After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Emphasizing Utter Ruthlessness

“Let’s eat first, don’t worry about them.”

The food was prepared by the housekeeper, and Weinan was also at home.

Hearing Qilin’s movement, he slowly emerged from his room.

Qilin served Tian her favorite chicken, and she raised a sweet smile, “Thank you, Second Brother.”

Weinan watched their interaction with jealousy simmering in his heart.

He suddenly realized that Tian had never been close to him and the harsh words he had spoken last time had brought their relationship to a freezing point.

Qilin turned to look at Weinan, standing in the hall deep in thought, and said, “Since you’re down here, come eat.”

The food on the table was delicious in appearance, smell, and taste, but Weinan had no appetite and responded listlessly, “Oh.”

Tian pretended not to see him and served more food to Qilin, “Eat more, Second Brother, the abalone is delicious.”

“Thank you, Tian,” Qilin said, his eyes full of adoration.

Weinan shuttled his gaze between the two, furiously shoving rice into his mouth, thinking Tian was trying to infuriate him!

He recalled the time on the show when Tian had spent all her money to treat his illness and felt a pang of guilt—wondering if he had really been wrong.

But he truly liked Zhuyi.

This feeling became overwhelming when she got closer to Tingyu, leaving him desperate to have Zhuyi all to himself.

However, seeing Tian again, his thoughts cooled down.

He felt his mind was being torn apart.

On one hand, he felt sorry for Tian; on the other, he believed he was not in the wrong.

He regretted speaking so harshly that day, wondering why he had adopted such a wrongful notion of blaming everything on Tian.

But as a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old teenager, he was too proud to apologize and could only tough it out.

Eventually, he stormed out, overwhelmed by the warm atmosphere between the siblings, “I’m full, you two continue eating.”

He pushed his chair back loudly as if making sure everyone noticed his anger, Qilin barely concealed a smile, whispering, “Your third brother is angry.”

Tian snorted, “Let him be angry!”

After finishing their meal, Tian walked in the courtyard to aid digestion while Qilin returned to his room to work.

With a swing set in the yard and the sky now dark, Tian checked the time, felt it was reasonable, and went inside, where she ran into Weinan holding his homework.

His face looked somewhat uneasy, but he still approached Tian, “Little sister… I, I don’t understand this question, can you teach me?”

It was an English question—did he know she always scored perfectly in English?

She couldn’t even bother to look at him, “I don’t know, go ask Zhuyi to teach you.”

As Tian walked past him, Weinan turned and followed, “Tian, I know I was too harsh that day, I, I apologize, okay?”

“No, you’re not wrong; it’s all my fault, completely, wildly my fault. I might as well be throwing my kindness to a dog.”

Weinan: “…”

“Can’t you stop being so spiteful? I was just blinded by anger; after all, you’re still my blood sister.”

“I wouldn’t dare to be your sister; I’m afraid you might kill me!”

Tian sarcastically shot back, clearly disowning any kinship.

Agitated to the point of heartache by her, how could Weinan even think of harming his own sister? Tian was spouting nonsense and wearing his patience thin.

As she moved to ascend the stairs, he dashed forward in a burst, reaching out to grab her shoulder, “Wait! Let’s settle this before you go!”

Ji Tian’s eyes narrowed sharply, and she turned aside to dodge his hand, gripping his arm swiftly and fiercely to throw him over her shoulder.

Ji Weinan was thrown until he was dizzy, his back aching terribly. In his eyes was disbelief—him, nearly six feet tall, thrown over the shoulder by Ji Tian?

The person involved clapped her hands and gave him a warning look, “If you have business, go find Shen Zhiyi; if you don’t, still please go find Shen Zhiyi. Luckily, my anti-dog technique is quite good, or you would have imposed on me.”

Ji Weinan: “…”

Ji Tian turned gracefully and walked away. Once her figure had disappeared, Ji Weinan lay helplessly on the ground, staring at the orange-yellow glazed lamp overhead, and heaved a deep sigh.

