Chapter 300: Kneel down and bark like a dog

Chapter 300: Kneel Down and Bark Like a Dog

"As for whether Zhao Qin was hired by me, do you have any proof?" She was as arrogant as could be.

"Don't make false accusations."

Anyway, Zhao Qin, that ignorant, cowardly, and shrewish woman from the streets, wouldn't dare utter a single word if I threatened her a little.

Moreover, eliminating such a person would be an easy task for her.

Zhao Qin was no longer of any use to her.

But An Yu remained completely unfazed. "Trying to accuse me of hitting you?"

He Jiayu shrugged. "At least that's what the fans in the live stream think. It won't even be tomorrow before this clip is all over the internet."

An Yu scoffed.

"Hey lady, use your brain, will you? Do you think I don't know what kind of bird you are?"

She slowly raised her hand holding the phone. "Sorry, I was recording the whole time. I was just reckless, not stupid."

He Jiayu looked at her in disbelief and instinctively reached out to grab it.

An Yu pushed him away.

Recording mode is off.

There are no security cameras in the lounge.

An Yu then slapped He Jiayu across the face.

He said, "Have you learned it? This is what it means to actually take action against you!"

After saying that, she left gracefully without even glancing at He Jiayu.

His back view exuded indifference and nobility.

Her expression, however, was lively and adorable.

Damn, that was awesome.

Finally, I had the chance to smash her fruit.

Although it was indeed somewhat impulsive, An Yu found it difficult to remain calm when it involved Wen Jinye.

But it really did feel satisfying!

An Yu doesn't care about public opinion at all.

But after having his fun, tomorrow he'll have to face the consequences from his agent and company.

After all, no matter the reason or excuse, openly feuding, especially among artists from the same company, is ultimately undignified.

*

On the other side, He Jiayu sat alone in the lounge, her nails digging into her palms, and her lower lip was bleeding from being bitten.

If An Yu releases that video tomorrow, she's finished.

If the evidence proving that she wronged An Yu is proven true, then everything she did before will lose public trust.

All of this was for nothing.

Hatred surged wildly within He Jiayu's chest.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face contorted, her eyes filled with malice.

An inexplicable restlessness swept over her, and He Jiayu suddenly grabbed the toner from the dressing table and smashed it hard against the mirror.

In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and the mirror shattered into pieces.

This made her face appear even more distorted.

She couldn't give An Yu the chance to release that video.

The only way is to step forward and take the lead in guiding public opinion.

He Jiayu could only suppress all her resentment and edit a post on social media.

Please don't worry, I fell accidentally. Please don't spread rumors. Let's stick to the facts.

He then reassured the fans in the fan group.

[Don't air your dirty laundry in public. My company forced me to stop streaming, so please don't worry about me. And An Yu didn't lay a hand on me, so please, my dear fans, don't go out and stir up trouble.]

After sending these messages, He Jiayu stomped her feet in frustration and muttered through gritted teeth:

"You bitch!"

Just then, Zhao Qin called.

He Jiayu was just looking for a place to vent her anger when she answered the call.

Before she could speak, Zhao Qin's tone was even more urgent.

"Miss He, why hasn't the million you promised been transferred to my account yet? This is my life-saving money; my son's life depends on you. I've done everything you asked."

He Jiayu sneered, "Can't you see that Wen Jinye has turned the tables? I told you to ruin Wen Jinye and make sure she never has a chance to recover. Did you do that? Since you didn't, what right do you have to ask for money?"

Zhao Qin panicked instantly, "That's not what you said! How can you go back on your word?"

"So what if I go back on my word? A lowly person like you isn't even worthy of licking my shoes! I'm warning you, go back to where you came from and don't bother me again. I've already given you 500,000, that's more than enough."

Zhao Qin was unwilling to accept it and broke down instantly.

"Miss He, you can't do this to me! My son's life depends on this money; without it, he'll die!"

He Jiayu blew on the rhinestones on her fingernails dismissively, "Then let him die. The world won't be any worse off without a few of you ants."

After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.

What a piece of trash! He wants money from her?

dream.

Based on her understanding of Zhao Qin, Zhao Qin wouldn't dare to openly challenge her.

Who would believe her?

*

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Qin collapsed to the ground in despair.

Tan Guohao paced back and forth anxiously, "What's wrong? Say something!"

"She...she changed her mind."

"What!"

In the living room, the group of menacing-looking men, each holding an illegal firearm, shook their heads regretfully upon hearing this.

"Tsk tsk, it's not that we didn't give you a chance. You guys are short on cash, and we're a bit tight on funds anyway. Say goodbye to your sons."

Zhao Qin knelt in front of them, trembling, and kept kowtowing.

"No...please don't do this. Please give us a few more days of leniency, just a few days, okay?"

Zhao Qin cried with snot and tears streaming down her face. "And you said you'd give me a week, but it hasn't even been a week! Please, please, let my son go."

"Go to hell, it's the middle of the night and you're making a scene like you're crying at a grave."

The man in the lead impatiently kicked Zhao Qin in the chest, almost knocking her unconscious.

"When to collect the money is not up to you, is it? I want the money today. If you don't have it, then sorry, Myanmar is short of livestock."

He tugged at the gold chain around his neck.

“Your son gambles and frequents prostitutes. When he hung out with a rich kid, he was even more lawless. He raped a female student working part-time in a bar, and his men have also committed murder. We sent him to Myanmar not only to save our money, but also to do justice to God.”

"We're here today to tell you that we don't want the rest of the money, and your son will never come back in this lifetime."

At that moment, Zhao Qin felt like the sky had fallen.

Tan Guohao stood to the side, trembling, but at this moment, all she felt was the heart-wrenching pain of a mother.

She mustered all her strength to stand up, rushed to the table, grabbed a pair of scissors, and shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!"

But before the scissors could even touch anyone's foot, Zhao Qin was kicked away.

"My code of conduct is not to beat women and children."

"Unfortunately, you are not a child, and your husband is not a woman."

After saying that, Tan Guohao, who was standing in the corner, was also grabbed by the hair by the man. "If you don't want to lose your son and your woman, then you should teach this crazy woman a lesson. She's overestimating herself."

Tan Guohao dared not breathe loudly, and stammered, "Yes...yes..."

The man patted his face. "But she just offended me. What should I do? I'm furious, I want to kill someone. Why don't you beg me?"

Every word he uttered trampled on Tan Guohao's dignity.

Tan Guohao's body was still trembling, but his fists were clenched tightly.

How do I ask for it?

They clearly didn't need to waste their time on someone as insignificant as Tan Guohao, yet the man, for the first time ever, patted Tan Guohao's face.

"Kneel down and bark like a dog."