Chapter 112: Restraining Addiction Are you worth a million a night?

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Huang Yutong sensed her impatient gaze, and her face turned cold, but her voice remained sweet as she spoke to the man on the other end of the phone, "Brother, I accidentally crashed my car, and the right headlight seems to be broken. Could you come and take a look at how to fix it? It just so happens that we know each other; we're from the same film crew."

The person on the other end asked, "Where are you?"

"It's right here at the intersection, very close to the clubhouse. You've already arrived, haven't you?"

"Okay, wait."

A very deep male voice.

"Then I'll wait for you."

Huang Yutong unconsciously spoke with a coquettish tone, her voice perfectly intimate, like that of a couple in love.

After hanging up, he glanced at Wen Yining a couple more times. "Why don't you get out first? Aren't you going to come and see what's going on? Isn't this the company car?"

The sounds of bustling traffic could be heard not far away. This place was quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. Wen Yining couldn't hear the voice of the person opposite her, but as if she had a premonition, her heart was beating unusually fast and she couldn't calm down.

Let me tell you beforehand, "You don't have to pay anything. We have insurance, so what are you worried about? Just take a picture. There are surveillance cameras around here, and neither of us is injured."

"Don't go."

Huang Yutong clung to the car window, saying, "I haven't taken any pictures yet. What if you try to extort money from me later? The car isn't cheap."

The Alphard she drives is considered a standard chauffeur-driven car for top celebrities, costing a little over a million yuan. The Porsche 911 is a bit more expensive, costing a little over a hundred, almost two hundred.

She didn't remember Shen Yueze owning this car, a 918, the model worth over ten million.

However, she might not have driven them all; he has more than one garage, and she hasn't seen them all.

Huang Yutong didn't make a good impression on her on set, and she didn't want to get involved, but this person was particularly persistent and insisted that her boyfriend come over.

She waited, not moving, and sent Feng Yan a message: "[Huang Yutong scratched the back of my car, it's not serious, just a scratch on the paint.]"

Feng Yan had already arrived at the private room when the phone rang. "Are you alright? How did you get hit?"

"I'm fine. I'll go over there in a bit when her boyfriend comes over."

"It's good that you're not hurt. Oh right, buy some hangover medicine beforehand, I think I'll be drinking tonight."

"You're going to force me to drink again."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone tried to pull the car door from the outside, but it wouldn't open. Then, the person reached their forearm through the open window, easily unlocked the door, and pulled it open.

Wen Yining's gaze was fixed on the arm—lean and strong, with faint blue veins that exuded power. She moved her gaze down the arm to his face, which remained expressionless. She raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. "Get out of the car."

Her heart was pounding uncontrollably, and her emotions began to fluctuate. Feng Yan asked her for her location on the other end of the line, but when she didn't reply, he hung up.

"So fast."

It's no surprise that he's found a new love so quickly.

She looked at Huang Yutong again, who grabbed her wrist and led her to the spot where the two cars had collided. "I was so scared just now. She braked so fast that I didn't even have time to react."

Shen Yueze looked down at the car headlights and asked, "Just got your driver's license?"

"No, but I haven't driven it many times. Oh right, she's from our crew. I ran into her on set these past few days. This car belongs to Feng Yan. At first, I thought it was Feng Yan's, thinking I'd finally found a chance to ride on his popularity. I opened the window, but it wasn't him."

If she were to collide with someone as popular as Feng Yan, she could experience trending on social media that very day.

Wen Yining came down with her phone and stood to the side of the two of them, her gaze falling on the hand on his arm—

Huang Yutong took his arm, their movements intimate and natural. He, on the other hand, had his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent. He was wearing a trendy brand of clothes and shoes that she had never seen before. As he walked over, he exuded the fragrance of Napoleon water, which smelled very nice. He looked clean and refreshed, clearly someone who showered and changed clothes every day and was very hygienic.

It seems you've been doing quite well these past few days.

After she left, he wasn't affected at all. He continued to live his life as a rich young master, knowing that money was all he needed and that there was nothing he couldn't buy.

She said, "Why don't you check your dashcam footage? Besides, in rear-end collisions, it's almost always the fault of the car behind."

He asked, "Whose car is this?"

His gaze slowly swept over her entire body, finally settling on her legs in her school uniform skirt, where a band-aid was stuck on her knee. His eyes were devoid of warmth.

"Fengyan Company provided it to him."

She asked the same question, "What about 911, yours?"

He didn't reply. Huang Yutong's phone rang, and the crew urged her to go. In the end, they didn't call the traffic police and settled the matter privately.

