Chapter 47 Enjoy my ass! Sister Jiang's midnight camp...

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[Haiwei is amazing! Modern women should speak up when they like something—be so open and honest!]

[To all fans of the first love couple: Happy New Year! Let's rally!]

[Haiwei is so fierce, I can't handle this situation]

[Quickly cut to the Best Actor scene!]

[I knew it! I knew Haiwei liked Don Juan!]

The live broadcast director was good at capturing viewership; almost the instant Haiwei confessed her feelings to Don Juan, the camera switched to the audience.

The guests in the audience were just as surprised as the viewers in the live stream; they were either dumbfounded or just watching the drama unfold.

Wei Lai frowned, then realized she was being live-streamed, and pretended nothing was wrong, but her smile disappeared.

Ji Wenxuan also stopped smiling and looked thoughtful.

Meng Qinzhou, being young, showed clear disgust on his face, while Haiwei, a veteran actress with many years of experience, was really not very appropriate to interrogate Brother Tang in public.

Qi Sheng went even further, immediately looking down and taking out his phone to send a message. His typing speed was extremely fast, and he typed out a string of words in a flurry.

[This is absolutely brilliant! The reactions of Wei Lai and the other three were quite interesting; not a single one of them agreed!]

Who is Qi Sheng texting?

Could it be Sister Jiang?

It must be!

[Don't be too arrogant, fans of the first love couple, the movie star hasn't agreed yet.]

The camera cut to Don Juan, and everyone was waiting for his reaction. Someone even handed Don Juan a microphone.

Don Juan maintained his composure, keeping a polite smile on his face, and took the microphone to reply, "Thank you for your kindness, Professor Haiwei. We can discuss personal matters privately. Congratulations on winning the award."

Discussing private matters privately is tantamount to refusing.

[It's also possible that they agreed.]

To be fair, Haiwei was very brave, and Don Juan also considered the bigger picture.

I dislike Haiwei's use of her position for personal gain at such a formal occasion as the film festival; she lacks a sense of propriety.

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Although Don Juan's answer was not what Haiwei wanted, at least he did not reject her in public. No matter how turbulent her heart was, Haiwei still maintained an impeccable smile.

"Okay, let's chat after the awards ceremony."

A series of trending topics such as "Confessing Love at the Haiwei Film Festival," "Pursuing Love at the Haiwei Film Festival," and "The First Love Couple is Real" ignited Weibo tonight.

Everyone's online gossiping, anyway, tomorrow's Saturday.

Fans and marketing accounts from all walks of life are analyzing Haiwei and Don Juan's micro-expressions, and some are even betting on whether Haiwei will be able to win his heart.

"The actor was smiling on the surface, but it was a forced smile. There was no real smile in his eyes. It was obvious that Haiwei had no chance."

"Think about it, Haiwei probably liked the movie star back when she was filming. She might have even confessed to him, but was rejected. Haiwei was not satisfied, so she took advantage of winning the Best Actress award at the Haicheng Film Festival to blackmail him into confessing." "I can only say that you should never be too amazing to the first man you meet in your life, otherwise you will never forget him. I support Haiwei in this round."

For every supporter, there is an opponent; the two sides are arguing fiercely online.

"Finally, someone's alive in the Chinese entertainment industry tonight! I'm rooting for Haiwei!"

"I hope all the couples will step forward and explain themselves, so they can quickly gain some traffic."

"If the movie star accepts, everyone will be happy; if he doesn't, Haiwei will be embarrassed in public. The movie star has already been very considerate of her feelings."

"I don't understand Haiwei's thought process. Doesn't she care about her future career? Why does she have to pursue love in public? To put it nicely, it's brave; to put it bluntly, it's brainless."

The online comments were polarized, with most of the support coming from women and a smaller number from men who disagreed.

The film festival awards ceremony ended close to 10 p.m., and Haiwei's team hosted a celebration banquet, inviting everyone they had worked with.

With everyone watching, Don Juan couldn't very well refuse, especially since the director and producer who had mentored him in the past were all there.

Wei Lai and the others also went to the celebration banquet. They weren't there to watch the play; they went with a mission.

Half an hour ago, Qi Sheng tagged Jiang Mingyue in a WeChat group of five, informing her of what had happened inside the film festival.

He created a separate gossip group, excluding Don Juan.

