HBWMA -Chapter 289 The Supervisor

Inside a VIP private room.

Su Miao’s eyebrows were raised sharply, her eyes bright and sharp as she stared at Jiang Huashan without blinking, scanning her from top to bottom, left to right, front to back.

Damn it—both of them are young ladies, so why is she living so well?

That moment when they came out of the elevator… she really showed off.

Jiang Huashan was amused by Su Miao’s visibly broken expression. In order to better carry out the next steps of her “work,” she decided to extend an olive branch first and handed over an iPad.

“Here, order whatever you want. It’s on me.”

So familiar with this place already—no wonder she’s a regular.

Su Miao turned her face away in refusal. “I’m not ordering. I already have someone I like. I won’t stoop to your level.”

Jiang Huashan glanced at her, then opened the iPad. “Fine. Then I’ll get an avocado milkshake ice cream. You can just drink plain water.”

“……”

Su Miao’s expression shifted. She snatched the iPad over, scanned it once, then muttered awkwardly, “Why are these all fruit drinks?”

Leaning against the sofa with her arms crossed, Jiang Huashan looked at her. “What else did you think it was?”

Su Miao pretended not to hear and casually ordered a high-sugar strawberry milkshake.

After ordering, she clicked her tongue and looked Jiang Huashan up and down again. “Didn’t expect you to be this… wild.”

Jiang Huashan couldn’t be bothered to explain.

Her relationship with Su Miao was currently very delicate—somewhere between friends, yet far from trust. Some secrets couldn’t be shared too early.

Su Miao took Jiang Huashan’s silence as confirmation, then finally remembered why she had come.

“You asked me to come here… is there something you want to say?”

Jiang Huashan replied, “I thought you were the one who had something to say to me.”

After all, in Su Miao’s understanding, Jiang Huashan was now the only person besides Su Li who knew the truth and could threaten her. If Su Miao wanted to keep it secret, she would have to either deal with Su Li or make Jiang Huashan shut up.

Su Miao was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

“Can you pretend you don’t know about this? As long as you agree, I’ll accept any condition you set.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the green label above her head expanded again.

At this point, no matter what Su Miao said, Jiang Huashan no longer felt surprised. After all, she wasn’t Shen Mianzhi—she didn’t even realize how abnormal she had become. At most, she only felt ashamed and pathetic about herself.

“I know you must look down on me now. But I really don’t want to lose everything I have. I’m scared… scared of going back to those hard days. As long as you agree to keep my secret, I’ll do anything you want.”

One wrong path—no way back.

Jiang Huashan already understood the cause and effect. To her, Su Miao was already standing at the end of her own storyline. If she interfered, Su Miao’s life trajectory would change completely.

And if she chose to ignore it, Su Miao would be trapped in a fate of control forever.

The power of the “script mechanism” had given her something close to godlike authority.

From an objective standpoint, the correct choice was to do nothing.

Fu Su’er and Shen Mianzhi both caused narrative collapse by tearing off their labels, which led to completely unpredictable assassination scenarios.

Based on the previous two experiences, forcibly removing Su Miao’s label would definitely trigger another uncontrollable chain reaction.

And unknown outcomes always carried risk.

On the other hand, if she did nothing, this side plot would remain unchanged. Jiang Huashan could even use Su Miao’s weakness to make her work for her, and use her to draw out the mastermind behind everything.

After all, the “Golden Orchid arc” only required mutual betrayal. As long as the mission was completed, whether the labels were removed or not didn’t matter.

But…

Humans are subjective creatures. Often they don’t care about logic, only about what they feel at the moment.

Jiang Huashan deliberately raised her hand and tapped Su Miao’s backpack with a graceful gesture.

“What’s inside?”

Startled like a sudden awakening, Su Miao slowly pulled a silver fruit knife out of the bag.

Jiang Huashan chuckled. “You carry a knife when you go out? Looks expensive. What, planning to sell it later if you get exposed?”

Su Miao gripped the handle tightly, murmuring, “No…”

She had been afraid that the “bad woman” might target the Su family. And even more afraid that she herself might give in under pressure, so she brought the knife to remind herself—at worst, it would be mutual destruction.

But somehow, as she spoke, her thoughts had become muddled.

Jiang Huashan continued, “And me? You paid me five hundred thousand just to watch a show, and now you’re trying to recruit me instead. So which is it—you want to be bold, or do you want to back off?”

Su Miao froze and looked up at her.

“You know?”

Jiang Huashan nodded. Of course she knew—because the “righteousness label” above Su Miao’s head was expanding, nearly surpassing even the “malice” tier.

Su Miao said nothing, looking down at the blade in her hand.

After receiving Su Li’s threat, she had fallen into a mental tug-of-war. Everyone has selfishness, everyone fears loss—she was no exception.

She wanted to continue exploiting others’ lives, yet she couldn’t fully turn a blind eye. She loved the Su family, and because she loved them, she couldn’t bear to leave. And because she loved them, she also couldn’t bear to separate them from their real family.

But she knew herself too well—narrow-minded, selfish, even a little wicked. If that woman pushed her again, she would likely waver.

So, to avoid leaving herself any escape route, she made a bold decision.

She chose to actively invite a “supervisor.”

This supervisor had to be someone who feared neither Su family power nor her retaliation, someone who couldn’t be bribed or threatened, someone with both justice and capability.

At first, she considered Zhou Qishan—but Zhou Qishan was too soft and too close to her. She didn’t meet the requirements.

After thinking it over, she finally chose Jiang Huashan.

So that fifty million transfer… was actually her point of no return.

Jiang Huashan smiled faintly and stood up, gripping Su Miao’s hand that held the knife. With a twist of her palm, she turned the blade outward.

“Relax, little trash~ if you gamble a little, it might not be a dead end.”