Chapter 2: 2. Chapter 2: Loving one is hard to hide; loving two, you must hide it

Chapter 2: You Can’t Hide Love for One, But You Must Hide It for Two

Shen Lan reached out to take her phone. "Stop the livestream. If they want to see my physique, they can see it in my new drama later!"

Jiang Nanxi turned away to avoid him, then shoved Shen Lan aside and walked straight into his bedroom.

"Nanxi!"

Shen Lan hurried over to block her, not wanting her to discover what was happening in the bedroom.

He hadn't planned on breaking up with Jiang Nanxi at this moment because she was currently helping him secure a role from a famous director, and it was almost a success. He wanted to wait until he had the role in hand before kicking Jiang Nanxi to the curb.

Jiang Nanxi glanced at the bedroom. She didn't see Song Wanwan, but the bed was a mess.

Jiang Nanxi sensed someone in the closet. She looked at Shen Lan with an amused expression. "Why does the bedroom smell so strange? Shen Lan, you haven't been hiding someone behind my back, have you?"

"How could that be! We grew up together; after all these years of feelings, I only love you!"

"Only love me? Darling, I'm so touched that you dare to admit that in front of the camera."

Shen Lan gave an awkward laugh.

He was feeling guilty at that moment and had completely forgotten that Jiang Nanxi was livestreaming, so he had just blurted it out.

Shen Lan decided to look at her affectionately. "Nanxi, my love for you is impossible to hide; I wouldn't go looking for anyone else. Don't let your imagination run wild. My bedroom is a bit messy, I can clean it up myself. Why don't you go to the living room and rest for a while?"

"Okay."

Jiang Nanxi agreed, but just as Shen Lan walked toward the door, she caught him off guard, spun around, and rushed straight to the closet.

Before Shen Lan could react, Jiang Nanxi pulled open the closet door and pointed her phone camera at the panicked woman inside.

"Shen Lan, it’s fine if you can't hide your love for one person, but you really should have hidden it for two."

"Ah!"

A scream came from the closet.

Song Wanwan hadn't even had time to put her clothes on, and Shen Lan had insisted she hide in the closet. Now, her naked state had been broadcasted to the world by Jiang Nanxi.

[Holy crap, it really is Song Wanwan. She doesn't have a single piece of clothing on; she clearly just did it with Shen Lan!]

[Jiang Nanxi said online before that she was a mistress, but Song Wanwan responded saying she wasn't close to Shen Lan and that they were just ordinary collaborators.]

[I'm devastated! What is Wanwan thinking? Her family is so rich, her career is so successful, why go and be someone else's mistress!]

Seeing her livestream suddenly explode in popularity, hitting the top of the trending list, Jiang Nanxi turned it off.

Song Wanwan hugged her body, trembling with rage. "What were you filming with your phone just now!"

"I wasn't filming anything, just letting the netizens see how Shen Lan works out. How was I supposed to know his gym equipment was you?"

"You...!"

Jiang Nanxi looked at Song Wanwan with composure. "I've accepted the five million. As you wished, I'm breaking up with Shen Lan. He's yours."

After dropping that line, she turned and left.

"Jiang Nanxi, you stop right there! How dare you livestream something like this? Do you have any idea how much this will affect my and Wanwan's careers!" Shen Lan shouted.

He had been holding onto a glimmer of hope, thinking Jiang Nanxi wouldn't find Song Wanwan, and that at most, he would just have to admit to the public that he had a girlfriend named Jiang Nanxi.

He hadn't expected things to turn out like this.

He couldn't help but roar, "We've been together for so many years, I only made this mistake once! I just committed a mistake that all men make, why are you doing this to me! Are you trying to ruin me! What am I supposed to do now!"

Jiang Nanxi comforted him with a deadpan expression, "You could always commit suicide. Once you're dead, the netizens will say I drove you to it, and you can turn the situation around and have them curse me instead. Doesn't that sound like a good deal?"

