In the blink of an eye, Bi Yao Film and Television Company was about to open.
At the opening ceremony, all the big names in the entertainment industry gathered together, engaging in elegant conversation and indulging in food and drink.
Ma Jinlian dressed lavishly, walking arm in arm with Song Jixiang in high heels.
This was a blatant slap in the face for Wang Qiang, and even more so for Chu Biyao.
Wang Qiang’s face darkened, and Director Luo Jian’an was seething with anger as well.
Because Ma Jinlian was Wang Qiang’s wife and had gotten involved with her agent Song Jixiang.
Wang Qiang and Director Luo are the two main pillars of Bi Yao Film and Television Company.
Ye Fan and Mengyao exchanged a glance, a flicker of dissatisfaction in their eyes. This was the opening of Bi Yao Film and Television Company, and this behavior completely disregarded Biyao. In front of the whole nation, if this situation was allowed to develop, the opening would be a laughing stock. What about the face of the nation’s goddess in the eyes of the public?
"Despicable." Chu Biyao was already furious.
"Goddess of the nation, hello, wishing your company’s grand opening and prosperity in advance." Song Jixiang greeted with a sly smile, extending his hand.
This scene became the focal point for reporters to capture and report.
Though a bit distanced, it didn’t hinder their imagination.
"See you on site, everyone take the rotten eggs, let’s smash these bastards to death."
Online, accompanied by live broadcasts, a slew of insults surged forth.
Chu Biyao ignored Song Jixiang’s hand and showed no intention of shaking hands, disdainfully saying, "I don’t shake hands with scumbags. You better disappear from my side, or I won’t mind having someone beat you up on the spot."
"Don’t ignore my goodwill. I honored you by offering a handshake. Who do you think you are to disregard me?" Song Jixiang was furious. In the past, as Wang Qiang’s agent, he was just a minor character. But now, Biyao dared to show him attitude, he was particularly resentful, and immediately yelled, "My uncle is Chang Hao, dare to offend me? Believe it or not, with one word from me, your company won’t make it. Don’t think you’re a goddess in the public eye, in my eyes, you’re just a stinking woman. Don’t know what’s good for you, I won’t let you off easily."
"Not any stray dog has the right to bark in front of me. Who do you think you are? Dare to utter another word, and I’ll make you regret it." Chu Biyao’s anger surged.
In another setting, or a place without people, she would have already ordered Han Bihong and others to take action.
However, now she couldn’t act casually. Hitting someone in front of the media would have terrible repercussions.
At the company’s opening ceremony, a celebratory and harmonious atmosphere was necessary. Besides, Song Jixiang had Chang Hao behind him, she had to endure; she absolutely couldn’t resort to violence.
"What should be done? This bastard Song Jixiang is stirring up trouble on purpose." Luo Jian’an worriedly thought.
"If it weren’t for me, the boss wouldn’t have been dragged down. Now, having offended the petty Song Jixiang will bring no small trouble." Wang Qiang was terribly worried, glancing at the complacent Ma Jinlian, utterly heartbroken, yet still seething with anger at her behavior.
"What can be done?" Mengyao whispered to herself.
"In this setting, hitting people openly would be extremely disadvantageous for Biyao. Even if action is taken, it must be done secretly." Ye Fan quietly said.
"Do you already have a plan?" Mengyao showed a look of expectation.
"There are plenty of solutions. Waiting a while to teach a lesson won’t be too late." Ye Fan said confidently.
"That’s good." Mengyao nodded, then softly advised her sister, "Sister, come sit here, what’s there to say to irrelevant people?"
Chu Biyao didn’t want to bother with Song Jixiang, yet the scumbag clung on like a leech, refusing to let go. How could she tolerate such a man continuously clamoring?
"You dare call me a stray dog, say I’m barking." Song Jixiang was enraged, as Biyao’s words made him furious, "I can’t believe that the goddess of the nation could be so uncultured, calling me names in front of everyone."
"Ah, isn’t this the top female entrepreneur? So, did the sister get upset and want to intervene because her little sister called names? Look at the occasion, look at who’s being cursed at. Afraid of embarrassment, afraid the company can’t open, right?" Ma Jinlian startles sarcastically, her eyes sweeping over Mengyao and Biyao with a mocking tone.
"Ma Jinlian, enough, who do you think you are, tarnished goods with a golden surface, you’re not even qualified to carry President Chu and the boss’s shoes, what gives you the right to speak here?" Wang Qiang angrily rebuked.
"You bastard, have the nerve to speak to me, believe me or not, I just need to say a word to my Jixiang and you’ll be blocked instantly." Ma Jinlian threatened, rubbing Song Jixiang’s arm with her chest.
Wang Qiang was so angry he felt like vomiting blood. The divorce wasn’t finalized yet, and this shameless woman was flirting with Song Jixiang in his face, which was utterly unbearable.