Shen Yueze transferred some money to her as a car repair fee.

The chat history is still stuck on the last time we were on the island, without even saying goodbye.

She checked the receipt; it was just the right amount, enough to repaint the Alphard. Huang Yutong had a car accident, and he paid for it—that's exactly what a boyfriend should do.

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She lingered a while while parking, deliberately avoiding taking the elevator with the two of them. Actually, she hadn't planned to come today, and she had only recently met the other actors, so she wasn't familiar with them, except for Feng Yan.

As expected, nothing good came of it. Sometimes you have to trust your sixth sense. She stayed in the car for a while before getting out with her bag.

Once inside the private room, almost everyone was there: a producer, artists, and several investors, including Shen Yueze. Next to him sat Huang Yutong, who listened to people talking with a smirk, looking nonchalant. When she looked up at him, she was as indifferent as if she were looking at a stranger.

Feng Yan waved to her, "Ningning."

The waiter is pouring drinks for everyone.

Wen Yining walked over, and the empty seat to Feng Yan's left became available. She naturally sat down. "By the way, I sent you the video. Take a look. There was a rear-end collision. The person behind was Huang Yutong. She's a new driver and just got her license not long ago. She's not very skilled at driving on the road. Luckily, nothing serious happened."

The sound wasn't too loud or too soft; the two people could just hear it. Huang Yutong's expression wasn't very pleasant, and she retorted, "Aren't you a new driver too? A rear-end collision isn't just one person's responsibility, is it? I got my license when I was 18, okay? I've been in school and haven't had time to drive. Now that I'm on a film set, I don't need it anymore."

Wen Yining recalled how the people who had been in a minor car accident argued in the street. There were personal feelings involved, but she didn't want to talk about it at the restaurant. She handed the money to Feng Yan and said coldly, "Shen Yueze gave it to you, you can accept it."

"Why would I give it to you? Keep it. Just be careful next time. It's not the cost of repairs that matters, it's the danger."

Feng Yan didn't care about these things. He didn't care if his popularity was being used to promote his car. He met all sorts of people every day, but it was the people he knew well who made him feel at ease.

The tens of thousands of yuan were returned to Wen Yining. She didn't refuse anymore, and then took out the hangover candy she had just bought from her bag. "Eat some of this first, we'll be drinking later."

"Did you buy electrolyte water? That helps with hangovers too."

"I think it's in here."

She looked down at her phone, browsing today's news. Cheng Yuzhou also asked her if the matter was true or false, and told her to tell the truth.

As expected, the topic of the child once again became a trending topic. Marketing accounts spliced ​​together the couple's college photos and candid shots taken in the underground parking garage, intentionally attributing the aborted child to her.

They've certainly capitalized on the hype, but the criticism they're receiving is also mounting.

Feng Yan's female fans are still very extreme and crazy. They keep insulting her, cursing her whole family, opening boxes, digging up her private information, and spending money to buy gossip with people at school.

However, these were all attacks in the media. Without endorsements or resources, nothing affected her. On the contrary, she experienced the treatment of a top star.

Cheng Yuzhou wasn't worried at all, feeling that it didn't matter whether it was true or false. Being criticized would also generate buzz, and nothing was more terrifying than fading into obscurity.

She even had her agent teach her how to stage accidents and take more photos with Feng Yan, since once someone becomes famous, everything they do is right, and there are plenty of shameless celebrities out there.

She handed the page to Feng Yan, "Aren't you going to deal with it yet?"

He put down his wine glass and swiped the screen a few times. "I haven't been sleeping well these past few days. My company thinks it's a good thing. There are two sides to every story, right? Why don't you stay online for the next few days, uninstall Weibo, go on a trip, and in a month at most, netizens will forget about it. This industry changes so quickly, who remembers what was trending a year ago?"

"Too."

She was too embarrassed to say how Cheng Yuzhou had made her play the role of a scheming, manipulative ex-girlfriend.

"I'll give you 100,000 yuan. Go out and clear your head."

Feng Yan then forwarded it to her, reminding her, "However, don't send anything randomly, and don't respond to anything. The more you say, the more mistakes you'll make, especially about things from our university days. Don't tell anyone that I pursued you."

Wen Yining understood what he meant by giving her money—it was hush money. She chuckled and said, "Do you need to give me hush money? I wasn't the one who had the abortion. You should use this money to treat Li Yin and comfort her."

"Am I stupid? If I go to her now, wouldn't that make me look even more guilty? Let it be. She can't even expose the chat history, so who would believe it?"

