Chapter 198: Chapter 198: If You Dare, Burn Down Starlight Entertainment

In the car, Mao Mao was applying medicinal alcohol to Lin Weichen’s neck. After finishing, he packed up the suitcase and quietly waited for that graceful figure to approach.

Sang Qiao opened the passenger door and got in, smelling the strong scent of medicinal alcohol and knowing that medication had been applied.

“Sister Qiao, thank you for today. I caused you trouble,” Lin Weichen anxiously looked at Sang Qiao. Although they had previously worked together on a romantic reality show, their interactions were minimal.

He didn’t know Sang Qiao very well, but he was very grateful that she was willing to spend so much money for him.

“It indeed was troublesome. If it happens often, I can’t manage everything. What will you do if something similar happens when I’m not around?”

Sang Qiao turned to look at him and asked slowly, her tone was calm, as if she was just making casual conversation.

Lin Weichen felt uneasy under her clear, penetrating gaze. Although he was several years older than Sang Qiao, he still found himself involuntarily subdued by her aura.

He opened his mouth, his mind scrambling for a good excuse, “I…”

But Sang Qiao wasn’t in a hurry; she just waited for his response.

Lin Weichen steeled himself and continued, “I’ll just bear with it. After all, it’s not likely that I will work with the other party for a lifetime.”

Sang Qiao breathed deeply, her expression serious, “Did I stand up for you so you could just endure? Be smart and fight back in the right way. Your tolerance will only encourage others to take further advantage, understand?”

“Like just now?” Lin Weichen’s expression adopted a serious tone unconsciously.

“That works,” Sang Qiao nodded. Although it was a bit scheming, it was without a fault.

“What if it causes trouble for the company or leads to negative rumors about me?” Lin Weichen voiced his dilemma. His main reason for enduring Senior Weng was the fear of him spreading rumors online, which could damage his reputation even before the series aired.

“If there are rumors, clear them up. In the entertainment industry, no one can avoid scandals forever. But as long as you’ve done nothing wrong, the truth will eventually come out.”

Sang Qiao’s calm words instantly enlightened Lin Weichen. Indeed, how could anyone never face criticism?

“I understand.”

“Good.”

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[The CEO of Rose Entertainment is like an angel! Today, I witnessed Sister Qiao backing her artist on-site, absolutely envious. TT.]

Video attached – Weng Chenjie grabs Lin Weichen’s neck red while Sang Qiao strongly invests and demands Weng Chenjie to shoot industriously, the edited video clips pieced together.

[Wow, she really stands up for her own. Another day of tears for me; my boss only exploits my labor and makes me work overtime.]

[Sisters, am I seeing right–is that Lin Weichen? He’s starting a new drama soon, can’t wait.]

[Am I the only one who finds Sang Qiao’s behavior rude? Senior Weng is still a senior. Even if there are issues, it’s not her place to speak up, let alone since Senior Weng was genuinely trying to hone Lin Weichen’s acting skills.]

[…that’s too much, isn’t it? He turned beet red. And regarding seniority, Weng Chenjie is not as early into the industry as Sang Qiao. When Sang Qiao became an internet sensation, Weng Chenjie was still an unknown nobody.]

The online arguments were furious, and Sang Nanfeng felt a bitter pang as he saw this trending topic.

Sang Qiao was still protective as before, but she wouldn’t protect them anymore.

“Nanfeng, I want to terminate the contract, please agree to it, I will never appear in front of you again, please let me go.”

Sang Jiao stumbled in from outside, her hair disheveled and she was completely devastated.

Sang Nanfeng’s deliberate oppression meant she couldn’t get any scripts, and even though she still had money, no director dared to accept her for fear of offending the Sang Family.

Sang Jiao wanted to leave and live a better life on her own, but the agent watched her every day.

After work, Sang Nanfeng would always bring her back to the Sang Family on time, her room no longer on the bright and sunny second floor but in that small, broken storage room.

The servants at home looked down on her, often giving her leftover food, and she was nearly going insane.

“You’ve enjoyed enough good days and now you want to leave, how should the destroyed relationships be repaired then?” Sang Nanfeng put away his phone and looked at her with a cold gaze.

He hated her, wished he could kill this disgusting woman, but he couldn’t.

“I… I truly realize my mistake, can I return all the money to your family, would that be okay…”

“You clearly know that we don’t care about the money, if you could mend our relationship with Sang Qiao, not to mention money, the entire Starlight Entertainment could be yours, but you can’t.”

Sang Nanfeng sneered, looking more and more disgusted by Sang Jiao’s face.

How could they have acknowledged Sang Jiao because of a spur of the moment, and because she resembled Qiaoqiao, they had been soft-hearted towards her, they shouldn’t have… intentionally treated Sang Jiao well to spite Qiaoqiao.

But they realized all this too late, nothing could be done now.

“You… if you don’t let me go, I will kill her! Once I find the chance, I won’t let her go!” Sang Jiao threatened, her voice hoarse from exertion.

She really couldn’t stand another day of disdain from others, of investors touching her thighs; she lived like a Little Princess before she went to the Sang Family and never suffered so much.

“You’ve reminded me to keep a closer eye on you,” Sang Nanfeng said with a nonchalant laugh.

Did Sang Jiao really think they didn’t know her every move?

Sang Nanfeng casually took a lighter out of the drawer and threw it on the ground, “Here, give you a chance, if you are brave enough set the entire Starlight Entertainment on fire, if you’re lucky you might even get rid of me.”

Just as others would prosecute you, so you would never have the chance to hurt Qiaoqiao.

Sang Jiao looked at the lighter less than a meter away and dared not move; she was just tough-talking, still holding hope for her latter half of life.

She said all the good words and lowered herself to the lowest but it was of no use.

Sang Jiao no longer hoped that Sang Nanfeng would let her go, if she couldn’t live well, neither could he, “Do you think what you’re doing is useful? Sang Qiao won’t spare you a glance, she doesn’t care at all about what you do!”

“That’s none of your business,” Sang Nanfeng lazily said, spinning in his chair.

“As long as I live, I will wish your family never finds peace, praying for Sang Qiao to live an unhappy life, to be abandoned by Si Chenli, and to be tormented by illness until death!”

“Smack!” Sang Nanfeng, who apparently had already walked up beside her, slapped her, “Shut up, it’s best not to say such things a second time, otherwise I will let you experience it yourself.”

Sang Jiao’s cheek hurt so much, tears suddenly flowed down, eventually, she was thrown out of the office by Sang Nanfeng’s people, the number of people watching her increasing from two to four.

At this moment, she missed her father severely, who she had met barely once. If only he hadn’t been arrested, he would surely have arranged everything himself.