Jiang Mingyue invited the four of them to a celebration banquet.

Qi Sheng couldn't figure out Jiang Mingyue's intentions, but he did whatever she asked him to do.

While chatting with senior colleagues in the industry, Wei Lai and her three companions secretly sent messages to Jiang Mingyue to report their progress.

"Mingyue, Brother Tang, the producer, the director, and Haiwei are sitting together chatting, seemingly discussing work."

"Mingyue, Brother Tang needs to go to the restroom. Should we follow him?"

Before Jiang Mingyue could reply, Wei Lai responded in the group chat, "Of course we have to follow along, otherwise if the paparazzi take some pictures, it will be hard to explain."

Meng Qinzhou disliked Haiwei's actions and didn't understand why his three older brothers treated Haiwei as if she were a formidable enemy.

"Brother Wei, Brother Ji, Brother Qi, Teacher Haiwei isn't a man-eating beast, why are we doing this sneakily?"

Meng Qinzhou was young and inexperienced, and didn't understand the intricacies of the situation.

Ji Wenxuan whispered, "Because I ship the ginger and candy couple."

Wei Lai bluntly stated, "Because Brother Tang doesn't like Haiwei. If he did, we would have had a chance to develop a relationship when we filmed the variety show together with Haiwei."

Qi Sheng's answer was even more brilliant: "Because Mingyue told the four of us that we must follow Brother Tang tonight. Mingyue is our savior, so we must listen to her. Besides, netizens say she doesn't talk nonsense."

A moment later, Jiang Mingyue replied in the group chat, "Don't follow him when he goes to the toilet, but follow him when he goes back to the hotel."

Wei Lai and the other three replied in unison, "Received, mission accomplished."

Fifteen minutes later, the producer and director left first, deliberately making room for Haiwei and Tang Juan to talk.

The two seemed to be intentionally separated, with people deliberately giving them space.

Haiwei raised her glass and stared intently at Don Juan. "Brother Tang, I don't understand why you won't accept my advances. I'm sure you're single right now."

Tang Juan was quite annoyed by Haiwei's relentless pursuit. He looked at her seriously and said, "If I liked you, I would have agreed to date you ten years ago."

Haiwei didn't like hearing Don Juan say that, and retorted, "Why? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not successful enough? Why don't you look at me?"

Don Juan corrected her, "Haiwei, you are excellent and hardworking, but feelings cannot be forced. It's just a matter of personal taste."

Haiwei's smile froze. She put down her wine glass and said almost hysterically, "What if I insist on forcing you today?"

Don Juan frowned, his expression turning serious, his attitude unyielding. "Then I don't mind announcing on Weibo that I've rejected you, if you still want your career."

There are plenty of excellent men in this world, why are you so hung up on me?

"You don't understand. When I first entered the industry, you were the first man to teach me acting."

"Haiwei, that's enough. It's been ten years. You have to get out of character."

Haiwei has a morbid, obsessive possessiveness toward Don Juan; she is determined to have him.

Don Juan's gourd bracelet on his left wrist burned again. His eyes darkened. Mingyue had given him three chances to save his life. Last night, during the star-studded dinner, his bracelet had already burned once.

It seems he intends to completely retreat into the background, severing all ties with Haiwei to avoid any involvement.

"This is the last time I'm reminding you. I hope you'll take care of yourself."

After saying that, Don Juan got up and left.

Haiwei watched him walk away, hiding the resentment in her eyes. After a moment, the corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards.

Don Juan is staying at the Regent Palace Hotel, a top luxury hotel in Haicheng, which is located nearby and offers panoramic views of the entire city.

Wei Lai and her three companions hitched a ride in Don Juan's van. Following Jiang Mingyue's orders, they escorted Don Juan back to his hotel and lingered in his room for a quarter of an hour.

Don Juan could easily see through their intentions, and smiled confidently, "Mingyue asked the four of you to keep an eye on me."

Wei Lai and the other three shook their heads in unison, denying it.

"How could that be? We haven't been able to get in touch with Mingyue. We don't know what she's been doing these past few days. We've invited her over, but she hasn't come."

Don Juan knew Jiang Mingyue's schedule: "She's going to record the All-Star Games tomorrow, and she's probably preparing for related work."

When this was mentioned, Wei Lai and others quickly said they would go online to cheer her on the next day.

