Chapter 115: I Am Not Happy

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Mo Niannian took a bite; the taste was quite good, and her eyes sparkled faintly.
“Niannian likes it. Next time, I’ll make more,” Jiang Hu said, his eyes growing warmer.
Mo Niannian silently approved of Jiang Hu’s approach.
Jiang Hu took another bite where Mo Niannian had bitten, his eyes full of satisfaction.
Unable to meet his gaze, Mo Niannian gently pushed him away. “I’m done eating,” she said, shifting the topic. “You saw all the news online, right? What do you plan to do?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
The people he cared about never included them.
Mo Niannian said, “Jiang Hu, some fans are really good to you; they’ve liked you for a long time.”
Jiang Hu was a solitary, world-weary man. It was as if a thick wall stood between him and others—no one could get in, and he couldn’t get out.
If possible, Mo Niannian hoped he could embrace the world with a little more warmth.
Though life was full of disappointments, beauty always existed.
This was one reason so many celestial beings envied the human world.
Jiang Hu noticed Mo Niannian’s hopeful expression. He lowered his gaze and smiled faintly. “Alright, I’ll handle it.”
He could be whatever Niannian liked.
At a public event, Jiang Hu openly thanked the fans who had supported him all along.
He said that through all the storms and trials, it was thanks to their support, and he was grateful to have them.
The fans were so moved they wept openly, tears streaming at the scene.
Jiang Hu’s powerful comeback was even stronger than before. With this leading-man blockbuster, he soared to international stardom.
His fans spread across the globe; even traveling abroad, people recognized him at a glance.
Jiang Hu’s fame was overwhelming, known by all.
As for the entertainment companies that had previously tried to sabotage him, their fates were miserable one after another.
They were burdened with debt and entangled in lawsuits.
One went bankrupt, unable to sustain itself, while two others barely held on.
Realizing their mistakes, they sought to apologize to Mo Niannian and Jiang Hu.
Mo Niannian left everything in Jiang Hu’s hands.
Ultimately, the sensational battle that shook the entertainment world ended with the collapse of several major companies.
The industry was reshuffled, and Jiang Hu and Mo Niannian emerged as the biggest winners.
No one expected such a result.
During this time, Jiang Hu’s films kept breaking box office records, with global earnings surpassing eight billion dollars.
Every street and alley, online and offline, buzzed with discussions about this production—a phenomenon-level work.
The film was nominated for multiple awards and secured a place among the Best Picture contenders at the Oscars.

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Jiang Hu was also nominated for Best Actor at the Oscars for his role in the film.
The entire fan community was abuzz, not for anything else, but because Jiang Hu brought them immense pride.
On the night of the awards ceremony, Jiang Hu persistently coaxed Mo Niannian to accompany him.
Mo Niannian had no choice but to follow him.
Jiang Hu was supposed to review scripts with the crew, but he insisted on dragging Mo Niannian along.
The moment the handsome couple stepped out of the car, the crowd erupted in cheers and flashes from cameras.
Standing together, Jiang Hu and Mo Niannian were a feast for the eyes.
Even individually, they would shine among the dazzling stars.
Together, their presence was greater than the sum of their parts—perfectly complementing each other.
They seemed almost celestial.
Outside, many fans had traveled thousands of miles to cheer for Jiang Hu.
Seeing this scene, they shouted excitedly, overwhelmed by the pairing.
Jiang Hu shielded Mo Niannian as they walked inside.
They spoke softly, standing very close, giving the photographers countless stunning shots.
The “shipper” fans nearly lost their minds.
These two were definitely a couple!
Why wouldn’t they just make it official? Countless fans vowed that as soon as they did, they would send huge red envelopes to celebrate.
Once the photographers had enough shots, Jiang Hu led Mo Niannian inside.
Both their seats were in the front row.
Mo Niannian had been invited partly due to her family connections with the Mo clan. She had never attended such events before, but this time, because of Jiang Hu, she came.
Their seats were separated.
Mo Niannian’s eyes gleamed softly. “Jiang Hu, I’m going ahead. You do your best.”
“Niannian, why are you running off?” Jiang Hu reached out, gently holding her wrist and caressing it with intimacy.
Mo Niannian looked innocent. “Your seat is here, mine is there.”
Fearing her explanation wouldn’t suffice, she added, “There are so many people, and the organizers are busy. Let’s not trouble them.”
Jiang Hu was far, far too clingy.
“Niannian, wait for me.”
Jiang Hu didn’t know what he said to the people beside him, but they excitedly went over to Mo Niannian’s seat.
He happily walked to her side. “Niannian, let’s go.”
Mo Niannian smiled dryly and followed Jiang Hu.

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The entire crew looked over, chattering excitedly with Jiang Hu.
Foreign languages were completely beyond Mo Niannian’s comprehension.
Honestly, she wasn’t some Western deity; how could she understand foreign tongues?
After a brief exchange with the crew, Jiang Hu’s warmth toward her instantly grew palpable.
He took her hand and helped her sit, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
No sooner had Jiang Hu settled than he leaned close again, narrowing the gap between them.
He whispered in Mo Niannian’s ear, “So many people are looking at you. It makes me unhappy.”
Mo Niannian elegantly rolled her eyes. “Please! You’re the one who claimed me.”
“I’m unhappy.”
He wanted to declare to the world that Niannian belonged to him. Yet whenever others’ eyes fell on her, he felt deeply uneasy, unbearably so.
He stared at her delicate earlobe for a long time, finally suppressing those dark, lingering thoughts.
Mo Niannian paid him no mind, focusing seriously on the awards.
Best Picture went to the film starring Jiang Hu, and the crew was overjoyed.
Their hard work had finally paid off; everything had been worthwhile.
However, there was some regret.
Typically, awards were spread out to avoid one film sweeping too many categories.
With the film winning Best Picture and Best Screenplay, Jiang Hu’s chances of winning an acting award were slim to none.
The crew was both happy and disappointed, offering comfort to Jiang Hu.
He had the talent, but luck was also part of the equation.
If not this time, then next time—they all believed Jiang Hu would succeed eventually.
The crew continued to console him.
Jiang Hu nodded slightly and exchanged a few words with them.
Mo Niannian’s unease grew.
“Jiang Hu, don’t tell me this award is lost?”
Before coming, Mo Niannian had inexplicably been confident Jiang Hu would win, though she couldn’t say why.
Now, the situation seemed increasingly unfavorable.