Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities - Chapter 886

Chapter 886: Gu Pei’s Small Target – to Beat Gu Jin and Feng Jue

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Based on previous public opinion, netizens were stunned to learn that the person involved was Gu Zhaoming.

Zhaofeng Entertainment’s rivals seized the opportunity to amplify the scandal and boost their own profiles.

In no time, the internet was awash with condemnation directed at Gu Zhaoming.

[Gu Zhaoming always seemed to dote on his daughter and wife. I thought he valued family. I never expected him to be so unfilial.]

[This is what being wealthy leads to? I’m shocked.]

[If I had such an unfilial child, I’d have been disowned long ago!]

[Boycott Zhaofeng Entertainment! Boycott Xueyao Jewelry! Boycott Jin City’s Gu Corporation!]

Even Gu Yang, Gu Jin, and Gu Pei’s social media accounts were inundated with vitriol.

Outside, the snow fell heavily in the dead of winter, while inside, the hotpot was bubbling away.

Gu Yang, who wasn’t fond of spicy food, had Ruan Xueling arrange for a milder hotpot.

Feng Jue, living next door, took advantage of the situation and showed up daily to share the meal.

Gu Yang felt that even if this boyfriend were given away, it wouldn’t truly be a loss.

Although Gu Zhaoming was irritated by Feng Jue’s freeloading, he had to admit that Feng Jue was very astute. He won over Ruan Xueling with his charm and secured the support of his future mother-in-law.

“It’s the end of the year, and Jue is living alone in the villa next door. It’s so cold without any family around,” Ruan Xueling said as she served Feng Jue some food. “Jue, come by often. The Gu family is your home, too.”

Feng Jue, ever polite, responded, “Thank you, Mom.”

Since revealing his wealth, Feng Jue had stopped hiding it. Knowing Ruan Xueling’s fondness for jewelry, he frequently brought her gifts. He also pretended these were genuine presents to ingratiate himself with his future mother-in-law.

Ruan Xueling appreciated Feng Jue’s attentiveness to Gu Yang and enjoyed showing it off. She even posted about it on her WeChat Moments to brag to her friends in Jin City.

Gu Zhaoming, however, was not swayed. He dismissed Feng Jue’s sweet gestures and frequently threw business challenges his way.

To his surprise, Feng Jue proved highly adaptable and skilled at handling company matters. Despite his reservations, Gu Zhaoming found himself begrudgingly impressed with Feng Jue’s abilities, even though he was taking his daughter away.

Especially when compared to his prodigal son, Gu Pei, who was engrossed in eSports, Feng Jue seemed like a completely different kind of person.

Every time Feng Jue visited the Gu family, Gu Pei would pester him to play a couple of games after dinner. Initially, Gu Pei’s small goal was to defeat his sister, Gu Jin, in their games. But now, he had a new target: beating Feng Jue.

To be considerate of Gu Yang, Feng Jue would go easy on Gu Pei, allowing him to come close to victory each time. Yet, every time Gu Pei was on the brink of success but ended up losing to Feng Jue, his frustration grew.

After one particularly intense game, Gu Pei, enraged, smashed his phone. “Ah! Just a little more! No, Feng Jue, let’s play again!”

Feng Jue raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Call me brother-in-law.”

Gu Pei, now used to the mocking title, responded through gritted teeth, “Brother-in-law! Get ready.”

The repeated use of “brother-in-law” had rendered Gu Pei numb to the term, and Gu Yang could only look at Feng Jue with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Without exception, Gu Pei failed each time. However, this only made him more determined. He felt that every game with Feng Jue was a valuable learning experience.

During their matches, Feng Jue occasionally offered him brief but insightful tips that proved enlightening, despite being sparse in words.

Excited about his progress, Gu Pei tried to upload the edited game recording to his grape account to showcase his improvement. But he was taken aback by the flood of 999+ private messages. “What the heck? Why are there so many messages?”