Translator: Yunyi
With just a few words, Song Yaoyao hired Luo Xingguang for her new drama, the big shot that other directors couldnât get even after putting in a lot of much effort.
Pan Shiyu watched in amazement.
Thinking of Song Yaoyaoâs ability, he could only feel convinced. Pan Shiyu had been in the entertainment industry for many years, and it could be said that he had spent most of his life in the entertainment industry, but he had never seen someone as talented as Song Yaoyao.
âYaoyao, if thereâs a role that suits me, remember to leave it for me.â
Tang Xinrou laughed. âNo way? Mr. Pan, donât you have enough shows to film? Arenât all the big directors begging you to act for them, but youâre not willing?â
Sigh.?Pan Shiyu waved his hand. âThings are different now. Iâm old. Iâm hoping that Yaoyao will give me a chance to earn some milk powder money!â
âYaoyao, did you sayâ Eh? Where did Yaoyao go?!â
In the dim corridor, Song Yaoyao suddenly stopped.
There stood a woman who was wearing a mask and covered entirely. Her figure was thin and shriveled.
âSong Jingwan.â
âHehehe, who knew youâd recognize me.â
The hoarse Song Jingwan slowly took off her mask. âI couldnât even recognize my face when I looked in the mirror. You actually recognized me with just one look.â
âSong Yaoyao, youâre so sly. I only realized it now. Song Weiwei was arranged by you, wasnât she? I donât know what youâre after!â
âWhat about you?â
Song Yaoyao found it very funny. She lowered her curly eyelashes and looked down at Song Jingwan. âDidnât you want me to leave the Song Family? Why did you continue to target me?â
Song Jingwan opened her mouth. âIf I say that I lost control of myself, would you believe me?â
âOh, I believe you.â
Song Yaoyao turned around to leave. After confirming that it was Song Jingwan, she suddenly lost interest.
âYaoyao!â
Song Jingwan suddenly called out to her. She took a few steps forward and grabbed Song Yaoyaoâs wrist tightly, âIâm begging you, okay? Give me the antidote! I swear, from now on, I wonât provoke you anymore! If youâre unhappy, just slap me a few times to vent your anger. I promise not to fight back, okay?â
âLet go of me first.â
âI donât want to!â Song Jingwan couldnât stand the state that her face was in. Occasionally, the headlights of the cars shone into the dim corridor and reflected on half of Song Jingwanâs face. Her skin was saggy and full of spots. It was as if a young girlâs essence had been sucked dry overnight and she had become an old woman.
âIâm begging you! Iâll get down on my knees! I know I was wrong. Please let me go!â
She finally realized that she couldnât win against Song Yaoyao at all.
She didnât even have to act herself. She just needed to sit at the back and give pointers, and countless people would solve her problems for her.
âTskââ
Song Yaoyao rubbed her face and gently pinched her fingers. With a slight âcrackâ, Song Jingwan cried out in pain.
Her fingers hung down in an abnormal position. It was obvious that they were fractured.
âWhat did I do wrong to make you think that Iâm some saint?â
She slowly leaned over and patted Song Jingwanâs cheek.
âDo you think this is all? No, itâs not over yet.â
âNo!!!â
Hatred shot out from Song Jingwanâs eyes. She admitted that even though she realized that she could not defeat Song Yaoyao, she still couldnât truly feel guilty towards her. She only apologized because she wanted to get the antidote from Song Yaoyao.
âAm I not miserable enough now? What do you want?â