Chapter 695: Chapter 695: The Face Is Almost Slapped into Ruins Chapter 695: Chapter 695: The Face Is Almost Slapped into Ruins Bai Chuwei eyed Su Qiuqiu with suspicion, thinking the girl hadn’t given up her thieving ambitions, still hoping Duan Feihan would beco her spiritual partner?
Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Feihan with a forced smile, her tone light, “President Duan, you’re quite popular, with many admirers.”
Was Duan Feihan using his actions to prove to his ancestors that they were unwilling to be his, Duan Sishen’s, spiritual partner, as if there were plenty of vixens fighting to be it?
Duan Feihan remained silent, as if he hadn’t said anything.
That tone, so sour it could curdle milk.
The corners of Duan Feihan’s mouth curved slightly, about to speak, when suddenly his eyes sharpened.
He abruptly raised his left hand, and both Bai Chuwei and Su Qiuqiu’s gazes shifted to his wrist. The light brown thread of the Sandalwood Buddhist Beads suddenly snapped, the beads rolling down along the broken gold thread, clunking dully upon the dry ground as they fell.
The Buddha Beads… had broken.
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The performance continued unabated at the reception, with bursts of applause and cheers from the audience heard from ti to ti.
Dressed in old-age makeup, Liu Yuyou stord backstage with a sullen face, one hand supporting her waist, striding quickly.
Tong Qingyan followed with a pained expression, steeling herself as she caught up, “Senior Liu Yuyou, Senior Liu Yuyou!”
It was like seeing a ghost; she had pushed and pinched the very scriptwriter she should have been trying to please!
Now she was done for.
If she truly offended Liu Yuyou, it would take but a word from her to change the director of “Records of the Mountain Moon,” and she’d be finished.
If it weren’t for Bai Chuwei…
Again because of Bai Chuwei! Why was she always crossing paths with her?
The more Tong Qingyan called out, the faster Liu Yuyou walked.
It wasn’t until there was no more path ahead that Liu Yuyou stopped.
Tong Qingyan wailed, catching up to her, with tears dangling from her long lashes, choking up, “Senior Liu Yuyou, I didn’t know it was you, I thought it was Bai Chuwei, I’m sorry, I’m really very sorry.”
Liu Yuyou, rubbing her waist sore from Tong Qingyan’s pinch, scoffed, “If sorry was useful, what would we need the police for?”
The students who followed understood it was about to get dramatic.
Tong Qingyan cursed Bai Chuwei in her mind for setting her up and started weighing the pros and cons in her rapidly whirring brain.
Only by entering the entertainnt industry could she make money quickly in a short ti, and missing out on the remake of “Records of the Mountain Moon” might an not getting another chance…
Tong Qingyan bit her lip, made a ruthless decision, and slapped her own ticulously made-up face hard. Instantly, her face swelled red as if stung by a bee.
“I’m sorry, Senior Liu, I was wrong just now!”
All the students backstage gasped, their eyes wide as they stared at Tong Qingyan’s reddening cheeks.
The flower of the finance departnt… a capable person indeed!
Truly able to bend and stretch!
A female hero.
That apology was unflinchingly sincere.
Liu Yuyou was also stunned by Tong Qingyan’s act, knowing full well that Tong Qingyan was just an unlucky sod, and to bla was that witch Bai Chuwei who had taken her place on stage without being controlled!
Seeing Tong Qingyan slap herself, Liu Yuyou’s anger dissipated by more than half.
After all, she was a recognized talent from the Chinese departnt, and she would be continuing the writing for “Records of the Mountain Moon” soon. If she was too unforgiving with so many witnesses, it would be quite ungracious if it got out.
Liu Yuyou’s expression was indifferent, “Forget it, I’m not angry.”
Tong Qingyan imdiately relaxed.
Liu Yuyou took out her phone from her bag as it vibrated suddenly, seeing a WeChat ssage from the director’s assistant.
As she read it, she couldn’t help but shriek, “They want to suspend signing the scriptwriting contract with ?”
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