Chapter 127: Call the Police?

Mainly because this morning the two of them agreed to wait two more years before having a child.

After that they will definitely use contraception.

But if, by some stroke of luck, it happens in one go, it becomes a dilemma for both parties.

Song Huan Yan has a stubborn little flaw: once she decides, she doesn't like to change it easily.

For example, if what they agreed on this morning was that once they have a child they must keep it, she also dislikes changing that.

Seeing Song Huan Yan remain silent, Sang Wan said, "Lord Nan Gong is not young; taking medicine also harms the body. Do you want to discuss it with him…?"

Sang Wan still thought Song Huan Yan just didn't want it for now, so she tried to persuade her.

Song Huan Yan said, "We agreed to wait two years, so… to prevent any unexpected mishap that might catch us off guard…"

Song Huan Yan looked at Sang Wan.

Sang Wan nodded, "Understood. I'll have Secretary Zhang handle it in a moment."

Song Huan Yan nodded.

Hearing that, Leng Jian Yue finally couldn't hold back and erupted.

No one had been paying him any attention.

He suddenly slammed the table and rose, shouting angrily, "Do you think I'm dead?"

His slam and shout startled the two, who jumped and turned to look at him.

Sang Wan was the first to speak, "No one ever cared about you; you're invisible. You just linger on the side refusing to leave. We haven't even said you were eavesdropping on our private chamber conversation, so why are you shouting?"

Leng Jian Yue's face turned ashen, "You're spouting nonsense and then blame me for eavesdropping? I'm listening openly and honestly!"

"You…," Sang Wan began to argue with him.

Song Huan Yan replied, "What do you mean 'nonsense'? Isn't this a perfectly proper topic?"

Leng Jian Yue looked at her, gazing at her cool demeanor, and couldn't help saying, "Proper? Miss Song, since when did you become so open?"

Song Huan Yan's lips curled with coldness, "My children have all been aborted; what's there to hold back?"

That barb made Leng Jian Yue's face flush red, and he said, "Huan Yan! How can you just… with him…"

Song Huan Yan cut him off, "My husband and I are a legal couple; I'm not with him or anyone else. If your brain is sick, see a doctor early so you don't miss the optimal treatment window."

Leng Jian Yue, angry to the point of dizziness, pointed at Song Huan Yan, "You…."

He acted as if Song Huan Yan had betrayed him.

Song Huan Yan added, "Or do you want to be sisters? If you want sisterhood, just listen openly. What's with the temper? Do you really have the right to lose your temper in my office?"

Leng Jian Yue didn't know if he was provoked by her last sentence.

He, irritated, nodded and said, "Fine, fine, I'm leaving! I'm sick! That's enough!"

He turned and left after speaking.

After a moment of speechlessness, Song Huan Yan said, "You're not only sick, you're also ugly."

Leng Jian Yue's steps quickened.

Sang Wan, watching his back, said, "Seems… he has a serious illness?"

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips and said, "He insists on staying here, won't let anyone say things he doesn't want to hear, and after listening he throws a fit and curses. If that's not a disease, what is it?"

He… doesn't truly like you; he loves you to a pathological extent, right? And you still have to tangle with him?

Song Huan Yan said, "Don't worry about him."

Sang Wan nodded, "Mm, okay."

Just as the words fell, the office door was knocked again.

Sang Wan raised an eyebrow, "Back again?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened—it was Qiao An.

Sang Wan jumped in fright; Qiao An's gaze was like that of a specter.

Song Huan Yan remained calm, sitting unflustered in the office chair.

Qiao An walked in and said, "Song Huan Yan, are you going to replace my role?"

Song Huan Yan stared coldly, "Skipping work again? If you keep this up, who will you replace if not you?"

"No way!" Qiao An exclaimed, very agitated.

She has already been abandoned by Nan Gong Jue, and she doesn't know if there's any room for redemption.

If Song Huan Yan swaps her out again and blacklists her, she'll have no way out at all.

She'll be completely ruined!

Facing her agitation, Song Huan Yan remained calm and said, "Why are you howling? If you don't want to be replaced, get to work quickly."

Sang Wan added, "You, an employee, are more arrogant than the boss. Where did you get that courage?"

Qiao An suddenly drew a dagger.

Song Huan Yan and Sang Wan were startled.

Sang Wan hurried to Song Huan Yan's side, pulling her back a step, "What are you trying to do?"

Qiao An pointed the dagger at the two of them, "You forced me! You forced me! You know what happened to me yesterday; you're the culprits! Today, you're still forcing me to go to the set! How am I supposed to work! You're deliberately trying to kill me! If you want to kill me, fine, let's all die together! Even in death I won't let you off; I want you all to be buried with me!"

She was extremely agitated.

Sang Wan picked up the phone and whispered, "Call the police?"

Song Huan Yan, however, pressed down on Sang Wan's hand, "She can't bear to die."

After speaking, she looked at Qiao An, unflustered, "Then what do you want… to do?"

Qiao An's tears welled up, "I need a leave! I… I have something to take care of! I need a few days off! I can't film! Once I've rested, I'll go back to the set and work properly!"

Song Huan Yan raised a faint eyebrow, "A few days—how long is that? If you say you want to go beat a child and rest for a month, that's impossible."

She can't possibly grant Qiao An that much time.

