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The fans were emotionally charged, acting impulsively.
Since Nie Yi didn’t come on stage, some couldn’t help but shout angrily: "Stay away from our Moon!"
"Exactly! Why hurt the Moon? She’s so wonderful!"
Nie Yi stood alone on stage, facing the crowd's hostility, his smile never fading.
In the front row, a few spectators watched silently, even Yun Xiaoxiao, who had previously cried out in anger, now bit her Lip Petals tightly as she observed.
Once the crowd had vented their frustrations enough to shout, Nie Yi finally picked up the microphone: "Your Moon is indeed amazing. She can easily ignite your passion with her impromptu songs; she has talent and deserves your admiration.
But you’ve misunderstood one thing: the reason the Moon shines for you is that the night allows it. Sheng Entertainment exists because of the Moon; it is a confinement, not a vessel. Hmm, I think she’s been a bit tired lately. All her engagements for this month have been canceled. The Moon will thank you."
With a carefree smile, Nie Yi turned away, leaving behind a silence that quickly erupted into angry shouts.
The break room was in chaos as Yun Zhi Yue and Nie Yi grabbed anything they could throw at each other, attacking relentlessly.
With nothing left to throw, they resorted to pulling at each other with their hands. Nie Yi didn’t truly want to hurt her; he just enjoyed the thrill of their tussle.
Yun Zhi Yue felt like steam was about to burst from her head: "Get away, you crazy dog!" Grabbing Nie Yi's hair, she yanked hard.
Nie Yi's eyelid twitched; when did this girl learn to fight dirty? To prevent going bald, he stopped holding back and pinned her against the wall, trapping her in his embrace.
He bit down on her exposed shoulder, sinking his teeth into her flesh.
Damn it, Nie Yi! Have you regressed to communicating like a dog?
Nie Yi indeed let go of his restraint; seeing the blood from his bite brought a flash of satisfaction to his eyes as he remained still on top of her, subdued.
"Yun Zhi Yue, why are you so fierce? You won’t even listen to my proposal; I have so much I want to say."
Thinking back to Yue Tong, Yun Zhi Yue felt utterly drained.
With a sigh, she said softly: "Nie Yi, you can’t give me the future I want; let go."
A bloody glint flashed in Nie Yi’s eyes; his refusal was already an answer.
Yun Zhi Yue’s face fell in despair; she knew it was useless—communication was impossible with him. He clung to her like a plague, driving her mad!
At the entrance of the lounge, Yun Xiaoxiao was filled with anxiety but was blocked by Nie Yi's lackey. A row of men in black stood at the door, led by a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the notorious lawyer Zhang Song. He was infamous for being a legal mercenary, willing to defend anyone for the right price, and his record of losses was remarkably low. He specialized in handling various issues for Nie Yi.
"Miss Yun, you can wait a moment. Mr. Nie is currently in a meeting discussing future business matters. This is a commercial operation, and it's not convenient for outsiders to enter," Zhang Song said smoothly.
Yun Xiaoxiao widened her eyes in disbelief. "What nonsense are you talking about? What commercial operation? What business discussions could possibly take place on someone else's territory? This is my property! Do I need to report to you just to enter?"
Ji Yan narrowed his Peach Blossom Eyes, emanating an air of pressure. Zhang Song's gaze flickered as he noticed Jian Qinzhi and Lu Chuan approaching. He immediately smiled and said, "Ah, so this is Ji Ye's territory. You can enter without any problem. But are you sure you want to go in? If you see something, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to Miss Yun?"
"What are you babbling about? As if I've done something wrong! Good brothers, it's been a while," Nie Yi's voice came from inside as the door swung open. He sat casually on a collapsed cabinet, smoking a cigarette, his wrinkled shirt collar wide open and visible scratch marks on his neck. His posture was relaxed, though his hair looked like a bird's nest.
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