu’s doorbell.

The one who came to answer the door was Yang Tiantian; since it was almost noon, she was in the kitchen dealing with various ingredients.

When she heard the doorbell, this life assistant emerged with a spatula in her hand, smelling of cooking fumes.

"Oh, it’s Mr. Jing, welcome, welcome, please come in!"

Seeing Mr. Jing again, who according to her boss was a friend, Yang Tiantian perked up considerably, her big eyes filled with surprise and... gossip.

"I’m here to see Shushu."

"The boss is in the study on the second floor, please wait, I’ll go and ask her to come down."

"No need,"

Jing Yu’s gaze lingered on the spatula in her hand for a moment, shaking the folder in his hand.

"You go ahead with your work, I can go up by myself."

"Well then, you’re here just in time, Mr. Jing, stay for lunch? I’ve made roasted fish today."

Yang Tiantian asked with a smile, her words polite but genuinely meant.

For Mr. Jing, she held sincere admiration. Nowadays, it was rare to see a man with both looks and physique not to mention his designer clothes.

With her decades of experience as a member of the spectator crowd, she swore that he definitely had feelings for her boss.

She would surely add an extra bowl of rice in the rice cooker later, no, make that two!

Upon hearing this, Jing Yu paused for a moment, his eyes seemingly carrying a hint of amusement that vanished in an instant.

"Thank you for the trouble."

As he slipped into a pair of men’s slippers at the entrance, Jing Yu’s gaze paused momentarily on a pair of men’s sports shoes, before he went upstairs.

Meanwhile, from within the most spacious room of the villa, came sounds of thuds and cries of pain.

"Sister Xiao Chi, can you go a bit easier!"

Xu Qianyun felt like his bones were falling apart. Two consecutive weeks of intense training (torment) had him in a state of existential doubt.

He never imagined a guy like himself could be beaten down by a girl a few years his senior to the point he couldn’t get up!

It was utterly embarrassing.

But sometimes, when embarrassment becomes smooth, it creates a kind of inertia.

Like now, he had completely lost the initial shame of being beaten up.

Su Xiaochi feigned a move followed by a roundhouse kick, sending him to the floor once more, as the boy’s body and the floor made a familiar thumping sound on yet another intimate contact.

"It’s fine, I know exactly how much force I’m using, at most it’s just bruising. My Anti-swelling Medicine is worth its weight in gold, apply it today and you’ll be better by tomorrow morning."

Xu Qianyun: "..."

So, this is the reason you keep hitting me with all your might?! Is this what normal people say? And such an excuse, completely unheard of.

No justice!

Su Xiaochi looked at his reproachful gaze, a mischievous smile on her face, "What are you waiting for? When you can hit me, that’s when you’ll graduate!"

Being able to hit her?

Those words were an outright provocation!

Stung by this defiant remark for the hundred-and-first time, Xu Qianyun furiously picked himself up from the ground and launched another attack.

***

Upstairs, at the corner study.

"Knock, knock—"

"Come in."

With a creak, Jing Yu stepped into the study with his long legs, instantly drawn to the figure reading by the window, captivating his attentions.