Qiao An said defiantly, "No need! Maybe two days, maybe three days—anyway, right now I can't film; I have other matters. Once I sort them out, I'll film properly, I'll become a huge hit!"

She actually is also very afraid of losing the road with Song Huan Yan.

Nan Gong Jue's road is already precarious.

Losing the filming road again.

She would then lose everything.

"Fine." Song Huan Yan nodded, generously agreeing, "I'll give you a few days."

Originally Qiao An was extremely agitated.

If she were further provoked verbally, with sharp retorts, she would likely lose control and threaten Song Huan Yan by self‑harm.

But Song Huan Yan was surprisingly calm, so composed.

As if the person who mercilessly exposed her yesterday were someone else entirely.

Song Huan Yan's attitude actually calmed Qiao An's excited emotions.

Then came great confusion.

Clutching the dagger in her hand, Qiao An said, "You… still allow me to film? You don't blacklist me, you don't eliminate me?"

Song Huan Yan sat back in the office chair, calmly looking at her, "You are my Contracted Artist, you generate profit for me; why would I eliminate you? Eliminating you brings what benefit to me, to the company? Do you think promoting a rising star is that easy?"

Qiao An was stunned, "Really? Is that really what you think?"

Qiao An was confused.

Song Huan Yan said, "Of course. In your private life, you indeed disgust me. But as long as it doesn't get exposed, in work you still have advantages and value, don't you?"

Qiao An's appearance is her best weapon, and she is young; youth is indeed a powerful asset.

After yesterday's blow, Qiao An was a mess, driven toward madness, yet her face still held, she could still fight.

That's the advantage of youth.

Seeing Qiao An seem at a loss, Song Huan Yan added, "You have a strong fan base, many mother fans, a backlog of previous dramas, and this drama's heavy promotion. Replacing you is possible but not cost‑effective. However, if you anger me, I will replace you. If you keep your head down, I have no desire to trouble you."

Qiao An's tears burst from her eyes.

Fortunately, she still has advantages, still has value.

Fortunately, Song Huan Yan is just a profit‑driven, detestable capitalist!

Replacing a person is possible, but indeed troublesome; it would cause a storm, upset fans, and fans would demand explanations.

Changing the person would also waste all the prior investment and promotion, harming the company's reputation.

So it seems Song Huan Yan means that as long as she doesn't cause trouble, he'll continue to promote her for profit?

Is there really such a pie‑in‑the‑sky good fortune?

Qiao An instinctively doesn't quite believe it.

She immediately tightened her grip on the dagger, "Do you really have such kindness? If you were so kind, why did you break up me and my husband!"

Song Huan Yan wore a clueless expression, saying, "He is my younger uncle, also my family. You are so despicable; would I let you bully him?"

Qiao An's tears streamed down, "Actually I also have my grievances!"

Song Huan Yan was shocked, "What?"

Qiao An again produced her self‑exonerating spiel, crying heart‑wrenchingly and repeating it.

Song Huan Yan and Sang Wan: "……"

Qiao An sobbed, "So President Song, I'm a victim, what can I do! I'm also miserable! You never asked me any of this, yet you…"

Song Huan Yan cut her off, "Even if you're a victim, you shouldn't be so evasive. This matter is over; I don't care about your private life! While I still value your commercial worth, consider it yourself. If you want to act out, fine; at worst I'll be a bit troubled, lose some money, and replace you."

Qiao An completely lost momentum, daring not say anything further.

She put away the dagger, wiped her tears, and said, "Brother Nan Gong Jue is still angry; whether he forgives me is still unknown. When his anger subsides, he might understand me. Anyway, I need a few days off; I'm not in a state to film."

Song Huan Yan said coldly, "Fine. But if the delay is too long…"

"I understand." Qiao An cut her off, "I'm leaving now."

She said that and walked away, still sobbing with shoulders shaking.

Sang Wan waited until she was completely gone before saying, "Is she mentally ill? After all this, she still expects Nan Gong Jue to understand her? That damn victim— I, I really am…"

Sang Wan pinched the bridge of his nose, "Does she think she's the protagonist of a script, or that Nan Gong Jue is color‑blind and doesn't know what green is?"

Song Huan Yan smiled faintly, "Her unwillingness is normal. She'll try to clear her name; after a couple of days of unrest she'll settle down."

Sang Wan couldn't help cursing, "I've never seen someone so disgusting; honestly, when I see her I want to vomit."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow lightly, "No rush. At most three months, she'll go to hell. Without Nan Gong Jue's Marriage Alliance she's already gone mad, even carrying a dagger. I'm more curious how she'll be after she goes to hell—will she truly lose it?"

Sang Wan stroked his chin, "Given her level of disgust and shamelessness, I doubt she'll go mad."

Song Huan Yan said, "Hmm, let's see."

Qiao An's sobbing was choppy as she left the company.

The moment she got in the car she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet she didn't know whether it was anger or relief.

Song Huan Yan, that old scoundrel, truly is a fool blinded by money!

He says he can't stand her bullying Nan Gong Jue.

Yet he continues to promote her for her commercial value.

I really can't help feeling sorry for Song Huan Yan, truly naive and cute in his stupidity.

Once he pushes her up, that old scoundrel will realize how foolish he is!

He will never let Song Huan Yan go!

When she gets through this difficulty, when she turns the tables, she will definitely shred Song Huan Yan to pieces!

Just wait!

Absolutely!