Chapter 67: The Peculiar Young Man

“Mr. Zhao, I think there will be times when I’ll need your help.” The corners of Jiang Sui’s lips curled up slightly.

Since this man had earned her father’s trust, it meant he was reliable and competent. Zhao Xin was truly talented, and since he was, she intended to draw him to her side first.

A lawyer was always useful.

Zhao Xin neither refused nor agreed right away. “I’ll think about it.”

Jiang Sui didn’t press further. When it came to matters that involved money, Zhao Xin had no reason to refuse. “I’ll think about it” was just something so-called elites said for the sake of appearances. In plain terms, it was simply being pretentious.

After her conversation with Zhao Xin, Jiang Sui went to the bank once more. When she went to check on her father’s bank cards, what the bank manager told her confirmed Zhao Xin’s words: these frozen accounts could only be unfrozen with a letter from Lawyer Zhao.

Jiang Sui couldn’t help but complain inwardly: it’s all our own family’s money—why make it so complicated? The rich really do love their little games.

Just as she was leaving the bank, a young man in a baseball cap brushed past her. He suddenly seemed to trip and nearly fell headlong to the ground. Instinctively, Jiang Sui reached out and caught his arm before he could fall.

The young man looked up, revealing an exceptionally handsome face. Under the cap, soft blonde hair peeked out, and his refined features radiated the brightness of youth. Jiang Sui wore only sunglasses today, and in the reflection of her lenses, the boy’s dazed yet striking face stared at her.

That beautiful face went from stunned to smiling in an instant. “Thank you, miss,” he said, flashing a sweet smile.

Jiang Sui furrowed her brows slightly, then withdrew her hand and replied, “Be more careful walking.”

With those words, she continued on her way. Yet as she left, the boy’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure, a strange light flickering in his eyes. Only when she disappeared at the corner did he turn and enter the bank.

“Hello, how may I assist you today?” The lobby manager approached him with professional courtesy.

The boy produced a card. The manager’s demeanor changed instantly, becoming exceedingly polite. “Right this way, please.”

Meanwhile, Jiang Sui stopped in her tracks partway down the road. She pushed her sunglasses up her nose, lost in thought. “That boy looked awfully familiar…”

She had sensed a very unusual aura about him. But she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

One thing was certain: that boy was no ordinary person. She had perceived that special aura with her mystic senses.

Still, if it was merely a fleeting encounter, it had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Sui didn’t call for a car; the villa wasn’t far, so she decided to walk home. Her mind was busy piecing together her current predicament.

Just for slapping Bai Xixue on that variety show, Ji Sichen would never let her off. Not to mention she had blocked Bai Xixue’s meteoric rise to fame.

Perhaps Ji Sichen’s ruthless revenge was not far off. That man was infamous for his cruelty and utter lack of scruples. What he couldn’t do in the open, he would do in secret.

Now that she’d already changed the story’s trajectory—Bai Xixue hadn’t shot to stardom after the parenting show, nor gained a mass following. Although Jiang Sui now had mystic arts on her side, as long as she hadn’t completely broken away from the original plot, she couldn’t divine her own fate. Her destiny would shift with every choice she made.

She wouldn’t be able to calculate her fate until she was truly free of the script.

But if Bai Xixue hadn’t become a sensation and she herself wasn’t being vilified online, hadn’t she already deviated from the original story?

Or was it because she had yet to bring down Ji Sichen, the man who ruled the entertainment world with an iron fist?