You’re Supposed To Be The Villain, But You Effortlessly Win Over The Female Leads?

Chapter 71:

Jiang Feng was speechless.

Was this guy out of his mind?

Even though he wasn’t the original Jiang Feng, if he were, he’d probably be even more ruthless. Forget just kicking them out—he’d want to knock them unconscious and toss them into the sea to feed the sharks. And now these two, with no sense of shame, were trying to lecture him about conscience?

What a joke.

Jiang Feng chuckled, though there was no humor in it. Unfortunately for them, he was never the type to be swayed by moral blackmail.

“Conscience? Do you even know what that is? You have the nerve to talk about conscience here? Your skin is thicker than a city wall. If there was a ranking for shamelessness, you’d be the champion.”

Jiang Nan, desperate, fired back, “I know we’ve wronged you, but my mother didn’t wrong your father! She took care of him for 10 years, and gave up her career for him. Now, after the divorce, how are we supposed to survive? You’re being heartless!”

Jiang Nan didn’t care about pride anymore. To him, being morally cornered was still better than being divorced. He didn’t care about being insulted or humiliated—anything was better than losing their cushy life. Without Jiang Yuan’s support, how would they live?

“My mother’s done so much for this family! Sure, she’s a housewife, but isn’t that a job in itself? It’s been 10 years, Xiao Feng! You’ve seen it—there’s real love between your father and my mother. Otherwise, why would your dad stay with her all these years? He didn’t divorce her because he cares about her. How can you be so cruel and break them apart?”

Jiang Nan’s face was twisted with anger and grievance. “My mother has been a housewife for 10 years. She agreed to marry your father a year after your mother passed away. Even if she loved him before, she never interfered while your mom was alive. She loved him silently. Is that a crime? Is loving someone a mistake?”

…

Jiang Nan’s passionate defense and his use of words like “housewife” and “silent love” struck a chord with some of the staff on set.

“Honestly, being a housewife for 10 years is no joke. It’s hard work, and she didn’t even have an income. If she gets kicked out after all that, it’s harsh,” one staff member commented.

“Yeah, I kind of feel bad for her. Even if she did like Jiang Feng’s dad before, that doesn’t seem like a big deal now. After ten years as a housewife, how is she supposed to survive on her own? And with the new marriage laws, she might not get much in the divorce settlement either—it depends on how generous the husband feels.”

“If silent love is wrong, then a lot of people in this world must be guilty of it,” another staff member murmured.

A few female staff members, especially those who had been housewives themselves, began sympathizing with Jiang Nan and his mother.

…

The topic of housewives had become a heated discussion recently, and the idea of a woman being kicked out after years of unpaid labor tugged at people’s heartstrings. Many couldn’t help but feel sorry for Xiao Xue.

Hearing these murmurs, Jiang Nan’s lips curled into a small, smug smile. He felt a surge of pride. As long as the divorce wasn’t finalized, there was still hope. He wanted to see how Jiang Feng’s father could justify throwing out a woman who had been a housewife for ten years.

—

Before things could escalate further, the show’s director stepped in to defuse the situation. “Let’s not get sidetracked by these adult issues. Xiao Feng’s father has already made his decision, and it has nothing to do with Xiao Feng. Let’s focus on the show. Xiaofeng, go help your grandma with the bacon sales on the livestream.”

Wang Min, one of the show’s producers and now Jiang Feng’s biggest supporter, couldn’t bear to watch him get dragged into such a tricky situation. No matter how Jiang Feng responded, it would lead to problems.

If he supported kicking Jiang Nan and his mother out, he’d offend many housewives. But if he opposed it, he’d be stuck with the responsibility of keeping them around. Either way, it was a no-win scenario.

But then, unexpectedly—

“Director, I know you’re trying to look out for me,” Jiang Feng said as he leaned casually against the doorframe. His playful expression was gone, replaced by something much colder as he stared directly at Jiang Nan.

The light outside the door outlined his features with a golden glow, casting him half in shadow. Standing on the line between light and darkness, he looked detached, indifferent.

“Moral blackmail, huh? Are you trying to get everyone to guilt my dad into keeping a housewife he doesn’t want? Do you really think this childish trick is going to work?”

Jiang Nan felt a flicker of panic at Jiang Feng’s sharp tone.