HBWMA -Chapter 247 Happiness After Turning Eighteen

The air fell silent for a second.

In the blink of an eye, a figure shot down from the top of the tree and, with lightning speed, set the overturned table and chairs back upright.

Jiang Huashan smoothed her slightly messy bangs, a smile on her face.

“How about we talk this out?”

Shen Qingyu looked up at the towering osmanthus tree, then at the delicate-looking girl in front of him, and fell completely silent.

Seeing the three of them unmoving, Jiang Huashan quickly shot Zhang Ru a look. “Aunt Zhang, didn’t you make some sweet soup? Hurry and bring it over for the young masters to try~”

“Oh—okay.” Zhang Ru was still dazed as she walked toward the kitchen, glancing back at Shen Guiling.

Has Miss Jiang broken some heavenly rule or something? Why is even Young Master Ling shouting about killing her?

The three men in front of her didn’t react at all, only watching her performance coldly.

This atmosphere…

As long as you’re not embarrassed, the embarrassed ones are everyone else.

Jiang Huashan acted as if she didn’t notice and cheerfully directed Gao Zhi and Lei Xing, “What are you two standing around for? Bodyguard Gao, hurry and get your young master a chair! Steward Lei, why are you standing so far away? Push your young master over here!”

Gao Zhi and Lei Xing both shivered.

Seeing they still didn’t move, Jiang Huashan calmly took out “Little Pitiful” and placed it on the table, lightly tapping the turtle shell with her fingers.

Without another word, Gao Zhi stepped forward and righted a chair. Seeing Shen Lanxi unmoved, he leaned closer and whispered, “Young master, when there’s a ladder, take it quickly—otherwise Miss Jiang will flip the table again when she loses it.”

“…” Shen Lanxi glanced at him, then pulled over a chair and sat down.

Seeing this, Lei Xing immediately pushed Shen Guiling forward to take the central spot.

Shen Guiling: “…”

Shen Qingyu hooked a bamboo chair up with his foot and folded his arms. “Talk about what? Planning to say this is your hobby again?”

“No, no, I was just saying things casually—how did you take it seriously?”

That earlier excuse was just to fool Shen Qingyu. Now that Shen Lanxi and Shen Guiling were both here, she obviously couldn’t reuse it.

But in such a short time, she hadn’t figured out how to fool all three at once.

Jiang Huashan rubbed her forehead, troubled.

Shen Qingyu couldn’t hold it in and laughed angrily. So he was the easiest one to fool here?

Shen Lanxi, worthy of being the heir of the family head, immediately grasped the core of the issue and warned, “If you can’t come up with an excuse, save your effort. Focus on admitting your mistake and correcting it.”

Jiang Huashan rolled her eyes. Admitting mistakes was impossible, and correcting them even more so.

Shen Guiling said, “Looks like we’re too insignificant to manage you. Let’s call Grandfather.”

“Don’t!” Jiang Huashan immediately stopped rolling her eyes.

Strike a snake at its weak point—she wasn’t afraid of anything else, only of Shen Zhuang finding out.

Back then, when she had revealed everything about Studio No. 3, Shen Zhuang had strictly forbidden her from getting involved in any dangerous investigations. She had agreed.

But later, the plot forcibly corrected itself. The girl Shen Zhuang had saved fell into the abyss again, and new rules for the “world script” were updated:

—【World Script Rule 4: This world’s storyline does not accept interference from any force other than the Script Gate.】

With no other choice, she could only investigate slowly on her own.

The boy band plan had been in motion for three years, and now was the time to reel everything in. If this got exposed to Shen Zhuang, the old master’s sharp mind would surely follow the clues to uncover the real culprit—but that was exactly what Jiang Huashan feared most.

Because if Shen Zhuang intervened forcefully, the plot would inevitably correct itself again, and all clues would shift—just like what happened to those girls three years ago.

So why was she so certain that only she could change things?

Because the impact of the “Lucifer No. 1” incident in Nanwan was still present. The storyline where she and Shen Guiling joined forces to eliminate Bai Zheng hadn’t been corrected. The main plot deviation was still at 10%.

So this matter absolutely couldn’t go wrong again.

Jiang Huashan feigned sadness, skipped past the cold-hearted Shen Guiling, and looked teary-eyed at the more gullible Shen Qingyu and Shen Lanxi. “Don’t tell Grandfather. If he finds out, my image will be completely ruined. He definitely won’t like me anymore…”

When Shen Lanxi and Shen Qingyu had scolded her before, they had even closed the door—that meant they hadn’t intended to make it public.

Jiang Huashan had picked up on that and acted boldly. She just hadn’t expected the scheming Shen Guiling to show up uninvited and almost destroy her base.

Seeing her seemingly sincere attitude, Shen Qingyu tossed a stack of transaction records onto the table. “If you don’t want Grandfather to know, then cut all these people off.”

“Cut them off!” Jiang Huashan agreed instantly. “Absolutely cutting them off.”

Shen Qingyu’s expression softened slightly. “That’s more like it.”

Shen Guiling raised an eyebrow and glanced at Shen Qingyu. “I didn’t realize you were this easy to fool.”

Jiang Huashan: “…”

Shen Qingyu frowned, about to curse, when he suddenly realized something and narrowed his eyes at Jiang Huashan. “You tricked me?”

Jiang Huashan glared. “No!”

She denied it out loud, but inside, it felt like she had stepped on burning coals—panic everywhere.

Not good, not good! Shen Qingyu actually listened to Shen Guiling and started doubting her?

The easiest one to fool had gotten smarter?

Jiang Huashan turned to glare at Shen Guiling, silently warning him: Stop talking. Don’t forget who protected your reputation.

But Shen Guiling didn’t even look at her, instead picking up the documents on the table and reviewing them carefully.

Her threat failed. She turned to Shen Lanxi instead. “I’ll change! I swear I’ll change!”

Shen Lanxi studied her for a moment, his expression serious. “Besides spending money on them, what else did you do?”

Well… she also taught them how to please rich women.

Jiang Huashan put on an innocent face. “Nothing really. I just chatted with them.”

Shen Qingyu’s tone turned cold. “They didn’t send any videos?”

They did! All kinds—chests, abs, V-lines… practically male bodhisattvas.

She was already an adult—what’s wrong with watching a little suggestive content?

Jiang Huashan blinked. “What videos? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shen Guiling looked her up and down. “No benefits at all, and you still spent ten million on them in a year? What exactly were you after?”

As soon as he finished speaking, two scorching gazes shot toward her like lasers.

“…Heh.” Under their deadly stares, Jiang Huashan stiffened, then gave up resisting. “I was after… happiness after turning eighteen.”

“……”

The next second, a deathly silence spread through the osmanthus-scented air.