The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

Chapter 32

Outside the room, the hotel manager paced back and forth with a worried expression.

An employee watched him, eyes darting nervously. "Manager, what should we do? The Jing family's daughter got into trouble at our hotel, this is..."

The manager stopped and glared fiercely at the speaker. "If I knew what to do, would I be anxiously pacing here?!"

A few minutes earlier, Jing Zeyou and Jing Zeqian had entered the hotel from outside. The receptionist didn't recognize them, but the manager had been informed in advance about Jing Zeyou's arrival.

He had only heard from the owner to quickly escort them to the Purple Bamboo Court, saying the Jing family's daughter was in trouble in that private room.

Before he could rush to handle the situation, the two men had already arrived. He could only jog after them.

Nearby, a director with a panicked expression overheard their conversation and suddenly widened his eyes, grabbing the manager's arm tightly.

"What did you say?! Who's the Jing family's daughter?!"

The manager's face showed clear irritation. At this point, he couldn't be bothered with any guests.

"Who else could it be?! Jing Zejun!"

The director's face turned pale, still gripping the manager's arm. "Which Jing family?! Which Jing family?!"

The manager was thoroughly exasperated now. He forcefully pulled his arm free. "How many Jing families are there in North River!" With that, he ignored the director and frantically tried to figure out how to handle the aftermath.

The director stood frozen in place, his expression dazed. Beside him, his agent's eyes were wide with shock, clearly just learning this news as well.

While he was still processing Jing Zejun's identity, the director suddenly grabbed his agent's collar. "Why didn't you tell me she was the Jing family's daughter?!"

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have given in to the investor's coercion, and he wouldn't have offended the Jing family. Now that the Jing family members were here, how could he explain? Should he admit to being an accomplice in this plan?!

The agent pushed him away, frowning slightly. "Director Li, have you lost your mind? Are you saying it would be okay to treat someone like this if they weren't from the Jing family?" Moreover, he had only just learned this information himself.

The agent glanced around at the people nearby and said no more. In this situation, the less said, the better. It wouldn't be good if someone with ill intentions spread this online.

Inside the private room, Jing Zeqian was furiously beating the investor. Jing Zeyou watched silently for a while before stopping his brother.

"If you keep hitting him, it'll be manslaughter."

"This bastard deserves to die right here, and it still wouldn't be enough!"

It wasn't until Jing Yi's voice came through that they stopped. "Let's wrap this up quickly. We need to take Junjun to the hospital. That bastard might have drugged her."

Jing Yi had noticed earlier that Jing Zejun's condition didn't seem right. Her voice was very soft, and she had no strength.

In the corner, the investor was barely breathing. Jing Zeqian gave him one last fierce punch before stopping.

He walked over to Jing Yi, looking worriedly at Jing Zejun's tear-stained face, his eyes full of concern.

Jing Zeyou crouched down, his gaze piercing with coldness.

The man in the corner could still breathe. "Xu Qingyun, 45 years old, from North River, general manager of Xie Fan Capital, married with one son, investor in 'Sea Crabapple Still Blooms', assets include... Am I correct?"

The investor now found even breathing painful. "Who... who are you people?"

"Perhaps you know that Jing Zejun's surname is Jing?" When the investor didn't react, still consumed by pain, Jing Zeyou added a few more words, "The Jing of the Jing family."

The investor froze as if under a spell, a chill running through him.

The Jing of the Jing family?! Which Jing family?!

Jing Zeyou stood up, his face still cold and detached. "I'll call an ambulance for you, but you'll also be receiving a summons." It was astounding that such a small company, corrupted to this extent by his greed, could still operate.

Ignoring the investor's reaction, Jing Zeyou opened the door.

"Mr. Jing!" The anxiously waiting manager immediately rushed over.

"Get everyone out. I don't want to see a single piece of news about this incident tomorrow."

The manager immediately tensed up. "Rest assured, I will warn all hotel staff." He left with his team.

Outside the door, only the director and the agent remained.

The agent still needed to check on Jing Zejun before making any decisions.

Although Jing Zeyou was very dissatisfied, he didn't know how this entertainment company was managed. In his view, the agent was extremely incompetent.

He hadn't investigated the attendees, location, and environment before the artist attended the dinner, nor had he identified potential threats around the artist. He didn't even know that his artist had come into contact with something she shouldn't have.

Jing Zeyou's gaze turned cold as he looked at the director leaning against the wall, his face tense. "You're the director of 'Sea Crabapple Still Blooms'?"

This was the second time today he had heard this title. The first time he heard it, he had been punched.

The director was now somewhat triggered by this title.

"Mr. Jing, I didn't know Zejun was the Jing family's daughter. It was all Mr. Xu's doing! He said if I didn't do as he said, he'd withdraw the funding. 'Sea Crabapple Still Blooms' is also Zejun's passion project, she certainly wouldn't want the film to fall through..."

The director had walked up to Mr. Jing, looking extremely flustered and almost incoherent.

He might not have known the Jing family's status, but he certainly knew the position of the Jing family's second young master's Startrack Entertainment in the entertainment industry. It was said that his older brother's status was even higher.

He never would have imagined that Jing Zejun, with such a background, wouldn't use it and instead chose to follow a path of hard work!

The director silently blamed Jing Zejun in his heart but didn't dare to voice it.

"Junjun indeed put a lot of heart and soul into this film. I'm afraid Mr. Xu's money won't be needed anymore."

Jing Zeyou recalled what the doctor had said and how happily Jing Zejun had talked about this film. His gaze towards the director grew colder.

But the director didn't notice Jing Zeyou's thoughts. He thought the situation might have taken a turn for the better. Before a smile could form on his face, Jing Zeyou's next words completely shattered his hope.

"So Startrack will take over the entire film. You don't need to worry about it anymore. What I mean is, you don't need to worry about anything in the future."

The director stood there, stunned, his eyes filled with despair.

"Are we going?"

Jing Zeqian had already put Jing Zejun on his back and was standing at the door. Jing Yi was beside them, adjusting the clothes to cover Jing Zejun better.

Jing Zeyou nodded and led the group downstairs.

The agent looked at the director who had collapsed on the ground, muttering to himself, and sighed. He should probably start thinking about how to explain this to the boss.

"You take Junjun to the hospital. I'll drive and follow you."

Jing Yi suddenly remembered that 'Black Night' was still parked at the hotel entrance. She thought about driving it over together to save coming back for it later.

Jing Yi covered Jing Zejun with her clothes and was about to get out of the car when Jing Zejun grabbed her.

Jing Zejun, with reddened eyes, just looked at her like that.

[...Alright, let's leave 'Black Night' aside for now!]

Jing Yi sat back down next to Jing Zejun, letting her lean against herself.