Chapter 92

After picking up the microphone, Lin Qiong lowered her head, as if a string in her mind was taut, ready to snap at any moment.

Why is Fu Xingyun here?

He didn't know, yet it seemed he did.

Was it because the other party knew he was getting married for money and rushed over? Or was it because Qin Heng had something to do and couldn't attend the event, so he came in her place?

Lin Qiong immediately tried to find an excuse in her mind.

But he knew very well that no matter what the outcome, Fu Xingyun was coming for him.

Fear and unease filled my heart.

The sound of crows in the night sent chills down one's spine and made one tremble all over.

He dared not look at the other person, and even felt that he was extremely despicable. Compared to being afraid of the other person's revenge after finding out that he was after money, Lin Qiong was even more afraid that Fu Xingyun would see his answer just now.

What was Fu Xingyun thinking at this moment?

Lin Qiong instinctively wanted to look up at the person, but in the end she held back.

He couldn't bear Fu Xingyun's affection and love; if he revealed any flaws again, he would never be able to leave.

Lin Qiong didn't look at the audience even once until the event ended, and hurriedly left the stage after the host finished his closing remarks.

Lin Qiong went to pull Wang Cheng away almost immediately after leaving the field, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Seeing the man's anxious expression, Wang Cheng asked, "What's wrong? Do you need to use the restroom?"

"..."

Lin Qiong shook her head, grabbed the person, and tried to walk to the back, saying, "Let's go quickly."

"Back to the hotel?"

Lin Qiong broke out in a sweat in a panic. "Go home and take a plane."

Wang Cheng's eyes widened. "Now?"

Lin Qiong: "Right now."

"But there's a celebration party tonight for the film's box office exceeding 3 billion." Saying this, she followed the person's hurried steps, "You can't leave."

Lin Qiong felt a loud "boom," as if something had exploded in her mind.

"I...you..."

For a moment I was somewhat incoherent.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng noticed something was wrong with the other person. "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Qiong remained silent for a long time, then said somewhat dejectedly, "It's nothing, let's go back to the hotel first."

Thinking that the other person had been catching up on sleep in the lounge, they probably didn't sleep well last night, which is why they looked so tired.

Wang Cheng was driving everyone back when Lin Qiong suddenly asked, "When will the celebration banquet end?"

No one can predict these things, but staying up all night is unavoidable. "If it's early, it might be one or two in the morning."

After hearing this, Lin Qiong became mute and didn't say another word the rest of the way.

Back at the hotel, Lin Qiong quickly began packing her luggage and took out her phone to book a flight for the early morning, but all the tickets for that day were already sold out, so she had to settle for buying a train ticket instead.

He had to leave; he could no longer see Fu Xingyun.

Lately, everything he sees reminds him of Fu Xingyun, as if the two of them are together all the time and have never been apart for a single day.

He had a strong desire to see the other person.

But he couldn't see him again. If he did, he would truly be unable to leave and would live in constant fear. Although Fu Xingyun was an individual, everything around him frightened him. Fu Xingyun was destined to be extraordinary, while all he wanted was an ordinary life.

Lin Qiong haphazardly stuffed his clothes into his suitcase, feeling empty and lost. Perhaps he shouldn't have provoked the other person in the first place.

He was wrong, he was really wrong. He shouldn't have lied to someone about marriage and their feelings for money, even if it was unintentional. He is still a sinner.

He shouldn't have coveted things that weren't his, like the money and the life Fu Xingyun gave him.

So much so that he can't even get out of bed now, and can only escape to avoid it.

Fu Xingyun must hate him to the core. In the book, everyone who wrongs the villains ends up badly. He doesn't know if Fu Xingyun came today to take revenge on him or simply to see him.

Lin Qiong dared not think it was the former, but she was even more afraid of the latter.

He felt a stirring in his heart towards Xingyun, but these feelings were not something he should have. If he wanted to live the life he dreamed of, he had to suppress them.

——

At 7 p.m., Wang Cheng knocked on the door. Lin Qiong tidied her clothes and opened the door. "Let's go, it's time. Don't keep everyone waiting."

Lin Qiong nodded and followed her out the door.

Seeing the other person's unease, Wang Cheng asked, "Is something on your mind?"

"No," Lin Qiong quickly replied, then waved her hand, "I just didn't get enough rest yesterday."

Using the same excuse again, Wang Cheng glanced at the other person with some concern, thinking he should keep a closer eye on him.

As soon as the two arrived at the door of the private room, they could hear the joyful atmosphere inside, with laughter and cheerful voices filling the air.

Lin Qiong pushed open the door and entered, immediately receiving many calls of greeting.

"Lin Qiong! Come, sit here!"

"Hey! Our childhood sweetheart is here!"

"Lin Qiong! You've finally arrived! The director wouldn't have started the banquet if you hadn't come."

It was still half an hour before they were to leave, and even though she knew it was just a polite remark, Lin Qiong still smiled from the bottom of her heart.

The celebratory banquet had a wonderful atmosphere, which easily lifted everyone's spirits, and the drinks were consumed round after round.

Lin Qiong is quite a celebrity now, so naturally there were many people offering her toasts. Although she was already full, Lin Qiong still kept pouring wine down her throat.

He had already drunk everyone else's, so he felt embarrassed if he didn't drink now.

In the end, most of the people, who were slightly tipsy, started chatting about their past experiences on the film set and their expectations for the movie's release.