"You're quite cautious; you even deleted the chat history."

"This is nothing,"

Feng Yan served her some food, saying, "Some people even have their assistants send private messages, leaving no evidence at all. Hey, you should be careful too, what if you become famous one day?"

"None of my boyfriends are after my money."

However, this reminder reminded her of her private affairs with Shen Yueze. They had even shared nude photos, so there were no secrets between them. But he wasn't short of money and wouldn't do anything like blackmail.

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During the meal, the producer, a smooth talker, went on to share gossip about the industry, including scandals involving many famous celebrities. In an attempt to appear knowledgeable and persuade others to invest, he drank one glass after another.

"Actually, film and television investment is very interesting. You invest in other things purely to make money, but with film and television, you can enjoy the process even if you don't make money. Culture has an upward social function..."

Huang Yutong poured wine for Shen Yueze and then gently clinked glasses with him. "Have you seen Director Lu's films? They've won many awards. He's going to select from newcomers for his next film. Someone like me, who doesn't have much experience, has a chance to be chosen. He's currently raising investment. If you invest, he might be able to get me a role."

Shen Kuo told her that her cousin was quite wealthy and willing to spend money on his relationship. He could easily invest in projects and then not have to worry about not having acting opportunities.

It's common for rich young men to keep female celebrities and internet influencers as mistresses; it's just small change for them.

After Huang Yutong finished speaking, she drank the red wine in her glass, then deliberately pulled down the collar of her T-shirt to reveal her obvious cleavage, and swept her long hair behind her back, perfectly showcasing her sexy figure.

He said, "I haven't seen it."

The producer continued to ramble on. Although he didn't know how much money the young master had, he could tell from a friend's introduction and the limited-edition Richard bracelet on his wrist that he was no ordinary person.

Huang Yutong took his hand and placed it on her fair and smooth thigh. His hands were very beautiful, with distinct knuckles. When he exerted force, you could see the light blue veins, which exuded hormones. She didn't know what year he was born, but he looked like he was in the prime of his life.

“I want to act, Shen Yueze. I’ve been working in the industry for five or six years, you know? But because I was naive at first and didn’t want to be subjected to unspoken rules or be kept by a sugar daddy, no one has ever promoted me. I will definitely make you pay back.”

Shen Yueze said lazily, "Why have you changed your mind now?"

"They've come to terms with reality."

Huang Yutong has beautiful eyes and a captivating voice. She wears low-waisted shorts with a tight T-shirt. The shorts are almost the same height as her underwear, ending at her hips. They are even shorter when she sits down, which easily makes men's imaginations run wild.

Shen Yueze felt a little irritated, not because of the person in front of him. He withdrew his hand, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and the producer lit it for him. He tilted his head, put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with someone else's light, took a deep drag, and then sighed softly.

"How about it, Shen Yueze? Think about it."

Huang Yutong rarely meets such a handsome guy and wants to seize the opportunity. She has dated before, and with her face, she doesn't need to use any seductive tricks; people just want to sleep with her.

But Shen Yueze, this young master, had seen too many beautiful women and didn't take them seriously at all.

He even took his hand off her thigh, which was a little surprising. Even if she didn't invest, she wouldn't mind taking advantage of him.

She felt that men liked to touch women's thighs, but did they restrain themselves because it was outside the home?

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Feng Yan was used to this and gestured for her to look, "You changed partners so quickly, that's unreliable. When did you two break up? Did you do it on purpose?"

They broke up a long time ago.

She also saw Shen Yueze's hand on someone's leg.

"Who knows how chaotic things are in private? You're a guy, you know best."

"I feel like he's not even as good as Chen Jiabai."

"Don't mention it."

Wen Yining felt like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat during the meal. She tried to control herself from observing the conversation and movements of the two people, but since she was standing close by, separated by only one person, she could hear almost every word clearly.

Seeing that she had stopped eating, Feng Yan asked with concern, "Are you full so quickly?"

"No."

Wen Yining didn't want to show it, so she poured herself a glass of watermelon juice, feeling restless and absent-minded.

An older businessman, Mr. Liu, tried to force her to drink, but Feng Yan defused the situation with humor, saying, "Brother, I can hold my liquor, and I can make you happy. I'll drink with you..."

They even switched places, and now she sat next to Shen Yueze.

Mr. Liu's expression wasn't good, but he didn't spoil the harmonious atmosphere at the table. He asked Wen Yining, "Are you still in school? How old are you? You didn't graduate from high school, did you?"

"I'm almost graduating from university," he said, looking down at his school uniform.

