Chapter 66: Call Her Huan Jie!

Don't let me run into this guy—I'll beat the shit out of him!

Zhang Xian was seething; there was a saying—don't hurt someone if you don't love them.

If you don't want to be together, just break up. You hooked up with her best friend, stole her job—this is pure scum.

It's my own fault for being blind!

Zhang Shengnan wiped her nose with a tissue, then quickly regained her composure—she was never a fragile person.

Did the news say you and Chu Yourong broke up too?

She was genuinely surprised her brother had dated a top-tier celebrity like Chu Yourong, but during the peak of Chu Yourong's relationship rumors, Zhang Shengnan had been shooting a drama in the mountains and hadn't had time to ask about it.

It was just a transaction, mutual benefit, nothing worth talking about.

Zhang Xian gave a vague reply—the contract he signed with Chu Yourong had a confidentiality clause, and even though the relationship ended, the clause still held.

Otherwise, if he exposed their agreement, Chu Yourong would "collapse," and her original company might sue her for even more compensation.

So even though Zhang Shengnan was unlikely to spread the story, Zhang Xian still didn't tell the truth—he just brushed it off vaguely.

But to Zhang Shengnan's ears, this sounded like a PY relationship—such things were too common in the entertainment industry; they were all young people with physical needs.

Especially since Zhang Shengnan had spent so long on sets, she'd seen too many so-called "set couples."

On set they were sweet and paired up; once the drama ended, their relationship usually ended too.

Zhang Shengnan herself found this phenomenon somewhat contemptible—too casual—but after seeing it so often, she no longer found it strange.

She just never expected her own brother would get involved in something like this with a superstar like Chu Yourong.

Whatever, he's a boy—he won't get the short end.

On the other side.

A high-end residential area.

Zhang Dongshan woke up on the living room sofa, rubbed his forehead—the hangover was awful, his head spun.

"Boss Zhang, you're awake."

Chen Huan appeared in Zhang Dongshan's line of sight, holding a cup of warm water, placing it on the coffee table.

"Getting old, can't stay up late—what time is it?"

Zhang Dongshan sat up on the sofa, rubbing his head as he asked.

"Eleven."

Chen Huan had woken up an hour earlier and had already gotten herself ready.

Last night—or rather, early this morning, after arriving at the club, the two of them had chatted happily with Kong Sanmin and drank a lot.

Chen Huan's home was close to Zi Ye Hui Suo; after leaving, she brought the drunk Zhang Dongshan back to her place.

We're scheduled to sign the contract in the afternoon!

We almost slept through it.

Zhang Dongshan rummaged through the sofa cushions for his phone and found it dead, shut off automatically.

"There's still time—I'll take you home first to change clothes, then pick up Xiaoxian. He's the creator of 'The Common Man's Song'—the contract should be signed by him personally."

"Mm, okay."

Zhang Dongshan stood up, glanced around the room—Chen Huan's home had a modern minimalist style, about 140 to 150 square meters, and besides her, there was a Ragdoll cat.

In this neighborhood, this apartment had to be worth over ten million—only a top agent could really make money.

Zhang Dongshan looked again at Chen Huan, fully dressed, and suddenly felt regret—why had he gotten so drunk last night? If he hadn't, the opportunity would've been right there.

Leaving Chen Huan's home, the two first went to Zi Ye Hui Suo's parking lot to retrieve their car, then drove to Dongliutiao Hutong.

When they walked into the Zhang Family courtyard, they ran straight into Zhang Xian leading his two sisters out for a meal.

"Shengnan, you're back!"

Seeing his second daughter after so long, Zhang Dongshan was both surprised and delighted.

He did favor sons—that's why he'd insisted on having a boy—but he treated all five daughters well, especially worrying about his second daughter, who was out on her own.

Zhang Dongshan had previously urged Zhang Shengnan to return to Beijing to build her career, but she was stubborn, saying she'd come back only after carving out her own future.

"Dad!"

Seeing her father, Zhang Shengnan was happy too, walking over to hug him.

"Shengnan, this is Huan Jie."

Though Chen Huan looked only thirty-five or thirty-six, and everyone in the industry called her Huan Jie, Zhang Dongshan felt the generational distinction had to be clear.

If his daughter called her Huan Jie, and he ended up with Chen Huan, the family hierarchy would get messed up.

"Dad, Huan Jie's so young—how can you call her 'aunt'?"

Zhang Shengnan had no idea what her father was thinking; she smiled and nodded at Chen Huan: "Huan Jie, hello."

Though only an eighteen-line actress, Zhang Shengnan had been in the entertainment industry for years and knew exactly who Chen Huan was—when she'd heard from the family group chat that Chen Huan had joined their company, she hadn't believed it; how could a famous agent join such a tiny new firm?

Now that she saw the woman in person, she had no choice but to believe it.

"Big sister, Dad's got the hots for Huan Jie—just call her 'aunt' if he wants you to."

After greeting them, Zhang Dongshan went inside to change clothes; Zhang Xian leaned close to Zhang Shengnan's ear and whispered.

"Huh?"

"Really?"

Zhang Shengnan was stunned, instinctively glancing at Chen Huan, who was taking a call nearby.

"Of course it's true."

Zhang Xian lowered his voice further: "Dad didn't come home last night—he must've been with Huan Jie. Maybe they're already together!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Shengnan was stunned again: "So… I've got a superstar agent stepmom?"

"Very likely!"

Zhang Xian nodded heavily; he had a good impression of Chen Huan, who far surpassed Wang Shulan, and besides, she could help his father with his career.

"I haven't been home in over half a year—never expected things here to have changed so much..."

Zhang Shengnan rubbed her forehead, realizing she needed time to process all this information.

At that moment, Chen Huan walked over with a smile after finishing her call: "Xiaoxian, I've got some news for you—your song 'Song of the Ordinary' caught Director Kong's attention. He wants to use it as the theme song for his new drama. Your dad and I were drinking with him last night discussing the collaboration—we're going to sign the contract soon."

"Director Kong?"

"Which Director Kong?"

Zhang Xian wasn't familiar with the film and television industry, but just now, when his second sister described her ordeal, she'd mentioned a Kong director—said he was a big-name director.

"Kong Sanmin!"

"In the film and television industry, there's only one Kong director of that stature."

For someone like Chen Huan, a person inside the industry, saying "Director Kong" meant Kong Sanmin—no explanation needed.

"Second sister, is it him?"

Zhang Xian turned to look at Zhang Shengnan.

"Mm-hmm, it's him."

Zhang Shengnan nodded vigorously.

"That's perfect—what a coincidence!"

Zhang Xian's face lit up with a smile; just moments ago, after hearing his second sister's story, he'd been thinking he'd have to properly settle accounts with Tian Zhenyu, that bastard.

But he was far away in Heng Dian, and a player in the film industry—Zhang Xian had no resources at all. And now, this Director Kong had come knocking on his door.

The chance to get revenge for his second sister had arrived!