They chatted back and forth, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

Just as the director stood up and raised his glass to toast everyone, the door to the private room was suddenly opened from the outside.

The door was opened with considerable force, making a "thump" sound.

All eyes turned to the doorway, where a tall man strode in.

Not only was the director stunned, but everyone else was also very surprised. They had just met this person today, so it was impossible for them not to know who he was.

The director swallowed hard as he saw the newcomer, then quickly put down his wine glass and walked over to him, saying, "President Fu."

The director approached Fu Xingyun and tentatively asked, "Mr. Fu, is there something you need?"

Seeing the person's indifferent expression, he said, "Why don't you come and join us for the victory celebration?"

Fu Xingyun glanced at him and said, "Find someone."

He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Lin Qiong, who was slumped over the table, barely conscious from drinking.

Director: "Who is Mr. Fu looking for?"

The man pointed at him.

The director frowned. What could Lin Qiong and Fu Xingyun possibly have in common? They were from completely different social classes and could never possibly cross paths. Even if they did, given Fu Xingyun's abilities, Lin Qiong would probably already be playing the lead role in his films.

The only known meeting between the two of them was today's press conference.

Then the director's heart skipped a beat.

Unspoken rules.

This big boss clearly has his eye on Lin Qiong; otherwise, why would he suddenly come to ask for her?

As soon as the man finished speaking, he strode over to the person and pulled them up from the chair.

"I'm taking the person with me."

"no!"

"no!"

Two voices spoke at the same time, one from the director and the other from Wang Cheng.

After speaking, the director felt a mix of regret and inner conflict. He realized he shouldn't have offended such a powerful figure because of a minor actor.

But Lin Qiong is a truly pure person. Although she came out of nowhere, she is the young actor he has favored the most in recent years.

The director took a deep breath. "Mr. Fu, look, Lin Qiong is drunk and talking nonsense right now. You can't communicate with her at all. If there's anything, let's talk about it tomorrow."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to Wang Cheng, "Wang Cheng, quick, take Lin Qiong back to rest. She's drunk too much and needs some hangover soup, otherwise she'll feel really unwell..."

Wang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward, trying to pull Lin Qiong away from the man's grasp, but before he could even touch a finger of Lin Qiong, the man's dark eyes looked over, and Wang Cheng instantly shivered.

"Did I say he could leave?"

A sudden "boom" echoed in his mind, and the director broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's not fair for Mr. Fu to do things this way."

There are many dirty tricks like this in the entertainment industry. You can't look at anything too closely, or you'll get hurt.

"No, you can't take him away!" Wang Cheng rushed over and grabbed Lin Qiong's leg, trying to pull her back, but the next moment he was kicked aside.

The man exuded a frighteningly violent aura. The crew members couldn't stand it and tried to stop him, but they were too scared to move when the bodyguards who came in later entered.

They could only watch helplessly as Lin Qiong was taken away.

Just as Li Lin was about to serve the dishes, he spotted that familiar figure. He recognized the person in the other person's arms even more; he had seen them just yesterday.

"you……"

Just as he was about to speak, the other person strode past him as if he didn't exist.

——

Lin Qiong's head was spinning. He was momentarily blinded by the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. He vaguely tried to raise his hand to block it but then realized that someone seemed to be taking off his clothes.

Lin Qiong's voice was hoarse; he was so drunk he couldn't see the person on top of him clearly. "Who are you?"

With no response, Lin Qiong, her face flushed, spoke again, "Who are you?"

The other person still didn't respond. His upper body felt cold, and the next moment Lin Qiong realized that the other person was pulling down his pants. He forced himself to sit up, and knowing that danger was approaching, he bared his fangs like a wildcat and said fiercely, "Who are you?!"

However, all he got in return was a cold laugh.

Lin Qiong wanted to push the other person away, but she was weak from drinking and even when she tried to push, her movements were limp and unsteady, as if she were trying to resist.

Lin Qiong broke out in a cold sweat in fright. "Who are you?! What...what are you going to do?!"

The man's cold voice uttered two words, "Sleep with you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong struggled even more fiercely, but the other person was surprisingly strong and almost firmly pinned him to the bed.

"No." Lin Qiong's voice gradually broke down; he was too drunk to escape. "No, no..."

However, the other party did not stop. With one hand, he removed Lin Qiong's underwear, while with the other hand, he tightly gripped her waist.

Lin Qiong frantically tried to find something to cover herself, yelling, "No! Let go! Let go! Let go!!!"

Then, a sensation came from her thigh, and Lin Qiong almost instantly shuddered. She kicked her legs frantically, trying to pry the hand away, but the other person's hand showed no sign of leaving.

Lin Qiong was so frightened that she lost her composure. "You pervert, if you dare to touch me, I'll sue you to death."

Upon hearing the address, Fu Xingyun's face darkened, and he reached out and flipped the person over, pressing him down on top of him.

Even though the other person hadn't taken off any clothes, Lin Qiong screamed in fright, "You...do you know who my husband is?"

Do you even know who my husband is?!

Lin Qiong spoke almost instinctively.

Upon hearing this, Fu Xingyun bit down hard on the back of the neck, causing the fair skin to become congested with blood and about to burst.

"Didn't you want a divorce?"

Lin Qiong struggled violently like a madwoman, "No, no! I don't want you! I don't want you! Go away!! Don't touch me!!!"

Fu Xingyun looked at the man's helpless expression, sneered, and threw the banknotes he had prepared in advance in front of him, "Why not? I'll give you the money."