With many award ceremonies at the end of the year, and all four of them scheduled new jobs after New Year's Day, they had plenty of free time to occasionally shoot for magazines and commercials.

Generally, film and television projects are scheduled to start filming after New Year's Day, avoiding the two months before the Lunar New Year.

The four of them didn't want to stay in Don Juan's room for long, so they went back to their own rooms after a short while.

Don Juan had a few drinks tonight and wasn't in a hurry to wash up; he felt a little short of breath.

He took off his suit jacket, took the unopened bottle of mineral water to the terrace, unscrewed the cap, took a big gulp, and then sat down on the deck chair on the terrace.

Neon lights flash, the city never sleeps.

A moment later, Don Juan received a call from Zhou Kai.

"Boss, how did your chat with Haiwei go tonight?"

"As always, she remains stubbornly unrepentant."

"Should the company issue a statement on your behalf?"

"No need for now. Netizens have short memories, and the hype will die down in a few days. You don't need to worry about it."

"Okay, we'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

After downing half a bottle of mineral water, Don Juan still felt unbearably hot. He paused in his action of tugging at his collar, suddenly realizing something was wrong. He recalled the night he met Haiwei on West Island, when he had the same symptoms.

He glanced at the bracelet on his left hand; it wasn't hot, so he should have another chance.

Perhaps it was just a hallucination caused by overwork due to being too busy today.

Don Juan left the balcony and went to the shower room to wash up.

After taking a shower, he came out wearing a bathrobe, his hair was simply dried with a towel and hadn't even had a chance to be blow-dried yet. He was incredibly thirsty and desperately needed to replenish his fluids.

As soon as Don Juan stepped out of the shower and into the suite's living room, he had a bad feeling. He looked up abruptly and saw that his door had been opened and Haiwei had appeared in his room in a bathrobe.

Don Juan looked shocked. "Haiwei, how did you get in?! Breaking into someone's room without permission is illegal, don't you know that?!"

Don Juan immediately reached for the phone to berate the receptionist, but the next second, Haiwei waved her hand, and the phone flew out of Don Juan's hand.

Don Juan stared at Haiwei in disbelief. This woman had gone mad; it was beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person.

She has a little devil by her side!

Don Juan clenched his fists, his face wary. "What exactly do you want? Believe me, if I scream right now, everyone will come running. Do you want to lose face in front of everyone? I advise you to think twice."

Haiwei raised her hand to brush a stray hair behind her ear, revealing a charming smile, "Don Juan, I've given you so many chances, but you haven't cherished them, rejecting me time and time again, so there's nothing I can do..."

"I swallowed my pride and begged for your approval in front of so many people today, but why won't you agree? You could at least pretend to agree, or you could at least lie to me and date me for a month before breaking up. You can't even grant me this small wish."

Don Juan retreated step by step. At this moment, Haiwei was very abnormal, extremely abnormal. Her eyes were bloodshot, her voice was high-pitched, and her face was repulsive.

He kept a close watch on her while looking around for a handy tool for self-defense.

"Haiwei, don't make me look down on you. Even if you get me through these means, you will never win my heart."

Haiwei laughed wildly, as if she had heard a very funny joke, and pointed to the ground.

"Who says I can't win your heart? Believe me, there are a bunch of reporters and paparazzi down here right now. If I make a sound, they'll all know we're in the same room. Then you'll never be able to clear your name again, and you'll be forced to marry me due to public pressure."

Don Juan remembers clearly that Jiang Mingyue bled from his fingertips that night.

He didn't know when he had fallen for the trap, so he had no choice but to take a gamble.

He pretended to pick up a chair and throw it at her, shouting, "Don't come any closer!"

Haiwei wasn't afraid of his threats at all. She swayed her hips and walked towards him. "Oh, if you hit me, I'll die in your room tonight, and you'll be ruined too. Why bother? Can't you just give in to me for one night? You can satisfy me for one night, and I promise I won't bother you again afterwards."

Don Juan tried to remain calm and persuade her, "Haiwei, can we calm down and talk this over? You're putting me in a difficult position."

Mentioning this, Haiwei's smile vanished, and she let out a piercing scream, "Haven't we talked? It's precisely because it didn't work that I resorted to this tactic. I'm going to have you tonight!"

That little thing was incredibly ugly. If she hadn't wanted to completely possess Don Juan, Haiwei would never have let that ugly thing possess her.

