Gu Lan opened the picture in confusion and jumped up in shock. The makeup artist, who was styling her hair with a hot flat iron, didn’t have time to dodge. The edge of the scorching iron grazed her face, instantly leaving a burn mark on the star’s fair skin.
The makeup artist was so scared she stammered, “Miss… Miss Gu, are… are you alright?”
The beautiful star showed no reaction to her burned face. She just stared blankly at the phone that had fallen on the floor, as if a malevolent ghost was about to burst out and strangle her.
A moment later, she frantically picked up the phone from the floor and tried to contact the sender.
But no matter where she tapped, the sender’s number was blank, as if the message had appeared on her phone out of thin air.
How could anyone else possibly know about those things? She bit her lip hard. Could one of her colleagues be playing a joke on her?
Impossible. Who would play such a malicious joke? Did they have a death wish?
The person didn’t even leave any contact information, so it wasn’t for money.
So when they said the police would know by tomorrow, it was definitely not a joke.
Gu Lan clutched her phone, her lips pressed into a thin, white line.
In that case, there was only one thing to do: better you die than I.
Two hours later, Cheng Ying had just drawn a bunch of useless characters in a gacha game and was sighing about how geniuses are often unlucky, when Cheng Mantou’s excited voice sounded in her ear.
“It’s starting, Ying!”
So what if it’s starting? It’s not like that group were chaste martyrs. Were they supposed to stay loyal to Fan Jie?
Still wallowing in the disappointment of her failed gacha draws, Cheng Ying barely lifted her eyelids in response.
Gu Lan posted on Flying Pigeon—”It has come to this. I have no choice but to tell the truth.”
The post tearfully described how the beast-in-human-clothing agent, Fan Jie, had coerced her into doing those terrible things, how she, as a helpless and isolated artist, was innocent, and how Fan Jie was utterly depraved.
The crimes were described in sufficient detail, painting a vivid and concrete picture of Fan Jie as so detestable that no one would object to her being shot on the spot. Gu Lan extricated herself cleanly; for everything she did wrong, it all came down to one phrase: she had no choice.
Cheng Ying knew this post was most likely written by a professional PR team. The words were sharp, the plot was rich, and the goal was to directly condemn the villain, Fan Jie, while establishing a good attitude of admitting fault.
She chuckled. How could there be so many victims? Those who were forced to cooperate would soon be squeezed dry of their value and cast aside. As for those who refused to cooperate, they were still warming the bench on the set of 《White Robe》.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that all the artists currently under Fan Jie were villains.
Sure enough, less than five minutes after Gu Lan posted her article, another artist under Fan Jie also spoke out. The difference was, while cursing Fan Jie, he didn’t forget to drag Gu Lan into it as well.
A third, a fourth, a fifth…
While the artists were at each other’s throats, none of them forgot to kick their dear agent while she was down.
Fan Jie also had several second and third-tier artists under her, and with so many people chiming in, the topic’s popularity exploded instantly.
Netizens were overwhelmed for a moment:
Comment 1: This is the reversal of the reversal of the reversal of the reversal of the reversal. My god, I feel like I’m doing advanced math. Who is the bad guy in the end?
Comment 2: Everyone is sticking to their own story for now, but Fan Jie can just die.
Comment 3: No wonder the thing I bought that time broke faster than a disposable one, and they wouldn’t even replace it when I called. You black-hearted celebrity, give me back my month’s living expenses, boohoohoo!
Comment 4: This industry is as profitable as ever. A few Z-list celebrities can launder this much money.
Comment 5: Too bad they’ll have to go pick up the soap in prison from now on.
Comment 6: And they’re promiscuous. Disgusting, so disgusting!
Fan Jie was sitting at home, comfortably watching 《South Wind》, the movie Jiang Hanguang made when she was twenty. Smoke drifted from her lips as she recalled Jiang Hanguang’s face from today—silent, yet still so beautiful it made one want to viciously ravage her.
Jiang Hanguang was indeed the hardest artist she had ever managed to tame, because she didn’t seem to want to make money by lying on her back, nor was she swayed by her insults.
But as long as she was in her hands, she had plenty of ways to make her submit.
When that time came, she should be the first to have a taste.
Although she was secondhand goods, she was clean secondhand goods.
Besides, she was so beautiful.
Fan Jie let out a beast-like smile, but her phone rang at an inopportune moment, shattering her perverted fantasies.
“Who is it?”
She answered impatiently, but after hearing just a few words, her expression changed drastically.
Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. “Hello, pipe maintenance. Please open the door.”
Fan Jie didn’t have time to think. She ran to the windowsill and leaped out.
The distance between the second-floor windowsill and the hard concrete ground nearly broke her legs.
She dragged her limping leg and tried to run, but was tackled to the ground by the police downstairs and hauled into the police car like a dead dog.
“Fan Jie, we suspect you of money laundering and organizing group orgies. Please come back to the station with us to assist in the investigation!”
Her face, a mixture of fear and confusion, disappeared as the police car door closed.
She couldn’t understand how the sky, which had been so clear and calm in the morning, had suddenly changed.
The person she was thinking of, Cheng Ying, glanced at the screen amidst her busy schedule and sincerely hoped that Fan Jie would learn how to be a decent human being in prison and stop lowering humanity’s already low bottom line.
“So tough when cursing people out, but such a coward when getting caught. Pfft.” Cheng Mantou, who had watched the entire pursuit, commented ruthlessly.
Gu Lan, who was taken in by the police to assist with the investigation, stated during her testimony that she reported Fan Jie because she had received a mysterious message.
But when she checked her phone again, all traces of the message had vanished.
She checked it over and over, dozens of times, before finally confirming that she had been played.
But who could play someone like that? Not only sending a message, but also being able to delete it after it was sent, and even completely erasing the screenshots of the message from the phone.
It was as if some deity, displeased with them, had casually and contemptuously tipped the scales of fate.
In that instant, good and evil received their retribution, and they were all wiped out.
The next morning, Jiang Hanguang, who was home on time for once because of the film review meeting, woke up early. Milk swirled gently in a small saucepan as she made breakfast and listened to the morning news.
“Cheng’s Media agent Fan Jie has been arrested on suspicion of money laundering, selling counterfeit and shoddy goods, and other charges!”
Suddenly hearing the familiar name, Jiang Hanguang’s hand, which was in the middle of flipping an egg, paused. After a moment, her beautiful eyes looked at the news broadcaster in disbelief.
Her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. She subconsciously took it out and saw it was a text message from the company’s artist assignment department.
“Hello Miss Jiang, your agent Fan Jie has been dismissed by the company. Your new agent is Cheng Ying, employee ID…, phone number…, please be sure to contact her.”
How could it be such a coincidence?
Jiang Hanguang stared at the text message, Cheng Ying’s tall figure and flippant, smiling eyes flashing through her mind. Her slender brows furrowed slightly.
Was this matter related to Boss Cheng?
