Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon's Sweetheart-Chapter 119 - Questioning

Chapter 119 -119 Questioning

“When do you plan to expose her?”

Jiang Wanze: “I’ll wait until ‘Business World’ finishes shooting; we can’t let one person affect the entire show.”

“Alright.”

The young girl quietly sobbed, and Jiang Wanze handed her a tissue, patting her back with a touch of sympathy, “It’s okay, it’s all over.”

“Mmhmm…”

“Would you like to be my personal assistant in the future?”

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“What?” Zhou Lu looked up, as if doubting what she had heard, her eyes wide and trembling as she stared at him, “Mr. Ye, you, you’re not joking, are you?”

“Do you think I look like I’m joking?”

“But… why?”

Zhou Lu was so excited that she was almost incoherent.

Although his reputation had been terrible in the past, with scandals abound and no one wanting to approach him, things were different now. Handsome and talented, his acting was exceptional. Once ‘Business World’ aired, he even began to make a name for himself in the industry. With a bright future and a clear path ahead, why would he choose her, a non-professional who had even betrayed her ‘master’? Was it out of pity?

The young girl’s eyes sparkled with immense gratitude and admiration. Jiang Wanze smiled, “Don’t think so highly of me. I want to use you because you have your value.”

Besides infuriating Cheng Jingshu, she was also very tight-lipped, especially since she had resolved her grandmother’s issues. She would certainly be absolutely loyal to her.

Other celebrities might choose their assistants casually; she couldn’t. After all, she was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a man in a woman’s body.

Other people were easy to deceive, but a personal assistant could easily discover the truth. She needed someone who, even if they knew her real identity, would absolutely keep it secret.

“Mr. Ye, I really can’t thank you enough…”

Zhou Lu’s eyes welled up with tears again, not knowing how else to thank him, she suddenly knelt on the floor.

“What are you doing? Get up quickly!”

Jiang Wanze was taken aback and hurriedly helped her up, “There’s no need for such formality; we have an equal cooperative relationship, there’s no need to burden your thoughts.”

Revolving Restaurant

Cheng Jingshu took the menu from the waiter’s hand, enthusiastically asking Jiang Wanze, “Wanze, what would you like to eat?”

“No need to order, I’m leaving after I say what I need to.”

The man’s cool tone made Cheng Jingshu’s fingers halt, and she slowly closed the menu, looking at him with confusion, “What’s wrong? What’s the rush?”

“The Rotten Sour Plum Award issue, that was your doing, right?”

Cheng Jingshu’s expression stiffened, quickly composed again, “Wanze, what are you talking about? I don’t understand…”

Jiang Wanze remained silent, simply pushing the voice recorder sitting in his hand toward her. Cheng Jingshu skeptically opened it, and upon hearing its contents, her face instantly changed.

The cat was out of the bag. Fei Yongquan, that useless fool, had taken so much of her money yet couldn’t handle this simple task and had even exposed her…

A trace of embarrassment appeared on the woman’s face, and Jiang Wanze looked at her, his normally placid gaze tinged with a hint of imperceptible coldness, “Do you have anything else to say?”

“How did you find out about this?”

“My older brother had someone look into it.”

President Bo?!

Cheng Jingshu’s hand trembled, barely holding onto the voice recorder, the panic in her eyes surfacing again.

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Did President Bo know?

“Why? Why would President Bo have someone look into this?”

She targeted Ye Xian, he was universally condemned, like a rat crossing the street!

Wanze disliked him, so surely his brother did as well.

That’s why before acting, she considered the one-in-ten-thousand chance of getting exposed. But even if she was, what then? It was Ye Xian who won the Rotten Sour Plum Award; no one cared.

But why would President Bo now investigate Fei Yongquan? Why would Wanze come to confront her about this matter?