"Jiang Nanxi!"

Shen Lan looked at her in disbelief, never expecting that Jiang Nanxi, who had always been so caring and thoughtful toward him, would say such things.

If it were before, whenever he threw a tantrum like this, Jiang Nanxi would coax him and carefully admit that she was the one in the wrong.

Jiang Nanxi walked away without looking back.

Shen Lan stood there in a daze, watching her leave, feeling like something was wrong.

Song Wanwan came over after getting dressed, furious. "I told you to break up with her a long time ago, why didn't you? Now that things have blown up like this, are you happy?

Shen Lan, let me tell you, you are mine, and no one can take you! Jiang Nanxi dared to do this to me; I will make sure she never has a future in the entertainment industry!"

Thinking that today's events would likely hit the trending searches and that both he and Song Wanwan would be torn to shreds by the public, Shen Lan couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment.

"Then go ahead and blacklist her. I don't want to see her again either."

***

Jiang Nanxi left Shen Lan's place, took a taxi back to her rental apartment to rest, and used the money Song Wanwan gave her to order a luxurious takeout meal.

But after finishing her meal, she received the heartbreaking news that the currently popular farming and wellness reality show, *Retreat to Peach Blossom Spring*, was replacing her.

This was a permanent guest spot on a hit variety show that she had finally managed to secure after years of struggling in the entertainment industry.

She had worked behind the scenes, hosted, and appeared as a guest on other shows before, but they were all bottom-of-the-barrel productions.

Jiang Nanxi thought about it and decided to call the director to ask, but no one answered.

She called the producer.

No answer there either.

Finally, she called a staff member she was on good terms with, only to find out that the investors had ordered her replacement.

"Which investor?"

"Time Entertainment."

Jiang Nanxi frowned.

Time Entertainment was one of the three giants in the industry and was under the name of the Song family, the number one wealthy family in the Imperial Capital.

Needless to say, it was definitely Song Wanwan taking revenge.

Jiang Nanxi hung up the phone and didn't bother contacting the production team again; it was useless.

"Forget it, let me cast a divination first."

Jiang Nanxi pulled a pair of Yin-Yang fish out of her pocket.

In her past life, after she died, her resentment was so heavy that she became a vengeful spirit and couldn't be reincarnated. She crawled through hell for thousands of years before finally receiving guidance from an old Taoist priest and embarking on the path of cultivation.

The old priest had specifically sent her back to be reborn, saying that her luck had been stolen, which made her path of cultivation difficult. If she didn't get her luck back, she would never be able to ascend and would be plagued by misfortune in everything she did.

This divination was to see who had stolen her luck.

After a while, Jiang Nanxi opened her eyes, her expression complex. "Time Entertainment again. Which bastard in that company is stealing my luck?"

The next day, Jiang Nanxi went straight to Time Entertainment, intending to see for herself who was stealing her luck.

She held a compass in her hand, engraved with complex formations; as soon as the target appeared, the compass would point toward them.

As soon as she reached the entrance of Time Entertainment, the needle on the compass moved, pointing in one direction.

Jiang Nanxi turned her head and saw the young lady Song Wanwan, followed by a group of assistants.

Wait, why is it her again?

After being reborn, finding out Song Wanwan stole her man, Jiang Nanxi really didn't care, but she absolutely could not tolerate her stealing her luck!

The old priest said that in this life, she was supposed to live a life of ease, reaping without sowing, enjoying the fruits of others' labor, and receiving rewards without effort—she could have easily kept eight male models as her playthings!

But because her luck was gone, not only was all that gone, but her path of cultivation after death had been exceptionally bumpy—a small misfortune every day, a big one every three days!

"Fine, fine, fine. I was wondering why I've been so unlucky for these past few thousand years. Turns out someone has been enjoying the blessings meant for me! This damn world, I'm so sick of it!"

(End of chapter)