Chapter 200: 200 Are we just letting him go like that? Chapter 200: 200 Are we just letting him go like that? The night had fallen, and the lights were on at the “Smoke” film set.
At that time, Gu Chengyu’s team was accompanying him to an interview with the press.
When asked about An Lan, Gu Chengyu had originally kept silent. However, his mother couldn’t resist the urge to spill the beans every time. In the end, Gu Chengyu could only nod in agreement and admit that what Vice President Qin of Yilong had said was all true.
The scenes for both lead characters were scheduled for tonight, so Chen Beini was also present.
When she saw Gu Chengyu nod, she pointed a middle finger at him and yelled, “An Lan didn’t threaten you, she dug up your ancestors’ graves!”
Everyone was confronted with an awkward situation. At that moment, Gu Chengyu’s mother approached Chen Beini and said to her, “What’s the matter? Unhappy to see my son turning the tables?”
Chen Beini let out a cold laugh and responded to Gu Chengyu’s mother, “Whether your son turns the tables or not is of little concern to me. I just despise him from the bottom of my heart. A ‘momma’s boy’. Tomorrow I’ll go to the temple to pray, hoping that you and your son will spend life after life together, and never harm anyone else. Also, just so you know, I’m getting back my number one spot. No matter how popular or successful your son becomes, he will always be number two, below me. So would you please show some respect next time you see me, you old witch? I’m not like An Lan; I have fans to back me up.”
After speaking her mind, Chen Beini huffed and rose from her chair.
Yesterday, without any backup, she had to put up with the anger. But thinking about her CP currently being trapped in deep waters, Chen Beini could explode at any minute.
Late at night, around nine o’clock, near a high-end community.
As a blue Mercedes drove into an unnamed street, it was intercepted at the intersection by a motorcycle. Huo Zhao, dressed in a black tank top and with his cap brim pulled down, sat on the motorcycle, blocking any way for the car to pass.
The car owner tried to get out, but was kicked back in by Shi Lan wearing a baseball cap. She then leaned over to the car window and said, “Mind opening the door?”
By the dim light, the car owner recognized Shi Lan’s face and exclaimed, “It’s you…”
“It’s me,” said Shi Lan, then glanced around and asked, “If you don’t mind being discovered, we can continue chatting .”
The man, aware of the scandal surrounding Shi Lan, hurriedly unlocked the door, allowing Shi Lan to get in.
Shi Lan took the opportunity to slip a recording pen under the car owner’s seat, and then said, “You were also at that dinner, we all know what the truth is. Are you also going to aid Vice President Qin and Gu Chengyu in their oppression?”
The pudgy driver gripped the steering wheel, his face a study in helplessness: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The dinner you mentioned, Vice President Qin has already clarified everything to the media.”
Shi Lan sneered and raised her wrist to reveal a ferocious scar, then questioned, “Do you know what it feels like to be cyberbullied? It’s when no matter where you go, there are people who dislike you, curse you, hate you; they send you threatening letters, dead rats, and even funeral wreaths to your home. Do you realize this could very well drive me to attempt suicide a second time? You have a wife and daughter; don’t you feel the slightest bit of remorse? That day, you all saw everything with your own eyes; it was nothing like what Vice President Qin claimed.”
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Please stop asking me,” he insisted.
“It seems you are looking forward to receiving my dead body…” Having said that, Shi Lan did not trouble him further and got out of the car.
Huo Zhao also moved his motorcycle out of the way.
The pudgy driver was seriously frightened and quickly started the car to leave. At that moment, Sun Ling emerged from the shadows and asked, “Big Boss, are we really letting him go just like that? We got nothing out of him.”
Shi Lan simply smiled without a word and took Sun Ling to the next destination, which was the entrance to the pudgy man’s community.
This time, the man asked with resignation, “What do you want now?” while propping open his car window.
“Nothing much, it’s just… I left something in your car.” Shi Lan opened his car door, picked up the recording pen, and in front of the man, played the recording.
Since these two executives were Vice President Qin’s lackeys, they would certainly report Shi Lan’s visit to Vice President Qin.
Out of guilt and fear, especially since Shi Lan threatened suicide, a normal person can usually not bear the pressure of a human life.
So Shi Lan had deliberately given him a chance to make a phone call, intercepting him twice. With the Big Boss’s calculations of the pudgy man’s driving speed and the distance to his home, it took astonishingly ten minutes to reach the entrance—what had he done with at least five minutes?
“Vice President Qin, that woman came to block me, wanted me to help clear her name. But I did exactly as you ordered, claiming I knew nothing. However, she seems triggered and wants to commit suicide. Vice President Qin, with what we’re doing, could we end up killing someone? I’m a bit… scared,” the man said on the recording.
The voice from the recording pen played just that, the first sentence.