"These are the costumes from the film crew; I'm playing a high school student."

Feng Yan, who also had a high alcohol tolerance, took good care of her, saying, "You shouldn't drink anymore."

"I didn't expect you to change so much in just a few months. You've gone from being a campus heartthrob to a seasoned drinker."

"There's no way around it when you're out there. You can just put on a cool and aloof image in front of the camera. If you're aloof in front of them, who's going to want to flatter you?"

"Um."

Feng Yan is sitting on the left, and Shen Yueze is on the right. The private room is noisy, and they have been drinking for a while.

When I entered, the room was called "Drunk Today".

She felt his direct gaze, turned her head slightly, and met his stare. Confused, she looked down and then tugged at her skirt.

Shen Yueze asked, "You've been quite busy lately?"

Why are you looking at me like that?

"I've never seen you wear a school uniform."

His reply was very direct.

She also lowered her head, thinking she had accidentally exposed herself. She was dressed normally and not at all revealing, but his slightly amused and not-so-serious gaze made it seem as if he were looking at her naked.

I didn't wear much makeup today, and I was dressed like a high school girl. But apart from the thin and slightly see-through fabric, the clothes were pretty ordinary: a white collared shirt, a navy blue knee-length pleated skirt, canvas shoes, and a long, straight black ponytail.

She didn't know how she appeared in men's eyes. Her skirt swayed gently as she walked, and her ponytail swung when she turned around. She exuded a clean, girlish aura, and her youthful and lively charm was very strong.

After starting university, my style of dress tends to be more mature and sexy. If I wear high heels, especially stilettos, my temperament will immediately become more sexy.

She asked, "What's wrong with school uniforms? You've seen other people wearing school uniforms before."

no the same.

Shen Yueze didn't reply, continuing to calmly smoke, suppressing his desire.

I want to sleep with her.

Seeing her dressed like a high school student on the street, I got an erection almost instantly. It was a bit novel, but also a bit unfamiliar.

I want to do it with her in the classroom, without even taking off her skirt, just lifting it up and we can do it, pressing her down on the desk, and then... Just thinking about it makes me feel a little... respectful.

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Huang Yutong asked curiously, "You two are trending on social media, is it true? About the abortion thing."

Feng Yan had just come out of the bathroom when he said, "They wrote the most outrageous smear articles possible, saying I dated 30 women and slept with hundreds. If I were that capable, would I need to drink so much?"

"You two knew each other in college, right? You have quite a few photos together. I initially thought it was true."

Huang Yutong also wanted to date a top celebrity so she wouldn't have to worry about generating buzz for years. However, after becoming famous, she rarely had a stable relationship, which had a huge impact on her career.

"We're in the same class."

Huang Yutong: "And now, what's the relationship?"

"What do you think it resembles?"

Huang Yutong smiled but didn't say anything.

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As the dinner party drew to a close, just past midnight, the producer, despite his best efforts, failed to persuade Shen Yueze to invest.

She didn't hear whether or not they had spent money on the movie Huang Yutong wanted to act in. She came out a while early, and Feng Yan offered to take her back.

Guessing he also had something to say, we came out of the private room together. Following behind him, I stared at the name of the club: "Don't Stop Drinking... Get Drunk Tonight..."

It offers good privacy and is sparsely populated. Apart from the waiters, you won't encounter any other guests, creating a solitary yet luxurious atmosphere.

"Is Huang Yutong really your new girlfriend?"

I've been wondering how it could have gone so fast since the rear-end collision.

"Um."

He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked languid.

"Was the Porsche a gift from you? Or was it just a loan to her?"

"Um."

He replied calmly.

Wen Yining stared at him with a tightness in her chest. This man could drive people crazy, and he always made people both love and hate him.

"You've only known each other for a few days, how come I've never heard of her before?"

"In a few days."

"You knew me before we went to the beach, so why did you sleep with me?"

His tone was casual and unserious; "distant water cannot quench immediate thirst."

"..."

She deliberately said, "If you're so capable, then don't even think about me for the rest of your life. I'm going to find a boyfriend who can give me a Porsche. You're not the only rich person in this world."

He said slowly, "You have to deliver a car just for sleeping with someone? You're worth a million for one night?"

She was speechless for a moment when Feng Yan called. She picked up her phone and waved it in front of him, saying in a light tone, "Feng Yan wants me to stay at his place for the night. He's about to become a top star. I'd be a fool not to go."

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A note from the author:

My social media account name has been changed; it's now: Morbid Song 19

I was really fed up with encountering a scammer from overseas. [laughing and crying emoji]

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