The producers were instantly bewildered, and the directors present began to stand up, intending to pull people apart.
Chaos ensued.
"Grab Jiang Mian for , bring her over here to kowtow several tis. Otherwise, this matter won’t be easily resolved, and this movie won’t be fild either. Withdraw the investnt!"
Qi Ping was both the main actor and an investor in this movie.
As soon as these words ca out, the producers and the director beca disoriented, their gazes turning toward Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian’s beautiful eyes shone piercingly, her slender back proud and radiant, "In your dreams."
Just as a few n started walking toward Jiang Mian, the doors of the banquet hall opened.
All eyes turned to look.
Jiang Mian also subconsciously looked up, and the first thing she saw was that handso face.
Fu Sichen wore an exquisitely tailored black suit, his figure elongate and under the lights, a certain fear-inducing frostiness was partially concealed by a halo of radiance.
Bodyguards trailed behind him, surrounding him, that presence giving off an indescribable sense of oppression.
Wen Qianning caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of the woman nearby, her red lips curving slightly.
The support had arrived.
"Isn’t that President Fu? What is he doing here?"
"Yeah, I rember he wasn’t invited."
"I have a bad premonition about this."
The people present all wore different expressions, but Qi Ping didn’t care who anyone was, his face seething with rage as he glared at Jiang Mian: "If you don’t apologize today, don’t even think about leaving this door."
"Or else—"
The man suddenly smirked with a hint of malice: "Spend one night with , and I’ll—"
"Slap! Slap!"
Before Qi Ping could finish his sentence, a figure flashed through the air and two crisp, satisfying slaps were heard.
The hall fell silent, everyone too stunned to react.
Two symtrical, swollen red slap marks were already imprinted on Qi Ping’s face.
!!!!!
Everyone recognized Fu Sichen and saw clearly that the person who had struck was none other than one of the bodyguards beside him.
This was...
What was happening now?
Qi Ping was hit so hard that his head buzzed twice, nearly losing his balance, and in that mont, he completely lost it, trapped in his own world, regardless of who was around him.
"Who the hell is this brat? Where are my bodyguards, what, are you vegetarians?!"
Qi Ping’s bodyguards looked at each other, hesitant to move.
Qi Ping might not recognize him, but that didn’t an they didn’t know who he was, especially given that President Fu had a military background, and the bodyguards with him were well-known in the field.
The director and producers were already sweating bullets.
Fu Sichen’s gaze landed on the young girl beside him, walking straight over to pick her up and sit down on the sofa with her quite naturally, a trace of heartache crossing his features.
The familiar scent enveloped her, and Jiang Mian’s heart settled down a bit.
Fu Sichen played with Jiang Mian’s hair, his throat emanating a deep chuckle steeped in mockery, "Not just any brat. Just Jiang Mian’s husband, here to take up her grievances."
Holy shit?!!!
Husband?!
Aside from Wen Qianning, who wasn’t particularly surprised, the faces of everyone present were quite a sight to behold.
Nearby, Qi Ping’s assistant, with sharp foresight, tugged on Qi Ping who was about to explode: "Teacher Qi, this is President Fu, who has been dominating the financial sector for more than half the year."
Qi Ping’s expression suddenly shifted.
He might not recognize the man, but he had heard the na many tis before.
"Did he bully you?"
Jiang Mian, soft and pliant, leaned into Fu Sichen’s embrace, her voice tenderly complaining, "He was being condescending, even belittling my parents, and just now, he bullied and Sister Qianning..."
The drama was unfolding swiftly, with even a mist forming in her beautiful eyes.
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