Once they saw it was Shen Jian妮, the faces of He Family’s mother and daughter both turned cold and sullen. Especially Zhou Huimei, who slightly raised her chin and said coldly, maintaining her dignity, "What does it have to do with you? Aren’t you someone of some status? How could you just enter my house ?" Shen Jian妮 sneered openly; she still remembered how Zhou Huimei once used the media against her. She pretended not to hear. While changing into slippers, she looked upstairs, "Where is He Qimo?" Seeing her so ill-mannered, Zhou Huimei immediately raised her tone in anger, "Do you have any manners! Are you really the daughter of a local businessman, a chicken from the mountains? Don’t you know any etiquette?" Shen Jian妮, just about to step up the stairs, stopped in her tracks at the words. Turning back, she looked at Zhou Huimei coldly and contemptuously, especially at that word "chicken"... As she spoke, she rudely pushed Zhou Huimei, "So what if I don’t?" Zhou Huimei was taken aback. Although the push wasn’t strong, Shen Jian妮’s behavior... Instantly, her anger exploded. With a red face, she shouted, "Shen Jian妮! You are the junior, and I am the senior!" "But that’s only said to those who are polite themselves. You’re so disrespectful, taking my gifts while playing tricks on me, even calling me a chicken, and yet you expect me to respect the elderly and love the young? Bah! Even being shameless is not done , is it?" Shen Jian妮’s expression turned even colder on the spot. The words "shameless" made Zhou Huimei’s blood pressure spike to 180, especially thinking about how obedient and well-spoken Shen Jian妮 used to be—it was all an act, making her even angrier. Beside her, He Xiaoqi had never seen her mother being bullied . Immediately, her spoiled temper flared up. She raised a cold eyebrow, ready to slap Shen Jian妮, "Get out! Our house is not a place for you to talk to my mom like that!" However, not to mention that Shen Jian妮 was 165 cm tall while He Xiaoqi was only 162 cm, standing on the stairs made Shen Jian妮 much taller than He Xiaoqi. So, not only did He Xiaoqi miss with her slap, but she was instead quickly pushed hard by Shen Jian妮 and fell heavily from the staircase platform. Zhou Huimei screamed in heartache, "My Xiaoqi!" She quickly rushed up to help her. Shen Jian妮 disdainfully looked at He Xiaoqi’s skinny body, which rarely exercised, and then at the scene of servants too afraid to approach her, only daring to help He Xiaoqi. Smirking contemptuously, she grabbed her handbag, glanced at the stairs, and swiftly went upstairs. Upon reaching the second floor, she saw the bedroom door open, and He Qimo standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at them. Shen Jian妮 felt a pang of anxiety, but she couldn’t be bothered with it. She put on a radiant smile and quickly went upstairs. Beside her, Zhou Huimei, wanting to go up and argue, had just climbed two steps when she looked up and saw He Qimo’s cold gaze. The previous anger of her son still lingered around. Zhou Huimei knew her son hated chaos in the house, and seeing Shen Jian妮 so angry, she might reveal some past issues... Although Shen Jian妮 was being cold, it was just minor matters without great importance. If she made her son annoyed or looked down upon her... Zhou Huimei didn’t dare think further, so she had to take a deep breath and reluctantly leave. Shen Jian妮 walked to He Qimo, but didn’t dare to approach immediately, maintaining some distance. She rotated her bright and beautiful eyes, carefully observing He Qimo, and then charmingly said, "Mr. He~~" Afraid he might hit her, her posture showed caution, making He Qimo focus intently on the myriad little thoughts in her eyes. With He Qimo’s cold and solemn face not speaking, Shen Jian妮 awkwardly glanced downstairs and said with a smile, "This isn’t my fault, it was your mother and sister who started it..." He Qimo didn’t reply, just gave a cold glance and turned to walk into the bedroom. For more chapters visit novel※fire.net Shen Jian妮, delighted, followed after. Before entering the room, she didn’t notice He Qimo pausing suddenly, giving her a deep and seemingly indifferent look, not taking his mother and sister seriously or being afraid of them. He Qimo lit a cigarette, leaning against the same position, smoking. The crystal ashtray on the TV cabinet was full of cigarette butts. Shen Jian妮 coughed, waved her small hand in disdain, but before she finished, she met He Qimo’s gaze and quickly withdrew her hand. Then she took a deep breath and smiled, "Ah, what did you spray in this house? It smells so good..." He