Si Nanchen couldn’t contain the rage boiling within him.
He was truly furious. If the person inside was Zhuang Shuqing, he swore he would tear that bastard to pieces with his own hands!
With such thoughts, his pace quickened. The person in charge following behind him didn’t know what was happening and could only hurry to keep up.
Upon reaching the door of that room, which was next to the makeup room, Si Nanchen’s wrath intensified.
When he had just come out of the makeup room, not a single person had told him that the film producer was in the next room. Otherwise, he would have kicked the door open long ago, without wasting so much time on the way.
The person in charge didn’t know his thoughts and discreetly wiped the sweat from his brow, silently praying in his heart: Hopefully, what’s happening inside isn’t as bad as he imagined.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the entire set.
Almost everyone looked over in this direction, and upon recognizing their trusted boss, they were all surprised.
But Si Nanchen couldn’t care less about them and kicked the door ferociously again.
Just as he was about to kick for the third time, the door opened, revealing a fat, flushed face. Annoyed at being disturbed, the man didn’t even glance at the newcomer before bellowing, "Who the fuck is kicking the door? Don’t you know I’m enjoying myself in here?"
"Fuck! Open your damn eyes and see clearly who your daddy is!"
Si Nanchen swore that this was the first time in his life he had ever been talked to . His already surging anger had reached a tipping point and was about to explode with the slightest touch.
The producer Mr. Wang impatiently looked over, "Daring to claim you’re my dad in front of me, you son of a b... boss... boss..."
As his voice trailed off, Si Nanchen kicked straight at that round beer belly.
Unforeseeably, the kick sent Mr. Wang tumbling to the floor, inadvertently blocking the entrance.
Seeing this, Si Nanchen kicked him in the stomach again, demanding, "Get the hell out of my way!" not even giving Mr. Wang the chance to cry out in pain.
"Bo... boss, don’t be angry, I... I’m moving."
The person in charge behind felt his back drenched with sweat, soaking his entire shirt, even though it was deep autumn and he felt unbearably hot. He thought that if Si Nanchen kicked a third time, he would definitely jump in to stop it, because if someone died, he wouldn’t even have a place to cry.
Mr. Wang struggled to shift aside, barely making any room on his first attempt. Seeing Si Nanchen’s foot poised to kick again, he moved quickly, finally clearing a meter of space, then flopped onto the ground motionless. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⸺fire.net
The first thing Si Nanchen did upon entering the room was to look for Zhuang Shuqing, but instead of finding her, he found two women.
Two women, bound and naked, were tied to sofas. Cloth gags stuffed in their mouths, their hands bound behind their backs, and feet tied together, each thrown onto separate sofas.
Seeing someone enter, they looked up with pleading eyes, while their faces were flushed with shame and indignation.
Si Nanchen strode in, looking back and forth at their faces without a sidelong glance, casually removed the cloth from one of the women’s mouths, and asked anxiously, "Just the two of you? Where is Zhuang Shuqing?"
"Mr. Si, it’s me, Tan Biyang, Little Yang. Please untie me, or at least get me a piece of clothing," Tan Biyang said, nearly in tears. She glanced at the woman on the opposite sofa, "And get one for her, too."