Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lin Xinbei burst out angrily, “Do you fucking want to survive in the entertainment industry or not! Can’t you restrain yourself a little? You actually pushed the little vixen off in public! Rong Yan, just wait, that witch from the Li Family won’t let you off easily. Your scandals are going to be plastered everywhere very soon.”
Rong Yan, leisurely leaning back in the chair, idly cleaned his ear, “No need to wait, Rong Weiwei has already put my dirt out there. I’ve just refreshed the news and saw it.”
Everything from hospital pregnancy tests at 18, to sleeping her way up the ranks, to bullying her younger sister, and even a few blurry photos of Rong Yan beating Rong Weiwei on set.
Soon, hashtags like #PityVIVI and #RongYanGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry started trending.
Rong Weiwei would never pass up a chance to nail her coffin shut, seizing the opportunity to smear her thoroughly so that she wouldn’t have the chance to recover before fading into obscurity.
Lin Xinbei was at a loss for words, “And you still…” Courting death. He couldn’t bear to say it.
This woman is too fucking good at courting death!
Knowing full well that Rong Weiwei should not be provoked, she still took her head-on. Give her a pair of pants, and she’d probably wear them outside to soar to the heavens.
“I can’t swallow this insult.”
Rong Yan’s response was simple.
Too simple, so straightforward it barely needed an adjective.
She couldn’t swallow the insult. Sure, she had other means to deal with Rong Weiwei, but she wouldn’t. She wanted to show Rong Weiwei to her face that she was back.
“You!” Lin Xinbei, infuriated to the point of madness, “Right, where’s Duidui? Have you contacted Duidui? Did you really ruthlessly abandon him at the Li Family’s?”
Just then, Rong Yan’s phone started ringing, another call coming in.
“Hold on, I need to take this call.”
“Don’t change the subject on me, every time I ask about Duidui, you dodge the question.”
“I really do have a call. I’ll get back to you afterward.”
Rong Yan’s finger slid over the answer button, the caller was an unknown number, “Hello?”
It was a man’s voice, not unpleasant to hear.
“Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Cui from Kangfei Hospital. I was the one who treated Miss Rong last night in an emergency.”
For a moment, the image of a noble and composed figure flashed through Rong Yan’s mind…
She quickly shook her head to dispel the image and regained her composure, “Hello. What can I do for you?”
The voice of Cui Jiangjing carried a hint of amusement, trying to sound serious, “Well, Miss Rong, you have yet to settle your treatment fees from last night. Could you come by the hospital to take care of that, please?”
“Since we don’t have Miss Rong’s address, I had to call the number that the nurse noted down last night.”
Rong Yan looked sullen, “Are you sure my treatment fees haven’t been settled?”
Li Shengxiao took her to the hospital and didn’t pay the bill? This…
Rong Yan doubted her own ears.
“Is it inconvenient for Miss Rong?”
Rong Yan felt embarrassed, as they were insistent on collecting the money; it wouldn’t be appropriate to refuse, “It’s alright. Sorry for the inconvenience, I’ll come over right away.”
“Good, Miss Rong, please come directly to the neurology department to find me when you arrive.”
Rong Yan ended the call and told the cab driver, “Sir, could you turn around? I need to go to Kangfei Hospital.”
Elsewhere, in the neurology department’s office at Kangfei Hospital, a handsome man with peach blossom eyes, looking every part the genteel doctor in his white coat, put down his phone, spun his chair around, and gave an OK gesture with a mischievous smile to the man opposite him, “Done, I’ve lured her here for you.”