Since he couldn't choose to hurt her, Don Juan could only choose to hurt himself.

He put down the chair, rushed into the bathroom, and smashed the mirror glass with his bare hand. The shards of glass cut his fingers, drawing blood.

The pain slightly relieved the burning sensation throughout his body, but it returned the next second. When he suddenly glanced at Haiwei in the mirror, a strange coolness suddenly surged through his body, compelling him to unconsciously move closer to Haiwei.

Don Juan's eyes were glazed over, and a voice in his head urged him to stop struggling and enjoy the night to the fullest.

No, that's not how it works!

Don Juan gritted his teeth and raised his right hand to smash the glass again, but his strength was weak and he staggered a few times.

Haiwei stood at the bathroom door, smiling as she waited for him to come over.

"Don Juan, it's no use. Why did you do this? You've hurt your hand. It breaks my heart."

In the blink of an eye, Don Juan had already stood in front of Haiwei, the two of them very close.

Haiwei tiptoed, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him.

Don Juan leaned back with all his might to avoid being touched.

Haiwei has finally waited for this moment. She has waited for too long, ten years. How many decades can a woman have?

She leaned closer to him and said, "Stop struggling and just enjoy it."

Just as she was about to forcefully kiss Don Juan, someone flashed in from outside the door.

"Enjoy what you fucking bastard! You're asking for it!"

Jiang Mingyue, dressed in a black windbreaker, descended from the sky, flicking out a handful of silver needles that pierced Haiwei's face and hands.

The next instant, she raised her peach wood sword, twirling it with dazzling skill, and thrust it towards Haiwei.

"Those who are not of my race dare to trespass into my China, then this old lady will act on behalf of Heaven!"

Haiwei was startled by Jiang Mingyue's sudden appearance. Her pupils turned black, and she scrambled to the side, letting out a sharp roar.

At the same instant, Don Juan's shackles were broken.

Wei Lai and her three companions, who were waiting outside, rushed in. They were terrified by the bizarre scene before them, but they immediately rushed over.

Don Juan's right hand was in a terrible state, covered in blood, and the four men immediately went over to bandage it.

Jiang Mingyue and Haiwei fought from the bathroom to the living room, and then from the living room to the balcony.

Seeing that things were not going well, Haiwei jumped off the balcony with a fierce look in her eyes. Jiang Mingyue followed without saying a word and jumped off as well.

"You think you can just leave like that! I'm going to chop you up tonight!"

Qi Sheng was dumbfounded. This was the tenth floor!

Wei Lai immediately reminded Qi Sheng not to shout, "Don't attract anyone else. Trust Mingyue, she'll be fine."

Panting heavily, Don Juan, having narrowly escaped death, looked at Wei Lai and the other three, thanking them for arriving in time.

He was too weak; he always relied on Mingyue to help him in times of crisis, and he dragged her down.

Wei Lai couldn't help but tease him, "Brother Tang, it's lucky that Mingyue came in time, otherwise you would have ruined your reputation."

Don Juan gave a helpless, bitter smile. At this critical juncture, who cared about pride? He said self-deprecatingly, "Haiwei is a terrible woman. Whoever meets her is doomed."

Ji Wenxuan sighed, "So being too popular isn't good either."

The four had a clear division of labor and acted quickly. Meng Qinzhou cleaned up the broken glass in the bathroom, Wei Lai had experience in bandaging, Ji Wenxuan dealt with the surveillance footage in the hallway, and Qi Sheng contacted Tang Huang's agent.

Half an hour later, Don Juan's right hand was bandaged up, and his agent Zhou Kai sped over. After learning what had happened, he went to confront Hai Wei's agent.

Not long after, Jiang Mingyue returned to the tenth floor covered in sweat. As soon as everyone saw her return, they hurriedly asked her if she was alright and where Haiwei had gone.

Jiang Mingyue took the warm water that Wei Lai handed her and drank it all in one go.

She placed the peach wood sword on the ground. "I knocked it unconscious and sent it back. I sealed the little ghost she summoned inside this peach wood sword. I'll take it to a Taoist temple later so it can listen to the classics and be influenced by our ancient Chinese civilization."

Everyone present: "..." As expected of Sister Jiang, you are the best.

Don Juan finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I think I also need to go to the Taoist temple for a while to settle my karmic debts from past relationships."