Chapter 262: Volume 1, Chapter 262: Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (24)

There were still a few hours until the evening banquet; Jiang Zhi lay down and soon fell asleep, and by the time her assistant called her to wake up, outside the car window it had already gone completely dark.

"Jiang Jiang sister, the banquet is about to start." The little assistant surnamed Li had brought several sets of dresses from the brand sponsor, all the latest trendy styles, limited editions, expensive.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her tired eyes; she hadn't slept enough and her spirits weren't great, but it was better than when she first came out of the airport.

She chose a black form-fitting slit long dress; the hem was dotted with silver spots like a galaxy, the top pure black spaghetti straps, revealing her beautiful collarbones and expanses of skin as white and smooth as congealed fat, the slit reaching to the side of her thigh, outlining her long, fair legs with each step.

Her long straight black hair hung over her shoulders, a mole dotted her nose tip, her extremely gorgeous visage hinted at a touch of allure, paired with vintage red lips and those slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes, she exuded a powerful aura, carrying a bewitching beauty that could steal souls.

Wearing high heels, she got out of the nanny van; a crowd of reporters raised their cameras at her face, blinding light falling before her eyes, Jiang Zhi walked straight to the venue without blinking, and several news-platform reporters blocked her path.

"Miss Jiang, there's a recent hot search saying you're together with top-tier star Song Ziheng; is that true?"

Jiang Zhi on 2G network blinked and involuntarily asked: "Who is Song Ziheng?"

The reporter who asked the question also froze; by the time he came to, the woman had already left.

Her follower, assistant Xiao Li, was extremely anxious, came up to her and whispered: "Sis, you really don't know who Song Ziheng is? He's currently the hottest top-tier star, debuting as C-position from a male idol survival show, and he's famous overseas."

Jiang Zhi was hungry; at noon she was so sleepy she couldn't open her eyes and had no appetite, as soon as she got off the plane she lay down in the car to sleep, and having eaten nothing up to now, she replied nonchalantly: "Oh, so what?"

For eight years she was either busy filming or listening to her grandmother at home and doing stage plays; the little free time she had she spent on games, leaving no time to pay attention to online matters.

All she did recently was watch TV or, during New Year's, stay home with her grandmother to watch the Spring Festival gala.

Xiao Li blurted out the crux: "Sis, you just said in front of the reporters that you don't know him; if this interview goes online, his fans will tear you apart."

Song Ziheng's fans are terrifying; they've torn apart several before, and no fanbase can withstand them.

Jiang Zhi saw the snacks on the nearby table, her eyes lit up, and she hurried over.

As she walked she said: "Let them tear, anyway I don't look at Weibo."

Xiao Li thought, that's right; sis never looks at Weibo, the latest post is just an ad from their staff, and there's nothing else worth seeing.

Even so, sis's Weibo followers have reached fifty million, and a single ad post gets over a million likes, showing how high her popularity is.

Just then a figure walked over and blocked her path, with ill intent.

"Jiang sis, you're also here to attend the banquet?"

The woman before her wore a backless gown, gorgeous and charming, though traces of plastic surgery could still be seen on her face, heavy makeup and bold colors, yet she retained some beauty.

The woman was named Tan Dai; she debuted two years before Jiang Zhi, had always been lukewarm, but after starring in a fantasy drama this past year she finally broke into the first-tier ranks, being called one of the three top flower dams.

Tan Dai had always looked down on her, thinking she got where she is solely by her looks; otherwise it wouldn't be so smooth and easy, and she wouldn't have easily landed so many big IP dramas.

Jiang Zhi didn't want to go along with others, but in such occasions she still had to go through the motions: "Yeah."

She asked doubtfully: "You're older than me, so why call me sis?"

Her straightforward, harmless words fell on Tan Dai's ears, extremely grating.

Tan Dai couldn't keep the smile on her face, suppressing her anger she said: "Is that so? Sorry, I forgot."

Jiang Zhi lifted her skirt's hem, no longer lingering, walked past her to the table, picked up a snack and began eating.

Tan Dai glared at her fiercely, then lifted her foot and left.

Assistant Xiao Li said to Jiang Zhi: "Sis, don't be angry; she's just jealous of you."

Jiang Zhi shook her head: "I'm not angry."

What's there to be angry about; dessert is still more important.

Seeing this, Xiao Li hurriedly said: "Sis, eat a little less; you still have to make a toast later."

At such events, not only celebrities come, but also many bigwigs from various business circles; superficially it's a brand banquet, but actually it's where the moguls discuss work and expand their networks.

This time the brand is the domestic luxury accessories company with the biggest name; most CEOs have female companions beside them, and as celebrities they're merely here to put up a front for the banquet.

As an artist of Shi Ran Media Company, Jiang Zhi naturally needs to toast the CEOs she knows, and even a few CEOs might come over to invite her as a female companion.

Tan Dai, who had just been opposing her, is now accompanying a CEO, linking arms and toasting with someone.

Jiang Zhi was ravenous; after eating several snacks she asked: "Um… what's his name again… what does Song … have to do with me?"

She suddenly recalled that reporter's interview, the hot search, the claim of being together.

Xiao Li nervously clutched the bag in his arms and whispered: "Sis, you forgot? Last time you went to film the stage play, after it ended Song Ziheng sent you flowers."

Jiang Zhi finally remembered.

It wasn't Song Ziheng himself who sent them; he had someone else send them on his behalf.

Jiang Zhi wondered in disbelief: "It wasn't even him sending them; why is there a rumor that I'm with him?"

How absurd—how old is Song Ziheng? He just turned eighteen this year; how old is she? She's a full twenty-six; how could such a rumor arise?

Xiao Li said: "Sister Lin (the manager) said it's his company pulling strings behind the scenes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly fell silent; everyone stopped moving and looked toward the doorway.

Jiang Zhi was picking out crackers on the table; after taking a bite, she lifted her eyes and saw a figure appear in the crowd.

That person wore a neat pure-black suit, his build straight and tall, exuding strong pressure.

From afar, the golden chandelier sliced the man's side face into distinct light and shadow; his features were deep and handsome, possessing strong aggressiveness, his brows sharp, ruthless and cold, his slightly short black hair neatly styled to fall over his forehead, his thin dark lips lightly pursed, like a death god he radiated a dangerous, cold aura all over.

He strode with long legs, casually stepping on the marble floor, walked to the lounge sofa, leaned back with legs crossed; just sitting there he could draw countless gazes, as if seated on a throne as emperor.

A few CEOs, unable to contain themselves, walked over, wanting to chat with him.

But they were all stopped by his subordinates nearby; that area became a forbidden zone of the venue, no one daring to approach.