"Manager Wang, continue filming. I'll take responsibility for anything that happens," Jiang Ziyu said.
The staff dared not approach, facing the wildly swinging cleaver.
Wang Hu glanced at Jiang Ziyu. "Miss Jiang, perhaps we could come back another day?"
A broken camera was a small matter, but someone getting hurt was a big one. Getting cut by that knife was no joke.
"No need, I've already called the police." Jiang Ziyu held up her phone screen, displaying the call log.
No one knew when she had made the call. xxs1
Wang Hu and the others stopped talking about leaving. They readjusted the camera settings and began filming from a distance from Xu Jingya.
Before she came down, they had already taken many photos. Wang Hu glanced upstairs and led the staff towards the staircase.
Failing to threaten them with the knife, Xu Jingya turned the blade and pressed it against her own neck.
Everyone was in a panic, backing away from her.
Jiang Ziyu approached Xu Jingya, her gaze sweeping from above her cheek to her neck. "How many cuts do you think it would take to draw some blood?"
Xu Jingya's hand trembled. Her intention was to scare them and stop the filming.
Now she was in a predicament. She never expected Jiang Ziyu not to dissuade her, but to provoke her instead. With the knife at her throat, she couldn't even put it down.
"Can't go through with it?" Jiang Ziyu asked. "Or should I give you a hand?"
Before her hand even touched the knife, Xu Jingya cried out like a foolish pig.
"Tsk tsk," Jiang Ziyu said with disdain.
She knew Xu Jingya well; she was always one for making a lot of noise but accomplishing little. Years had passed, and she hadn't changed at all, still resorting to the same old tired tactics.
Jiang Ziyu turned to Wang Hu. "Don't worry, you all go upstairs. I'll stay with her while she cuts her neck."
It didn't seem like much when she said it, but it sounded terrifying. The group hesitantly went upstairs, eager to finish their work as quickly as possible.
Without an audience, the loss of face was insignificant. Jiang Ziyu threw the knife to the ground, put her hands on her hips, and said aggressively, "Just because you told me to cut, I'll cut? Why should I listen to you boss me around?"
"I doubt you'd dare." Jiang Ziyu turned and returned to sit on the sofa.
Her ulterior motive exposed, Xu Jingya looked shy and embarrassed. But with the house about to be lost, she no longer cared about her reputation.
She stomping over to the sofa, ready to curse him out, but then she saw Jiang Wenbin entering the courtyard.
Her pillar of support was back, and she felt invigorated. She triumphantly pointed at Jiang Ziyu and provocatively said, "Let's see how long you can keep this up!"
Seeing her abruptly change the subject, Jiang Ziyu turned to look at Jiang Wenbin, who was striding in.
Hah, so that's who gave her the confidence!
Jiang Ziyu smiled and stood up to greet him. "My dear father, are you in such a hurry to see me? Or is it about this house?"
Jiang Wenbin was about to question her, but before he could speak, Jiang Ziyu had already voiced his thoughts.
"Wenbin, quickly control her. She's called a bunch of people to take photos; she's clearly trying to sell this house," Xu Jingya said, clinging to Jiang Wenbin's arm coquettishly.
With the company on the brink of collapse and now the house about to be lost, she had no hope of survival.
Jiang Wenbin glanced at the staff taking photos upstairs and sternly questioned, "What nonsense are you up to?"
"Selling the house, is that nonsense?" Jiang Ziyu retorted.
She had obtained the property deed last time. Although Xu Jingya had torn it up in a fit of pique, she could still see some of the content from the fragments. She didn't believe Jiang Wenbin was unaware.
Facing Jiang Ziyu, who showed no fear of him, and with Xu Jingya constantly demanding his attention behind him, Jiang Wenbin's head was about to explode from the noise. He irritably shook off Xu Jingya's grasp.