Mingmei walked out of the lobby on the first floor of the Bo Group building, stopped, looked up, and gazed upwards.
The towering building is like a meticulously crafted work of art, with each floor stacked on top of the other until it disappears into the hazy sky at the top.
Mingmei was seething with anger; her face turned bright red, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"Sang Yuwan, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Humph."
She looked away and walked straight toward her car.
As she approached the plum-colored sports car, someone made way for her.
"Isn't this the big star Mingmei?"
"That's true."
Someone immediately chimed in.
Immediately, the two rushed up to her, excited and thrilled, "Miss Ming, may we take a picture with you?"
A hint of annoyance flashed in Mingmei's eyes. She raised her hand, pushed up her sunglasses, and deliberately lowered her voice, "You've mistaken me for someone else."
“Ms. Ming, I am your loyal fan and I would never mistake you for someone else.”
"Yes, I was photographed wearing this outfit the day before yesterday. Also, the watch you're wearing is a limited edition worldwide. Nobody else has one."
"Ms. Ming, don't worry. We just want to keep it as a memento, and we will definitely not release it."
"Yes, Ms. Ming, we've been your fans for so many years. We've always given our full support to every single one of your works."
Mingmei's patience ran out. As she walked forward, she said coldly, "Excuse me, I'm in a hurry. Please don't follow me."
"Ms. Ming, we won't take up too much of your time, just a group photo..."
Mingmei was already irritable, and the harassment only fueled her anger. She raised her hand and slapped hard at a fan's raised phone.
Snap—
The fan's phone bounced violently and fell to the ground unexpectedly.
It was torn to pieces in an instant.
"Miss Ming, you..."
The fan was so angry he couldn't speak.
The other person raised their phone and started recording a video.
Mingmei's face darkened. She opened her handbag, took out a wad of banknotes from her wallet, and stuffed them into the fan's hand. "This money is enough to buy a new one."
"Miss Ming, you've gone too far." The fan was almost in tears, and when she loosened her grip, the banknotes scattered all over the ground.
Mingmei had already walked to the car, opened the door, and said angrily, "Get out."
A crowd of onlookers gradually gathered around them.
"Is that Mingmei?"
"Yes, it's her!" another fan, who was recording a video on his phone, shouted.
"She's as arrogant as ever."
“Who can argue with that?” someone said disdainfully. “She’s always had a bad reputation, I don’t know why she still has so many fans.”
"There are plenty of brainless fans these days. They don't care about a person's character."
"How ridiculous."
"This bright and beautiful girl was just yesterday fighting with another celebrity over a man!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
"The producer who was rumored to be having an affair with her last time has taken a fancy to a newcomer. When she found out, she made a huge scene. The newcomer wasn't going to take it lying down either. The two of them got into a fight in front of the producer."
"Tsk tsk. Doesn't the Ming family do anything about her?"
"The Ming family is so ashamed of her that they're practically ready to remove her from the family genealogy."
The murmurs grew louder and louder.
More and more people gathered to watch.
Mingmei took a deep breath, quickly opened the car door, and got in.
The fan who smashed her phone was probably furious. She reached out and grabbed the car door, saying, "Ms. Ming, you haven't apologized yet."
Mingmei's face darkened, and a cold glint appeared in her almond-shaped eyes behind her sunglasses. "Let go."
The fan pulled hard on the doorknob, shouting, "Apologize!"
"Apologize!"
"Apologize!!!"
The onlookers loudly echoed their agreement.
Mingmei's face turned extremely ugly. "I'm warning you, if you don't let go, don't blame me for being impolite."
A fan said, "You broke my phone for no reason, shouldn't you apologize?"
"Apologize!"
"Apologize!!!"
People around them were quick to condemn it.
One wave higher than the next.
Seeing this situation, Mingmei knew she had no choice but to apologize.
His chest heaved violently, and he was about to speak.
A Maybach sped towards us from the opposite direction.
Bright pupils suddenly contracted.
The Maybach did not slow down and drove straight toward the crowd of onlookers.
The loud engine noise startled the crowd, who scattered like birds. Even the fan who had been recording a video on his phone ran up the steps.
The fan holding onto the bright car door was also stunned.
Taking advantage of the moment, Mingmei gritted her teeth and slammed the car door shut.
Then, she started the car.
The two cars drove in opposite directions.
Ten minutes later.
The Maybach forced Mingmei to a stop in front of Tianfu Square.
Mingmei gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, her palms covered in cold sweat.
She was breathing heavily.
Bang bang bang.
Someone came over and knocked on the car window.
Mingmei took two deep breaths, turned her head, and looked over.
After a few seconds, she slowly rolled down the car window.
"Miss Ming, Young Master Shen wants to see you."
Mingmei was terrified and swallowed hard. "I have something to do today. Can we do it another day?"
The man said in a calm tone, "You'd better not refuse." He paused for a moment, then added, "My young master just saved you."
Brightly, her heart pounded wildly. She took off her sunglasses and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she reluctantly pushed open the car door.
The man led her to the Maybach, bent down, and opened the back door for her. "Miss Ming, please."
Mingmei glanced inside, her heart clenched, and her heart leaped into her throat.
The man inside leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed. His profile was somber.
Mingmei bit her lip, clenched her fingers, and sat down.
The car door closed gently.
"Young Master Shen."
Mingmei sat almost pressed against the car door, her fingertips nearly piercing her palms. Her voice trembled as she spoke, filled with fear and unease.
"What did Sang Yuwan say?" The man's thin lips parted slightly, his voice deep and resonant.
Mingmei lowered her head, not daring to look at him. "She didn't agree."
"Heh." The man's lips twitched, and he let out a cold laugh. "Miss Ming swore that she would definitely handle her."
Mingmei's back was covered in cold sweat, and she trembled with fear. "I never expected that she would not care about her reputation at all now."
The man slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at her. His deep eyes were cold and indifferent. "It seems that her relationship with Rong Zhi has taken another step closer."
The bright sunshine froze.
The man narrowed his eyes. "Miss Ming, I really overestimated you. It's understandable that Bo Xingzhi couldn't handle him. After all, he likes men. But Rong Zhi, you couldn't even handle him? Heh..."
Her bright eyes darted around in panic, a sharp pain shooting through her palm. "Young Master Shen, Rong Zhi has never been close to women all these years..."
"If he really doesn't get close to women, why is Sang Yuwan pregnant?" A ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes as he interrupted in a low voice.
Mingmei's eyes widened, her mind went blank, and then a buzzing sound filled her ears.
The man looked at her and smiled meaningfully. "What? Surprised?"
Mingmei's pupils contracted, her heart pounding as if it would burst from her chest. "The child in Sang Yuwan's belly, is it really Rong Zhi's?"
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