Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041: I’m Not Afraid of Bites Now That I Have More Lice on Me Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041: I’m Not Afraid of Bites Now That I Have More Lice on Me Xia Xue didn’t dare to be as arrogant as her when she was by her side, after all, Xia Xue had seen firsthand how Rong Yan had dealt with Fu Ya, making the daughter of a director unable to get by in the entertainment industry.

Feeling intimidated by Rong Yan’s gaze, she gently tugged at Yan Qingqing and whispered softly, “Qingqing, stop talking.”

Rong Yan knew from Xia Xue’s guilty demeanor that Fu Ya must have clearly explained the origins of the items before giving them to her, yet Xia Xue still chose to use them. That’s why she was too afraid to meet her gaze. Rong Yan curved her lips in a half-smile, looking at Yan Qingqing, “See, the person who stole for you knows enough to be afraid, how come you don’t? Provoking me like this, do you want to see us make a scene backstage? Tell me, if we were to fight backstage and it got out, who would be the loser? I’m so infested with lice I’m not afraid of more bites, but are you afraid?”

Yan Qingqing felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head at her most triumphant moment, chilling her to the core. She stood there, rendered speechless by Rong Yan’s retort.

Rong Yan truly wasn’t afraid of itching with so many lice on her; with Jiang Meiqi clinging and biting, there was already plenty of negative material about her on the outside. Stirring up trouble backstage was just a minor issue.

Would she dare to take that risk?

Yan Qingqing’s face turned pale with defeat, and she bit her lip, not daring to say another word.

Rong Yan pinched her chin and tapped it twice, her beautiful eyes curving, “That’s more like it, a good girl should be obedient to be charming. That menacing appearance you had earlier was not cute at all.”

Yan Qingqing’s face turned green with humiliation, and she clenched her teeth to keep from making a sound.

Xia Xue, seeing Rong Yan behave like this, didn’t dare to even fart, afraid that Rong Yan would notice her and turn the humiliation towards her.

Fortunately, Rong Yan didn’t seem intent on dealing with her and released Yan Qingqing’s chin, standing up straight and saying, “I hate it the most when people steal from me. Generally, those who steal from me don’t end up with good consequences. Do you know why?”

Xia Xue anxiously looked towards her.

Rong Yan smiled slightly, casting her into hell, “Because my things are usually tagged, and it’s easy to be caught if you steal from me. Also, imagine the embarrassment when after all the effort to finally get your hands on something, you find out the treasure you valued and used as leverage is nothing but a fake, and someone else has crushed you with the same but an authentic higher quality item. It’s like being obsessed with wearing a high imitation and then encountering the real deal, and having to stand beside it for comparison, under the scrutiny of everyone around you. That feeling must be unforgettable.”

Yan Qingqing’s face turned as white as if she had seen a ghost, barely controlling her fear. She wanted to confront Xia Xue about any tags in the song, but with so many eyes backstage, she didn’t dare to admit she had stolen it. That agonizing torment was even more unbearable than death.

Xia Xue wasn’t faring any better. With a face as incredulous as Yan Qingqing’s, she stared at Rong Yan, wanting to doubt but feeling more fear.

Rong Yan glanced over the fear on the faces of the silent duo and said indifferently, “It seems you’re already beginning to experience it. Don’t worry, there will be time for you to fully understand later, after having been so smug just now.”

She turned to Qi Yue beside her, “Let’s go, it’s our turn to go on stage.”

Qi Yue’s eyes nearly sparkled with admiration as she hurriedly followed, “Okay, Rong Yan.”

As she walked past Xia Xue.

The frictional breeze brushed across her face, making Xia Xue’s face alternate between green and white, and she had to clutch her hands tightly to steady herself.

No, it couldn’t be. Where would a song get a tag? She refused to believe it!