Chapter 260: Chapter 260: After Kicking Away the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddhist Son Dotes on His Wife 60 Chapter 260: Chapter 260: After Kicking Away the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddhist Son Dotes on His Wife 60 Su Zhiruan categorized these people into two types from the original plot and the protagonist’s memory: a part of the minor artists developed quite well, and she had taken some effort to recruit them to the Su Group; others were the kind who skyrocketed to fame overnight but immediately after had their indecent private lives exposed, plummeting into the abyss within a single night.

The latter had already been packaged by Su Zhiruan; she feigned a document leak to Jiang Beiyu, then watched gleefully as he excitedly paid a high price to bring these morally tainted stars to his company.

“It seems Mr. Jiang’s financial luck is pretty good. You’ve just paid back the money you owed me, and look, you already have the liquid assets to start a company,” Su Zhiruan said, poking at his sore spot. She swirled her wine glass, clearly in a good mood, “Oh, dear Jiang, if you had taken out this money earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have been mistaken for a thief.”

Jiang Beiyu’s expression froze on his face.

Su Zhiruan’s words were simple, but he knew this was a blatant taunt. Under the pressure of public opinion some time ago, he had found a usury company and duly transferred the money he owed Su Zhiruan into her account.

“Mr. Xiaosu, since I’ve repaid you, we’re even. With you repeatedly targeting me lately, isn’t it a bit too much?” Jiang Beiyu’s tone grew increasingly unpleasant.

“Don’t be so tense. I was just joking with you. By now, you must have quite a few people under you,” Su Zhiruan glanced at her phone; she was clear-headed enough by then, preparing to leave, “In the same industry, what’s there to talk about targeting or not targeting? May the best man win, Mr. Jiang!”

The minor artists behind him looked at Su Zhiruan, then at Jiang Beiyu; their hearts also swayed incessantly. Mainly, they were somewhat moved by Su Zhiruan since she was the current person in charge of the Su Group. If they could cling to Su Zhiruan, they definitely wouldn’t have to worry about resources.

“Then I wish Ms. Su an early fulfillment of her wishes, lest the newcomers surpass you,” Jiang Beiyu said coldly, raising his glass to her.

“Alright, I’ll be leaving first,” Su Zhiruan waved her hand, placing the wine glass aside and picking up her skirt to head downstairs. Before leaving, she seemed to remember something suddenly, smiling at Jiang Beiyu, “Oh, right, I forgot to tell Mr. Jiang. Remember to pay off your usury loan early. The lending company you found is also owned by me.”

Having said this, she laughed lightly, turned, and left, while Jiang Beiyu, standing behind her, looked utterly devastated at that moment, his face pale and fingers trembling.

“Snap–”
Because he couldn’t hold onto the wine glass in his hand, it fell to the ground and shattered instantly!

“Mr. Jiang!! Are you okay?” The artists behind him retracted their gazes from Su Zhiruan’s retreating figure and crowded around Jiang Beiyu with feigned concern.

“It’s okay, Mr. Jiang. It’s just usury. We’ll pay it off once we earn the money; who hasn’t borrowed money before!”

“Yeah, indeed. Ms. Su spoke too harshly. Otherwise, Mr. Jiang, give me her contact info, I’ll help you vent your anger.”

…

For the first time, Jiang Beiyu experienced what it felt like to be utterly scoffed at.

He clutched his head and slumped into his seat, listening to the group of people echoing their desire for contact information. Their greed and ambition were plain to see, and Jiang Beiyu was no fool.

Those who knew about the conflict between him and Su Zhiruan rarely mentioned it in front of him, but these few people were blatantly trying to climb up, wanting to rip open his wounds and brazenly curry favor with Su Zhiruan.

But even if Jiang Beiyu was furious, it was pointless. After all, they were the people he had signed, and he had no choice but to support them.