Chapter 48: He Knew

Qin Zi Mo had never encountered this kind of situation; he was terrified.

Li Zihang chased after the bodyguards, "What's your background? Do you know who he is? He's a star, a movie‑king! A public figure! If you cause trouble like this you'll be exposed, his fans will definitely…"

Before he could finish, a bodyguard turned and slammed a hard slap into Li Zihang's face, "Noisy! What star? In front of capital they're all toys! A star, I spit!"

The slap was so fierce it nearly knocked Li Zihang to the ground.

Qiao An, anxiously dialing, followed behind but dared not say anything.

Li Zihang steadied himself, still not daring to step forward, but said, "Our boss is also capital! The Song Family Heiress of Kyoto! Don't go overboard!"

When Li Zihang said that, the bodyguards actually fell silent.

Qin Zi Mo frowned, surprised that merely mentioning Song Huan Yan's name could be effective.

Chief Leng....

He suddenly recalled that the person who beat him up at the company last time, Song Huan Yan had called him… Mr. Leng.

He felt embarrassed about that incident, so he didn't tell Li Zihang, Qiao An and the others in detail, nor did he dare investigate that person's identity.

He believed Song Huan Yan would handle it.

He didn't expect that person to show up again!

Qiao An's hand trembled as she finally dialed the phone.

Song Huan Yan was half‑asleep, about to drift off, when the phone suddenly rang.

Song Huan Yan opened her eyes, paused, grabbed her bag, opened it, and took out the phone.

Nan Gong Yu glanced at her.

Seeing the caller, Song Huan Yan frowned, didn't want to answer at all, and simply hung up.

Nan Gong Yu, seeing her hang up, asked, "Not answering?"

Song Huan Yan turned to look at him, "Someone I really dislike, I don't feel like answering."

Just as she finished, the phone rang again.

Nan Gong Yu said, "Maybe they need something from you, seems pretty urgent?"

Song Huan Yan frowned, still not inclined to answer.

What does Qiao An want from her?

Could it be another provocation?

She's in a good mood today, it's a day off, it doesn't affect her mood.

Her frowning looks are a bit like a sulky child—quiet, not noisy, but clearly pouting and unhappy.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, "How about… I answer for you?"

Song Huan Yan snapped back, "Oh, no need."

The ringtone kept going, Song Huan Yan swiped it away.

Before she could speak, Qiao An cried out, "President Song, come to the set quickly, Qin Yingdi was taken away by a group of black‑clothed bodyguards. They look hostile, very fierce, they beat anyone they see!"

Song Huan Yan was startled, then coldly asked, "Whose people?"

Qiao An sobbed, "They said it's… some Chief Leng."

Song Huan Yan's expression grew colder, "I understand."

She hung up after saying that.

"Anything?" Nan Gong Yu asked.

Song Huan Yan nodded, "Yes. One of my artists is being troubled."

While speaking, she opened the blacklist and pulled out Leng Jian Yue's phone number.

Nan Gong Yu glanced at her phone, "Do you need my help?"

Song Huan Yan paused, then turned her gaze to him, pursed her lips and said, "I… should be able to handle it."

Nan Gong Yu nodded, "Alright. If you need help, just say so, no need to hold back."

"Okay." Song Huan Yan replied, dialing Leng Jian Yue.

Leng Jian Yue was drinking coffee, complaining that the coffee wasn't up to standard and tasted bad.

Seeing Song Huan Yan's number, he smiled, tapped to answer.

He answered, "Wife."

Song Huan Yan was instantly dizzy with anger, "The head of the Leng family acts like a low‑life thug, truly eye‑opening! Chief Leng, I warn you, show some respect; I'm not a little girl you can flirt with at will!"

Hearing that, Nan Gong Yu frowned and looked at her.

Leng Jian Yue chuckled, "Alright, alright, I won't joke with you anymore."

Song Huan Yan frowned, "Stop using jokes as an excuse to mask your disrespect; that only makes me hate you more. Why did you go to the set to find Qin Zi Mo? To beat him again? I warn you, if you keep messing around, I won't give you any face."

Leng Jian Yue smacked his lips, "Still protecting him that much? What, feeling sorry? I knew you still have lingering feelings. Since that's the case, Miss Song, why are you going on a blind date?"

Song Huan Yan took a deep breath, "Don't impose your ideas on others. He's an artist under my management; I'm responsible for his personal safety and for preventing harassment while he works. Moreover, I've said it: if you damage his face, you must compensate. If you harass or threaten him, causing the shoot to stall, you'll have to pay for that too."

Leng Jian Yue snorted, his tone still a bit indulgent, "Pay if you must, it's not unaffordable. The point is your relationship with him… using boss and employee as a shield is interesting."

Song Huan Yan's voice was cold, "My affairs are none of your business. If you lay a hand on him again, I won't let it go peacefully."

In fact, Qin Zi Mo being beaten gave her no objection.

But this continual delay of the shoot and her plans annoyed her.

So she had to step in to stop it.

Moreover, Leng Jian Yue's actions also repelled her.

If she didn't intervene, Leng Jian Yue would only become more arrogant, thinking he had her under control.

Leng Jian Yue said, "Don't worry, I won't beat him this time. I just want to ask him something, why are you nervous?"

Song Huan Yan frowned, "What do you want to ask?"

Leng Jian Yue said, "You'll know later. By the way, if you think my looking for him delayed your filming, just send the bill over; I'll cover whatever amount."

He still put on a very generous front, and Song Huan Yan's temples ached.

Is this a money issue?

It's his behavior that makes people dislike him.

After that, Leng Jian Yue didn't say much else, and smiled, "See you later, beautiful Miss Song."

Leng Jian Yue hung up.

Song Huan Yan inhaled deeply, then reached out to rub the spot between her eyebrows.

He's truly seriously ill, and I have no clue what he actually wants.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, "Leng Jian Yue? Has he been constantly harassing you?"

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, "He claims to be pursuing me, but… it's hard to put into words."

If you call that pursuit, it's still a forced chase.

Since she has explicitly refused both verbally and in action, it can be called harassment.

But male harassment of a female is really hard to discuss.

Because they like to cloak it under the banner of so‑called love.

Nan Gong Yu's brows furrowed slightly, and in a cold tone said, "This person is hard to evaluate."

Song Huan Yan looked at him, "What do you mean?"

Nan Gong Yu said, "He guards his private life tightly; hardly any rumors surface. Those who interact with him only know his work style. At work many have tried to set women up for him, but he has never accepted any. He keeps his affairs quite hidden."

Song Huan Yan hadn't expected Nan Gong Yu's assessment of Leng Jian Yue to be the same; even Song Qicheng last time said he didn't know him well.

"However," Nan Gong Yu continued, "he also picks on the weak and fears the strong, a very slick, all‑sides‑adept person."

Song Huan Yan understood; it's about being smooth.

That kind of smoothness isn't the type that bows and kowtows like a lowly rat.

Rather, if he can swallow it, he devours it forcefully; if he can't, he goes around it.

Song Huan Yan frowned and nodded, "Hmm, got it."

Nan Gong Yu picked up his phone, "But rest assured."

After speaking, his eyes turned cold, and he said, "Even if you gave him a hundred doses of courage, he wouldn't dare go wild on my wife's head."