Chapter 17: The Real and the Fake Mrs. Yan

Yan Feng spoke up, “Previously, for the Paradise Resort project, the company did look into his preferences, but he’s extremely low-key and his whereabouts are mysterious, so we don’t actually know much about him.” Then Yan Feng lowered his head and asked, “Why are you asking about him?” Xia Ling replied, “The station said that if I can secure an exclusive interview with Bo Jinxi, the prime-time host slot at seven o’clock will be mine. But when I called over to BJ today, they said that station appointments are scheduled out six months in advance.”

Yan Feng frowned and thought for a while. “The only thing our investigation turned up was that this prince has a habit of playing golf at the Royal Golf Club in the mornings. I think you might be able to break through from there.”

Xia Ling still looked troubled. “But the Royal Golf Club is the most exclusive, members-only course in Rong City. The membership fee is two million. How could I possibly get in?”

Yan Feng answered, “My grandfather is a member at the Royal Golf Club. I used to go there with him often, and the manager knows me. I’ll call the club tomorrow. You just go over and use the identity of Mrs. Yan.”

A glimmer lit up Xia Ling’s eyes. “Really? I can go in as Mrs. Yan?”

Yan Feng looked at her delighted, expectant expression and tapped her nose. “Of course. In my heart, you are the real Mrs. Yan.”

While Xia Ling was taking a shower, Yan Feng called Jiang Ciyou.

“Jiang Ciyou, if you ever bully Xia Ling again, don’t blame me for being rude to you.”

Jiang Ciyou answered the call, puzzled.

She laughed a little. “What, did Xia Ling run off to complain to you?”

“Xia Ling’s not like you—she wouldn’t say one thing to your face and another behind your back. You already have plenty. Don’t try to take everything from her.”

After hanging up, Jiang Ciyou angrily tossed her phone onto her desk.

Sometimes she almost admired Xia Ling.

Clearly it was she who took what originally belonged to Xia Ling, yet in the end, she was the villain.

Jiang Ciyou looked at the document open on her computer—a resignation letter, with only the words “Letter of Resignation” written so far.

She suddenly snapped the computer shut.

Why should she have to resign just because Xia Ling came back?

Yan Feng was snatched away from her, and she was made the villain. Now, even her job, she was supposed to hand over?

Of course, there were many reasons she’d thought of resigning, and the idea had occurred long before.

But now, she abruptly dismissed the thought.

If she was going to resign, she’d do it after she became the prime-time host.

After closing her laptop, Jiang Ciyou picked up her phone again and scrolled through her contacts until she found “Pretty Boy.”

Without hesitation, she called him.

The call was answered quickly.

“Miss Jiang, did you need something?”

He addressed her as Miss Jiang—so distant.

He must still be angry after she stood him up last time.

Perhaps he’d thought things through and wanted to draw a clear line between them.

That was exactly what Jiang Ciyou hoped for.

For once, she spoke to him in a serious tone. “Mr. Bo, I’m Jiang Ciyou, a news reporter from Rong City Television. I’d like to schedule a personal interview with you. Do you have any time available?”

A cold laugh came from the other end.

He knew it was about this.

She would never contact him if it weren’t for business.

Bo Jinxi was silent for a few seconds before he spoke. “Jiang Ciyou, you’ve got some nerve. You stood me up last time, and now you want to interview me.”

Jiang Ciyou paused, then replied nonchalantly, “Those are two separate matters. Perhaps you don’t know, Mr. Bo, but I always keep business and personal matters strictly apart.”

He seemed to be amused by her response. “If you want an interview, fine. Come to Greenfield Villa right now and apologize in person. We can discuss everything else slowly.”

Jiang Ciyou glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was ten at night.

She knew full well what would happen if she went over at this hour.

No one ever went to that place without a price.

She refused. “Since this is business, let’s meet during the day. You pick a time, Mr. Bo, and I’ll come apologize then.”

Bo Jinxi knew her temperament.

She might look soft and charming, but she was stubborn to the bone.

Even if it meant mutual destruction, she would never do anything she didn’t want to.

He said coldly, “Nine o’clock tomorrow morning, at the Royal Golf Club.”

Jiang Ciyou had never been to the Royal Golf Club, but she knew Yan Chengye was a member there. He rarely visited, but he paid the two-million membership fee every year.

One advantage of that club was that family members of members could enter simply by giving the member’s name.

One card, convenient for the whole family.

The next morning at nine, Jiang Ciyou arrived at the Royal Golf Club on time.

She entered and approached the registration desk.

A handsome young man greeted her.

“You look unfamiliar, miss. Are you a member here?”

Jiang Ciyou replied, “Yan Chengye is my father-in-law. I should be able to go in, shouldn’t I?”

The young man looked surprised. “You’re also Mrs. Yan?”

Also?

Jiang Ciyou’s elegant brows knitted. “Is there another Mrs. Yan?”

The young man pointed to a figure not far away. “She also said she was Mrs. Yan. Mr. Yan is an important figure in Rong City, with only one son and one daughter. There can’t possibly be two daughters-in-law.”

Jiang Ciyou followed his gaze.

It was Xia Ling.

Xia Ling saw her as well and seemed a little surprised.

The young man was at a loss. “Please wait a moment. I’ll fetch the manager.”

The manager arrived quickly.

He came over, scolding as he walked. “I said already, Mrs. Yan is coming today. Mr. Yan called ahead. Just let her in—don’t waste time. If you offend Mrs. Yan, there’ll be trouble.”

He chided the young receptionist as he hustled over.

The receptionist protested, “You said Mrs. Yan, but you didn’t mention there’d be two of them.”

“Two Mrs. Yans? How could that be?” The manager was astonished as well.

By this time, Xia Ling had already come over to Jiang Ciyou.

“Ciyou, what are you doing here?”

Jiang Ciyou smiled sweetly at her. “If I didn’t come, how would I know someone was out flaunting my identity?”

“Ciyou, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

The manager arrived just then.

He looked from Jiang Ciyou to Xia Ling. “Which of you is the real Mrs. Yan?”

There were quite a few people at the club today.

These wealthy young heirs had nothing but time, and upon hearing gossip, they all gathered around.

“What’s this, a morning drama? The real and fake Mrs. Yan?” someone joked.

Bo Jinxi, surrounded by a crowd, walked over as well.

Today he was dressed casually—black hoodie and black athletic pants—but his skin was noticeably paler than most, giving him an air of noble aloofness.

Standing among the others, everyone else seemed mere background to him.

That cool, indifferent bearing seemed innate, as if he was born to be a king.