Chapter 117: Smash the Screen
Translator: _Min_
“What? It’s not Song Ling!”
With that exclamation, all eyes darted toward the large screen.
The man entwined with Jiang Yue was indeed not Song Ling, but rather, the stage director Sun Lin—a man of short stature with a chubby, round face, his round body full of fat.
The sight of Sun Lin’s corpulent body prompted many to stifle their gag reflexes. Yet, there was Jiang Yue, appearing to relish his touch, her hands wandering over him. In a coquettish tone, she asked, “Director Sun, could you give the lead role in the new play to Yueyue?”
Sun Lin let out a perverted laugh, tugging at Jiang Yue’s scant garment. However, his voice seemed to be filled with uncertainty. “The selection of the lead actress isn’t up to me, and the girl chosen is quite suited for the role.”
Understanding Sun Lin’s implication, Jiang Yue’s voice softened further as she reached below. “But Yueyue wants to play the lead too, and someone as influential as Director Sun can certainly help me get it.”
Sun Lin nodded. “I could help you get the role, but it would require some effort and connections…”
Upon hearing Sun Lin’s words, Jiang Yue immediately caught his drift. “Yueyue will take good care of Director Sun tonight, so you won’t be so tired. By the way, we haven’t played with little toys for a long time. Would you like to try them with Yueyue tonight?”
Sun Lin eagerly responded, “Okay.”
He then hurried to a cabinet and pulled out a box.
Just as people were wondering what was inside, the camera graciously zoomed in. The sight of an assortment of provocative toys, and the man using them on Jiang Yue, left everyone stunned.
“I had heard rumors that Director Sun had some peculiar fetishes, but 1 never thought they would be true!”
“So Jiang Yue really did sleep her way to roles?”
“I feel sick. After seeing this, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat for days!”
“Yueyue can’t possibly be this kind of person. She’s been well-off since childhood; why would she do such a disgusting thing just for a lead role?”
Jiang Yue’s expression turned somber. Back when her family had faced financial ruin, drowning in a sea of debts, she had resorted to such compromising methods to secure roles from directors. Had she known then that she could effortlessly ensnare Song Ling and become the lady of the Song household, she never would have stooped so low.
But what did it matter if the video was exposed?
They had believed her once before, during the nightclub fiasco, thinking her an innocent victim. They would believe her again.
These gullible fools would never doubt her.
Comforted by this thought, Jiang Yue’s nervous tension eased. She turned to Song Ling, her eyes brimming with a manufactured innocence. “Brother Song Ling, the video I prepared has been tampered with. Someone is clearly targeting me.”
Song Ling nodded, appearing to take her at her word, although the look he gave her was tinged with complexity. He then turned to Zhao Xuan and ordered, “Have someone shut down that screen.”
Zhao Xuan hurried off, only to return less than a minute later, his face twisted in consternation. “Mr. Song, the host says they’ve tried to shut it down, but even a hard reset won’t work.”
Song Ling’s brow furrowed even more, as if he could crush a fly in the creases of his forehead. “Can’t you people just cut off the electricity?”
Zhao Xuan spoke softly, “Sir, you’ve already cut the power. The screen is a standalone unit; it doesn’t require an external power source.”
It was as if a fire began to smolder deep within Song Ling. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he issued his command, “Then smash the screen.”
Zhao Xuan hesitated, thinking of the screen’s exorbitant cost, but Song Ling’s icy glare silenced him. “Yes.”
No sooner had Zhao Xuan spoken than he quickly assembled a team. Armed with hammers, they commenced a noisy assault on the large screen.
Observing this spectacle, Zhang Hua couldn’t resist a sneer. “So, you can’t shut down the video and you opt to destroy the screen instead? Tsk, tsk. That screen must be worth a fortune. But then again, to cover up this level of humiliation, it’s probably worth it. Otherwise, the Song family would never be able to hold their heads high in their social circles again..”