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The artist had heard of Zhou Qianyi; he was known to be ruthless. Rumors circulated that he could push his own siblings, even his parents, to the brink, leaving them in dire situations. He was just a powerless artist, and she dared not confront Zhou Qianyi.
All she could do was seek help from the studio's manager, hoping for assistance. There were two managers at the studio; Song Lan had a direct connection with Zhou Qianyi. After some thought, the artist chose to call Song Lan.
After listening to the artist's account, Song Lan asked, "Why did you go home with Manager Zhou?"
"I... I didn't intend to go home with him. I was startled in the private room and felt very nervous. By the time I realized what was happening, the car had already driven into Manager Zhou's villa. I thought about leaving immediately because there were employees discussing matters with Manager Zhou. At that moment, I hadn't even thanked him yet and just followed them into the villa's living room."
"Are you still trying to tell me things that might benefit you?"
When Song Lan first interacted with Zhou Qianyi, she thought he was like a living king of hell, indifferent to everyone. However, after they recognized each other, Zhou Qianyi treated her and Tong Tong with great care. Through their interactions and understanding, she had long lost her prejudice against him and only felt deep sympathy.
She always hoped that a girl could enter Zhou Qianyi's heart, heal him, and pull him out of the mire of life. She understood that such a person was rare; Zhou Qianyi was not a suitable match.
She never introduced girls to him because she didn't want to waste any girl's life. Previously, while chatting with Mong Si about Zou Yang, it was merely her own beautiful wish.
She had seen Zou Yang; she was a girl who would be hard to notice in a crowd. Zhou Qianyi treated Zou Yang differently from others. As for how he treated her differently, Song Lan couldn't quite articulate it, but based on the frequency of their interactions, it seemed Zou Yang was allowed to approach him. Perhaps there was something special about Zou Yang that Song Lan didn't know.
Although Zou Yang wasn't particularly striking in appearance, she gave Song Lan a sense of reliability. It was just an odd pairing: a man who resembled someone with social anxiety versus a rigid academic girl; even in the most imaginative scripts, such a couple didn't exist. She wanted this pairing to become real in life, which posed some difficulty.
Given the relationship between Zhou Qianyi and Song Lan, if he wanted the artist to withdraw from the industry, Song Lan wouldn't stop him. She knew this female artist was already finished and no longer cared about her affairs; instead, she pondered over Zhou Qianyi and Zou Yang.
With an authoritative tone that transmitted through the phone line to the artist's ear, she said firmly, "Sister Song Lan, I'm telling you the truth; I..."
In the entertainment industry, without fame or background, at this point, Song Lan was her last lifeline. She gritted her teeth but couldn't confess to Song Lan that she wanted to get involved with Zhou Qianyi and had gone home with him into the villa.
Song Lan didn't want to hear her excuses. "Do you want me to call Manager Zhou?"
"Sister Song Lan, I... even if I went through great lengths to get close to Manager Zhou without getting out of the car and accidentally got photographed by paparazzi coming out of his house, I shouldn't have to withdraw from the industry directly."
"I don't like artists who act on their own accord and have their own little schemes. The studio has its development plans for artists. If you have opinions or dissatisfaction, you can bring them up with us; don't try to be clever on your own. We made this clear when you signed your contract with Luan Shan."
“At that time, you all agreed to behave properly. We are all adults, and if we make mistakes, we must accept the consequences.”
In the past, when Song Lan managed artists, some of them liked to climb the social ladder. Once they reached a higher status, they would start causing trouble, making them difficult to manage. To prevent such situations, during contract signing, Song Lan and Luan Shan would clearly explain the company’s rules to the artists.
If they had ulterior motives to climb higher, they could automatically terminate their contracts with the company. They would not make things difficult for them; there would be no need to pay double the penalty for breach of contract. It would be a clean break, allowing both parties to part ways amicably.
Now that the artist had breached the contract, there was nothing more to discuss; they would proceed according to the rules. Song Lan did not waste any more time with the artist and instructed them to go to the company tomorrow to sign the termination agreement before hanging up the phone.
She noticed the doctor and nurse entering the next room and followed them in.
Inside the room, Mong Si was removing the cast from his leg when the doctor quickly stepped forward to stop him. “Your leg is fractured…”
“Get out of my way!” Mong Si's expression was dark.
He had a locator on him, and if he didn’t take it out now, that person would find him again soon. This was a hassle he needed to resolve!
After waking up, he began searching for the tracker on his body. He had checked his upper body but found no hard lumps under his skin; that thing could only be on his legs. As he removed the cast, a caregiver in the room pressed the call button for a doctor and nurse.
Mong Si was filled with a heavy resentment from years of hardship. When he raised his hand to look at the doctor who was trying to stop him from moving, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, causing the doctor’s hand to freeze in mid-air. “You… your legs are seriously injured. If you keep moving around, it could worsen your condition and lead to infection.”
Mong Si remained silent and continued his actions.
Song Lan stepped forward and asked, “What’s going on?”
Tong Tong had been hospitalized for several days, so the doctors and nurses recognized her. Mong Si looked similar to Zhu Junjie, and knowing that Song Lan was acquainted with Mong Si, they hurriedly sought her help.
Seeing Song Lan approach, Mong Si did not stop his movements. He roughly tore off the cast from his legs and tossed it aside. The locator inside him was placed there by Island Master's Daughter; thinking about the inhumane torment he had endured and those humiliating days turned him into an enraged lion ready to tear something apart just to quell the uncontrollable hatred within him.
The doctor and nurse made way for Song Lan as she approached the bedside and saw Mong Si pressing down hard on his leg.
Song Lan intervened, saying, “Your leg is injured; you can’t move around like that.”
Mong Si's leg had previously been broken by a metal pipe, and later he was brutally treated by a group of impostors posing as Interpol agents. His leg was covered in injuries, displaying a horrifying shade of purple and severely swollen.
Mong Si's movements were akin to self-harm; sometimes he pressed on a spot as if the pressure wasn't enough, maintaining a serious expression while pressing down repeatedly. He seemed oblivious to the pain, only furrowing his brows and sweating profusely, with no visible signs of suffering on his face. Song Lan couldn't help but suspect that he, like Zhu Junjie, had a special constitution.
Every time the doctor saw him press down, their heart would skip a beat. Mong Si was staying in a hospital room where the patients were either wealthy or influential. The attending physician was worried that something might happen to him, fearing they would be held responsible, causing cold sweat to drip continuously down their back.
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