Deer Hearing the Flute

At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

Obsessed with My Puppy Boy

Jiang Jiu left the office, just in time to encounter Mao Nana, "Oh dear, who is dangling a long face here? Ah, it turns out to be you, Jiang Jiu. Weren't you quite pleased with yourself a couple of days ago? What happened, did your news program run into trouble today?"


Jiang Jiu ignored her and was about to move forward, but unexpectedly, she was blocked by the other party.


"This really is a case of what goes around, comes around, right? Although my show was suspended for a few episodes, at least it wasn't due to any problem with my program. But your esteemed program had to be suspended because of its issues. It's truly laughable when told."


Ruan Yuan immediately rushed forward but was stopped by Jiang Jiu with a hand.


"Ruan Yuan, pack up your things, come out with me," Jiang Jiu said.


Although Ruan Yuan was reluctant, he had to comply.


By the time they had walked away, the other members of the group, seeing that Mao Nana was still there, couldn't be bothered with her either.


Chapter 315: Bad Predictions