Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 3 Eating chicken tonight

After accepting the huge sum of money, Yan Zhuoyu felt it wouldn't be right to return 1.

After thinking it over, she remembered the game she had been playing with her best friend recently, and she typed out a few words very seriously and sent them out.

[Resilient Little White Flower: 1. Thank you, Mr. Pei, for the reward! Good luck, may you get a chicken dinner tonight!]

After giving her husband a perfunctory reply, Yan Zhuoyu received a response from her agent.

Qiao Xinyun said worriedly, "Hey, Zhuoyu, Director Wang has already gone to Yayunxuan to wait for you. Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

Yan Zhuoyu wore Bluetooth earphones and held a small mirror to admire her deliberately applied delicate white flower makeup.

She has a striking face with thick eyebrows and red lips, and a touch of heroism. Just standing there reminds people of the charming beauties in old Hong Kong movies. She is often jokingly called "Yan Da Mei Ren (Yan Da Mei Ren) has weak acting skills, but she is really beautiful."

Today, I deliberately used nude pink lipstick to cover my natural lip color, and also applied some blush to the tip of my nose, making me look pitiful, pure, and charming, with less of my sharpness.

"Don't worry, I brought bodyguards, nothing will happen."

Qiao Xinyun became even more worried when she heard that she had brought bodyguards.

Although she didn't know the background of her own artist, Miss Yan was known for her unforgiving nature; she would argue even when she was wrong, and she would never suffer a loss.

Will Director Wang get ganged up on...?

The driver had already followed Yan Zhuoyu's instructions and selected the most inconspicuous car from the garage to wait at the villa entrance.

On the way to Ya Yun Xuan, Yan Zhuoyu's phone vibrated.

Upon opening it, I saw a message from President Pei.

Originally intending to pretend not to see it as before, Yan Zhuoyu remembered the huge sum of money that President Pei had just tipped her, so she unlocked the screen to be considerate.

[The cold, ruthless CEO is fiery: I appreciate the sentiment, but it's not hygienic.]

Yan Zhuoyu frowned. Her words were incoherent. What was she saying about unhygienic conditions?

Before I could think it through, the car had already stopped in front of Ya Yun Xuan.

Yan Zhuoyu turned off her phone, assuming that President Pei was just being forgetful and had accidentally sent a message meant for someone else to her.

Ya Yun Xuan is decorated in a magnificent and luxurious style, and only the wealthy and powerful can come here.

Yan Zhuoyu deliberately didn't book a private room, but chose to stay in the lobby, which would be more convenient for the performance later.

The waiter immediately recognized the beautiful woman wearing sunglasses as the protagonist of the trending search.

She looked somewhat surprised, but her gossipy nature outweighed the prospect of a 30,000 yuan salary, and she quickly regained her professional smile, greeting him: "Hello, ma'am, do you have an appointment?"

Yan Zhuoyu gave her the reservation number, and after the waiter verified it, he respectfully led her to the right place.

Director Wang even wore a suit, which made him look even fatter and bigger, with his beer belly threatening to burst the buttons.

He scrutinized Yan Zhuoyu with a smug look, as if he could already see her begging for mercy helplessly on the bed.

"Miss Yan, I told you long ago that you would beg me to sleep with you while you were crying."

The moment Yan Zhuoyu entered Ya Yun Xuan, she turned on the recording mode on her phone.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing carefully applied light red eyeshadow and cat-eye-like upturned eyeliner. She looked as if she had just cried, full of brokenness and melancholy, which stirred Director Wang's heart and made him even more unable to suppress his inner desires.

Did you create those trending topics?

Director Wang leaned back in his chair, his tone full of victorious arrogance: "Of course, in this entertainment industry, aren't I still the one who calls the shots?"

"Director Wang, why are you targeting me like this?"

Yan Zhuoyu lowered her eyes, her voice choked with sobs, as if she truly couldn't bear the online bullying.

Director Wang was even more itchy to get his hands on her; who wouldn't want to touch a beauty shedding tears?

"Miss Yan, don't you understand? I'm giving you face by taking a liking to you. You slapped me in the face in front of so many people last night. It's only because I'm kind-hearted that I didn't have someone kill you."

Yan Zhuoyu suppressed the upward curve of her lips and continued to play the role of a "resilient and unyielding innocent flower".

"I accidentally knocked your wig off last night, that was my fault, but you shouldn't have..."

She was interrupted before she could finish speaking.

"What can't I do?"

Director Wang's face darkened, but he was immediately overwhelmed by lust.

"Yan Zhuoyu, you're not a newcomer to this industry. I give you resources, you sleep with me. It's a fair deal. We're both adults, why pretend to be a chaste and virtuous woman?"

Yan Zhuoyu gently shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, on the verge of sobbing.

"Director Wang, I have dreams, I don't want to take shortcuts, I just want to establish myself in this industry through my own abilities, I won't agree to that."

Although she is not a professionally trained actress, she has honed her skills to the point where she can shed tears anytime, anywhere.

In addition, most of the scripts she's taken on this year are naive and romantic ones, so she can easily pull off scenes like looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and shedding tears.

Director Wang's ego grew increasingly arrogant. This was just a nobody artist with no connections, yet she dared to offend him and had to beg for his forgiveness.

He crossed his legs and deliberately patted the seat next to him:

"Come here, sit next to me. As long as you serve me well, I can forgive and forget about last night, and I'll even help you sort out those trending topics. Those mindless netizens are just opportunists, they'll switch sides with the wind..."

He became more and more smug as he spoke, taking advantage of the secluded environment to say whatever came to mind.

Yan Zhuoyu gave a perfunctory reply, prompting him to continue revealing more information.

If this recording is released, the entertainment industry will likely undergo another major reshuffle.

She stirred the hot coffee in front of her, the rising steam blurring Director Wang's lewd face.

Director Wang finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Xiaoyu, did you know I can read faces?"

The sudden remark left Yan Zhuoyu somewhat stunned.

"what?"

Director Wang chuckled, revealing his gold teeth, and handed over a room key, his eyes full of implications.

"With such a deep career path, as long as Miss Yan is willing to humble herself, she can succeed in any industry."

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled, stood up, and mercilessly splashed the scalding hot coffee in her hand onto Director Wang's greasy face.

"It's definitely not as good as Director Wang's small thread. Many bosses like Director Wang's type, but you're more likely to get beaten up by caregivers when you get old."

After saying that, she smashed the empty cup on Director Wang's head. With a loud bang, the shards exploded, drawing a lot of blood.

Director Wang was completely dumbfounded. He thought that Yan Zhuoyu had invited him to a place like this as a way of surrendering, but he never expected this...

He watched Yan Zhuoyu's departing figure angrily, then rushed forward to grab her wrist.

Yan Zhuoyu smiled and ran while calling for help: "Help! Someone is trying to kill me."

She certainly didn't come alone; her bodyguards were already waiting outside.

The commotion they made successfully attracted the attention of those around them, especially the waiter from before.

Yan Zhuoyu deliberately slowed her pace and stopped in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling window to make sure the surveillance cameras could capture everything.

Director Wang caught up with her, grabbed her clothes, and roared, "You shameless bitch, I'll make you beg for mercy on your knees today!"

He raised his hand, ready to slap Yan Zhuoyu hard across the face.

Yan Zhuoyu subconsciously closed her eyes. The bodyguard she had imagined did not appear, nor did the slap land on her face.

A familiar yet indifferent voice rang in my ears, and the cool, pleasant scent of pine wood filled the air, dispelling the sour taste of preserved plums.

"Say it again, who do you want to kneel down and beg for mercy?"