Qimo looked at her coldly, lowered his eyes, not bothering to waste words, "Why did you come to my home?" At this mention, Shen Jian妮 took a deep breath, wanting to lose her temper, but dared not. Facing him with a smile, she said, "Mr. He~ The public relations matter has been handled. You know it’s not my fault..." In an instant, seeing He Qimo’s suddenly lifted cold gaze, Shen Jian妮 swallowed and said, "Alright, it is a bit my fault." He Qimo still pursed his lips coldly, and Shen Jian妮 was even more depressed, "... Fine, this was my own doing." Only then did He Qimo lower his gaze and continue smoking. Immediately, Shen Jian妮’s heart felt like it had been crushed by a giant wheel, wanting to stick needles in a voodoo doll of He Qimo. For being cold and proud, for not speaking, for being ruthless for Gu Zixuan! However, facing He Qimo, she dared do nothing. While inwardly cursing countless times, she continued to smile, "Still, even if I was truly wrong not to make a fuss with Gu Zixuan, I just want to move up quickly and enjoy the life of the rich. Isn’t that the ultimate goal for women in this circle? I boarded a pirate ship, it’s understandable." He Qimo said nothing, so Shen Jian妮 moved closer, "Mr. He, could you arrange something for me? My TV show stopped, my private interview halted, even the magazine cover shoot was paused. I haven’t accepted any assignments for half a month, if this continues, I’ll starve. We’ve known each other for years, I’ve helped you, you can’t treat me this way." He Qimo took a drag on his cigarette, after a long while, he slowly spoke, "You’re sure you only want work, nothing else?" Shen Jian妮 was stunned, facing He Qimo’s deep, dark eyes, she suddenly understood. Her face blushed slightly, but thinking about the pitfall she fell into, anger welled up, "I’m sure, I’m sure, I’m sure I only want work, I won’t cling to you. If I want to cozy up to a rich man, I’ll find someone else. Wherever you and your dear Little Zixuan appear, I’ll stay far away, especially her, I won’t disturb her anymore. Is that alright?" Speaking of dear Little Zixuan, something in He Qimo’s eyes stung. Thinking of scenes he saw before, the sourness in his eyes spread wildly. At that moment, the mindset of wanting to leave Shen Jian妮 hanging for months for punishment seemed too much of a hassle. Especially Shen Jian妮’s promise was what he wanted. So, pausing for a moment, he slowly said, "Fine, then go back. I’ll talk to the director managing films, and work will be arranged for you in a few days." Shen Jian妮 was instantly overjoyed. She said, "Then thank you, Mr. He. I’ll make sure to work hard, and bring fame to Junsheng." Then she turned and left. But before leaving, seeing the somewhat extraordinarily despondent He Qimo, Shen Jian妮 was still stunned for a moment. Wanting to leave, feeling it’s none of her business, but after taking a few steps, she couldn’t help stopping, looking at him. Wanting to speak, fearing she might get snubbed again, wanting to leave, but He Qimo recently seemed completely different, like he had a burden, making one feel heartache. Finally, hesitating a few times, she finally opened her mouth, "What’s wrong with you?" He Qimo looked at her, saying nothing. Shen Jian妮 mustered some courage, looked at the cigarette butts in his ashtray, then sniffed the strong smell of alcohol in the air, "No matter what’s going on, don’t smoke so much, drink so much. Your body is yours alone. If you ruin it, even if someone cares, it’s useless." Shen Jian妮 felt she was being decent, as a friend, as a colleague, it was fine. And this was a rare moment she wanted to be a good person. Unexpectedly, He Qimo coldly furrowed his brows, gloomily said, "What’s it to you! You want to be sidelined?" In an instant, Shen Jian妮 was so frustrated she wanted to both drown her brain and wash it, shaking her head, muttering, "With that bad temper, no wonder even your wife can’t stand you!" and quickly left. As the door closed, only darkness remained in the room. In truth, faced with Shen Jian妮’s concern, He Qimo’s heart did slightly tremble, but some words just unconsciously came out. Women... thinking of the special group he never understood, not knowing how to draw boundaries in interactions with everyone, so he simply coldly turned them all away... Turning his head, looking at the curtain that was not pulled. It was a habit he had formed since being ridiculed for his family’s repeated business failures since he was a teenager. So, all these years, he got used to it, but it was the first time he felt this night was so cold and lonely.