After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 231 - 226: I’ve Changed My Mind, I Want Her

Mo Jiu stood tall and upright, the smooth side of his face strikingly handsome, making it hard to believe he was already 35 years old.

He fiddled with the jade ring on his index finger using his thumb, feeling a sudden bout of nervousness. He chided himself internally, this wasn’t Yin Man, just someone who looked similar to Yin Man. If he were to really bring Yin Man back to life, he couldn’t imagine what his feelings would be then.

Lost in his thoughts, Shiyi walked in, "Ninth Young Master, Miss Ji has left."

Mo Jiu’s expression suddenly turned gloomy, "Left?"

He strode towards the stairs to pursue her, but just as he opened the door, he was blocked by Qin Jiangsheng, forcing him to halt in place. The youth had grown significantly taller compared to three years ago, almost matching him in height now.

Mo Jiu raised his deep amber eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, "What are you doing here?"

Qin Jiangsheng’s expression remained unchanged, "Looking for something."

He frowned slightly and sized him up, "Move aside."

Qin Jiangsheng didn’t budge, instead asking, "Where does the Ninth Young Master intend to go?"

At that moment, Shiyi whispered something into Mo Jiu’s ear. Due to this brief delay, Ji Tian had already left Hei City. Mo Jiu’s gaze fixed on Qin Jiangsheng, cold and venomous as if he wanted to tear him apart.

But within seconds, he regained his usual calm demeanor, "What are you looking for? You came without a word, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were here to ruin my plans on purpose."

Qin Jiangsheng’s fingers curled slightly at his side, his voice chilly, "Didn’t you ask me to match her with Bai Tingyu? What are you doing now?"

Mo Jiu wasn’t fooled, Qin Jiangsheng’s sudden appearance in Hei City clearly had a purpose. He chuckled lightly, his eyes warning, "I changed my mind, I want her."

Qin Jiangsheng suddenly felt nauseous. Ji Tian was only seventeen, yet Mo Jiu casually decided her fate with his whims. If she had been born in a regular family and encountered a madman like Mo Jiu, with insanity coursing through his veins, she would probably end up imprisoned by his side forever.

At that moment, even a single sentence made Qin Jiangsheng feel like he had tainted her. For the first time, he couldn’t control the rage boiling inside him, fighting hard to suppress the urge to kill Mo Jiu, then turned and left without a word.

Mo Jiu watched his retreating figure, his face terrifyingly cold.

After a moment of hesitation, Shiyi spoke, "Ninth Young Master... What does Young Master Qin mean by this..."

"Heh, he’s gotten bold, thinks he can fly, harbors thoughts he shouldn’t. He’s being deceitful right under my nose. Ah Jiang, he’s still too naïve," murmured Mo Jiu.

What he wanted, he’d seize, even if it was bloodstained.

"What do you plan to do now? About Young Master Qin, should we..."

Shiyi made a throat-slitting gesture.

Mo Jiu smiled with a twinkle in his eye, "It’s not time yet. I must give him the most special birthday gift to commemorate that fire."

The fire twenty years ago didn’t kill him, so he would let Qin Wantang’s son experience the agony of being scorched by flames. It’s not that he wouldn’t avenge; it’s just not the right time yet.

Ah Jiang, don’t blame him.

...

Ji Tian looked down at her phone. Qin Jiangsheng hadn’t replied to any of her messages. She sighed softly and looked out the window. She had sent all the evidence of Bai Tingyu hiring cyber troops to attack her to Ji Lingyun. There had been no response so far.

She wasn’t sure of her elder brother’s stance. After all, the affairs of wealthy families were deeply intertwined, affecting each other profoundly. Perhaps, if she slowly withdrew and distanced herself from the Bai Family, the fate of the Ji Family might change.

All day, Ji Tian was restless, wanting to call Qin Jiangsheng but afraid of disturbing him. She just stared at her phone, until He Chenxi called her, and she quickly answered, "Hello? Sister Chenxi? What’s wrong?"

"Tiantian, someone is following me, I... Ah! Beep beep beep..." After a scream, the line from He Chenxi turned into a busy signal.

After hanging up, Ji Tian redialed, but no one answered though the phone rang.

The next second, Ji Tian called the police and instructed the driver to head to He Chenxi’s residence.

...

A narrow alley.

After realizing she was being followed, with no shops ahead and few people around, He Chenxi turned into the alley, hoping to find some residents through it.

In her panic, she had just started to call Ji Tian. She hadn’t run very far before her hair was violently grabbed, and her phone fell to the ground and shattered.

The physically imposing man behind her slammed her harshly against the wall, "He Chenxi, you’ve made me suffer terribly. What should you use to compensate?"

Hearing this familiar voice, He Chenxi’s eyes widened in shock, and she struggled to turn her head to look, "Xue... Xue Anyu?"

Xue Anyu sneered. Ever since He Chenxi had taken him to court, causing him to be ruined and to owe tens of millions in damages, his life was destroyed.

Even if he sold himself, he couldn’t make up such an amount. How could he accept it? The brilliant future he had strived for had plummeted from heaven to hell because of He Chenxi!

He didn’t want to live anymore. If he could take someone with him before he died, that wouldn’t be too bad.

He hated He Chenxi to the bone.

Xue Anyu whispered devilishly in her ear, "Are you satisfied now? I’m heavily in debt—owing to companies, causing losses to film producers, brands, and also the one million in emotional distress damages to you. You even took back that house. You’re after my life, do you know that? You’re driving me to death!"

Tears of pain swirled in He Chenxi’s eyes as she clenched her teeth, "If you hadn’t betrayed me first, you wouldn’t have ended up like this."

"Ha ha ha... Betrayal..." Xue Anyu took out a sharp knife from his pocket and pressed it against her throat, "The entertainment industry is so murky. If you want to stay completely clean, the only way is to leave it. Where are such pure emotions? What can you bring me? You can give me nothing. Is it wrong for me to look for a way out?"

"Do I deserve to be played like a fool by you, Xue Anyu? You were the first to fail me."

He Chenxi’s pent-up emotions burst forth. She had wholeheartedly considered Xue Anyu’s feelings. When her career was at its peak, she made their relationship public out of concern for his security, aiming to spend the rest of her life with him.

Yet, her sincerity was trampled upon. Even in the end, this man didn’t think he was in the wrong. He Chenxi began to question herself, believing she must have been blind to fall for him.

She was fortunate not to have married him.

Yet unfortunate to have lost five years of her life.

"Heh," Xue Anyu sneered, "So, come to hell with me. Let’s be a pair of doomed lovers. Isn’t marriage what you wanted with me? Then let’s die together."

A flash of terror crossed He Chenxi’s eyes, and intense pain spread from the flesh of her throat; she let out a sharp scream, "No! Help!"

In an instant, the knife clattered to the ground, and Xue Anyu was kicked three steps away due to a momentary lapse.

"Are you alright?"

Only when she heard the voice full of anxious concern did He Chenxi come back to her senses. Looking at the newcomer, somewhat incredulously with teary eyes, she said, "Qu Rong?"