Inside the room.

Fearing that Ji Weinan, that scoundrel, might come back, Ji Tian locked the door again.

Then she sat on the bed and scrolled through questions on the learning platform. After solving three hundred questions that evening, she had successfully made it into the top 40,000 ranks. As she moved further, the questions became even harder, and the jumps in ranking points were larger. After almost getting a thousand questions right, she would make it into the top two hundred.

The points changed every day. Aside from the first-place rank held by “Milk Big Boss” who hadn’t moved, Ji Tian took on another three hundred questions, but her pace gradually slowed.

She rubbed her eyes and opened her phone, only to see many messages from He Chenxi, mostly collected evidence.

The rumors had worsened because she’d leaked the video of Liu Huixing with Xue Anyu, and Yingdu Company demanded six million-in contract violation fees to terminate the contract immediately.

He Chenxi insisted it wasn’t her who leaked it but rather that her phone had accidentally fallen and been inadvertently revealed by the Eldest Miss Ji; there was a specific debtor for this specific debt, and He Chenxi had directed the company to seek reparations from the Ji Family. Moreover, if it weren’t for Liu Huixing shooting herself in the foot by wanting to expose herself, none of this would have happened.

Even if they had ten thousand guts, they wouldn’t dare to trouble the Ji Family.

Plus, He Chenxi wasn’t wrong, Liu Huixing was indeed foolish, flinging that kind of evidence just to spite her enemies.

The day after the program, He Chenxi issued a statement—she wasn’t bullying anyone and declared that she would not only sue the company but also sue Xue Anyu for fraud, sharing chats between her and Xue Anyu, along with the paperwork for a house, though the beneficiary was Xue Anyu.

The moment this Weibo post went live, it was instantly screenshotted and shared; Yingdu Company couldn’t control it anymore.

They also issued a statement to shelve He Chenxi and sue her for breaching the contract.

Now, the situation boiled down to who could win this lawsuit.

Uncertain, she came to seek advice from Ji Tian.

Ji Tian actually wanted to directly attend the court to argue for He Chenxi, but she didn’t have a lawyer’s license; hence, they agreed to meet at a café the day after tomorrow and asked her to bring a lawyer.

Ji Tian revisited her medical books for a while, pondering over who could have been the one trying to push her down the slope on that rainy night. Unable to discern due to the raincoat, she opened WeChat and clicked on Qin Jiangsheng’s profile, asking, “You there?”

About three minutes later, he replied, “Just got out of the shower. What’s up?”

The shower, huh?

Ji Tian tossed the medical book aside, thought for a moment, and then initiated a video call. She had no other intentions; she just wanted to see what a guy’s room looked like.

A few seconds later, the call connected, and Qin Jiangsheng appeared, already in his pajamas, a bit of his chest exposed, his hair still slightly wet and brushed back. His thin lips parted slightly, “What’s up?”

Ji Tian quickly shifted her gaze away from his loose pajamas, as virtuous as a gentleman, “Oh, I wanted to ask, who was the person that tried to push me down the hill that day?”

Without a second thought, Qin Jiangsheng directly said, “Bai Tingyu.”

“Ah? That direct, you saw that person’s face?”

Qin Jiangsheng, his face expressionless, nodded.

Whether he had seen it or not, it had to be Bai Tingyu; he wasn’t about to set him up.

Still planning to engage with Ji Tian? He wouldn’t deepen Ji Tian’s grudge against the Bais unless he wrote his surname Qin backwards.

So were Shen Zhiyi and Bai Tingyu already conspiring?

Damn, true to being the male and female leads, both rottingly devious!

“Anything else?”

Ji Tian was at a loss for words. Could she really say she wanted to watch him shower?

Under Qin Jiangsheng’s increasingly perplexed gaze, she had a sudden idea: “I wanted to see the teddy bear T-shirt I sent you last time!”