Chapter 542 Throwing Sulfuric Acid
The girl next to her, with her hair in a high ponytail, was almost in tears: "Xuanxuan, we can't let Ruru be bullied like this. We have to teach that hypocrite a lesson!"
The pink-haired girl nodded firmly: "I'll count to three, then we'll charge."
The other two people next to her nodded in agreement.
Standing quietly by the film set, watching Zhao Ru's expression, An Jing frowned: "What is Zhao Ru putting on? Anyone in the know can see that Yueyue didn't use her full strength in that slap."
Yan Su clicked his tongue: "Be careful, this woman doesn't look like someone to be trifled with."
No sooner had the two finished speaking than three people rushed into the crowd from behind, cursing at Wen Yue: "Die, you bitch!"
Then, they threw a large bowl of pungent stuff at her.
Wen Yue was stunned and stood there blankly, forgetting even to dodge.
In a flash, Yan Su stepped forward, pulling and blocking, preventing the liquid from falling on Wen Yue, but some splashes landed on Yan Su's arm.
Seeing his pained expression and hearing the pungent smell in the air, the entire crew's expressions changed.
Wen Yue snapped out of her daze, grabbed her water bottle, unscrewed it, and poured the water onto Yan Su's hand. While rinsing it, she asked, "Brother Yan Su, how are you?"
Yan Su shook his head and subconsciously looked at An Jing.
Then it was seen that An Jing and her crew had already subdued the three fans.
The three fans struggled while continuing to hurl insults.
"You scheming bitch, how dare you steal Ruru's place in the credits! Go to hell!"
"And you, Anjia is nothing, take your artists and men and get out of the crew!"
Yan Su's eyes turned cold, and he wanted to step forward, but was stopped by An Jing's gaze.
She looked at the director, her voice icy: "Director, I'm going to call the police on this. You don't have any objections, do you?"
"Report it, we must report it." The director took a drag of his cigarette and pointed at a few script supervisors, saying, "Xiao Zhang, the mountain roads are difficult to navigate, and the police response will be slow. You guys drive the crew's cars and take them directly to the police station. As for how to handle it, let the police decide."
"Okay, director!"
Xiao Zhang and his group escorted three fans down the mountain.
The crew members were still discussing it with lingering fear.
"These aren't fans, they're just a bunch of lunatics."
"Kids these days are really scary, they have no sense of judgment at all. Luckily, Xiao Yan is good at fighting and pulled Yueyue away, otherwise she would have been in big trouble!"
"Yes, Yueyue is still so young. What will happen to her if she gets disfigured!"
"..."
Listening to everyone's chatter, the director confronted Zhao Ru, demanding, "Zhao Ru, these are your fans, right? What's going on here?!"
Zhao Ru was also terrified and turned pale. She originally wanted to play the victim to gain sympathy and attract a lot of traffic online, but she never expected that these three fans would be so bold as to throw sulfuric acid at her.
To put it bluntly, this is murder.
She quickly distanced herself, saying, "Director, I don't know what happened either."
She clenched her fist and walked over to Wen Yue and An Jing, offering a perfunctory apology: "President An, Yue Yue, I'm sorry, the fans' behavior has nothing to do with me. I really don't know why they did that..."
Anjing sneered, "Are you really unaware or pretending? Didn't you imagine today when you posted that on Weibo yesterday?"
Zhao Ru looked terrified: "President An, what do you mean by that? I really didn't expect my Weibo post yesterday to cause such a stir. I just deleted it. You can see for yourself."
"Destroy the evidence?" An Jing glanced at her: "Zhao Ru, if you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. If there's a next time, don't blame me for not having a place in this circle."
Zhao Ru's face turned pale, she bit her lip, and remained silent.
Although Guangying was a small company, she knew that An Jing wasn't just bluffing because of the An family's influence.
"Yueyue Yan Su, let's go. It's disgusting to film with people like this!" An Jing swept past the crowd, pulled Yan Su and Wen Yue down the mountain.
Seeing that things were going badly, the director quickly intervened, saying, "President An, Wen Yue still has scenes to film."
Anjing turned around, her usual amiable demeanor gone, and said, "Director Zhang, you are a senior in the industry. It is an honor for Wen Yue to be able to act in a film directed by you. But you have seen what happened today. It's not that we are being unreasonable. I hope you can ask Zhao Ru carefully what she did!"
"Although Guangying is a small company, the artists under my Anjing brand cannot be bullied like this. In short, this production team is either Zhao Ru or Wen Yue, or Wen Yue or Zhao Ru. Even if we have to pay a penalty for breach of contract, I will accept it. Please consider it."
On the way down the mountain, Anjing walked quietly beside Yan Su without saying a word.
Yan Su teased her, "What's wrong? Your lips are pouting so much you could hang clothes on them."
Anjing glared at him: "You're not in pain anymore, are you?"
Yan Su hid his right hand and smiled nonchalantly: "It only splashed a few spots, and I rinsed it off with water right away. It's not serious, don't worry."
"Who's worried about you?" Anjing gritted her teeth: "I brought a first-aid kit. I'll disinfect myself when we get back, so you don't get infected and I have to take care of you."
Yan Su knew she was all talk and no action, so he smiled and said, "Okay, whatever you say."
After descending the mountain, An Jing took her first-aid kit and found the film crew's accompanying doctor.
The doctor hadn't gone up the mountain, so he didn't know what had happened there. As he bandaged Yan Su, he clicked his tongue and said, "How could you be so careless? Sigh, if this isn't handled properly, it could leave a scar."
Yan Su turned his head and saw An Jing.
Anjing glanced at him and said, "Why are you looking at me?"
Yan Su smiled and turned to look at the doctor: "It's okay, don't be afraid."
The doctor gave him a knowing look: "That's true, as long as President An doesn't mind you, that's fine."
An Jing's eyebrows shot up: "Dr. Wang, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"Look at you, the whole crew knows, and you're still embarrassed." After bandaging her hand, Dr. Wang instructed An Jing, "Keep an eye on Xiao Yan. Don't let this hand get wet when you get back. Change the dressing twice a day. Okay, let's go."
Anjing took the medicine, looking dejected.
After leaving the clinic, she couldn't help but punch Yan Su.
Yan Su clicked his tongue lightly: "What are you doing? Are you bullying a patient?"
Anjing glared at him: "What did you say to the crew behind my back? You got the benefit and you're still acting innocent, huh?"
Yan Su smiled and said, "I didn't say anything. Everyone just thinks we're a good match."
Anjing took a deep breath: "Shameless! I think we didn't throw enough sulfuric acid on you!"
After saying that, she walked away quickly, and Yan Su chased after her with a smile.
The two chatted back and forth the whole way, and soon returned to the courtyard.
Wen Yue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the two of them return: "Sister Anjing, is Brother Yan Su alright?"
Anjing waved her hand: "It's okay. Dr. Wang said to change the dressing twice a day. It will be fine in a few days."
Of course, Dr. Wang also said that it was fortunate that the weather was cold and Yan Su was wearing many layers, so not too much sulfuric acid seeped into his hands; otherwise, it would have been more than just a minor injury.
Of course, she didn't tell Wen Yue this, for fear of adding to her psychological burden.
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