Chapter 59: Kneel Down and Apologize Properly

Song Huan Yan stands up, word by word, "I've already told you. Is your ear bad, or your brain? Once we've broken up there's no talk of getting back together, so get that thought out of your head quickly. As for why I supported you, don't read too much into it; it was only for the company's benefit. Today you must take responsibility for your lies and give me a proper apology."

Qin Zi Mo was truly so angry he felt like spitting blood; he gave her all his money, and she still acts like this!

He actually makes him apologize?

But after they argued for a while, she still wouldn't back down a step.

With no other choice, Qin Zi Mo could only continue to be meek, "Yan Yan, I've already said you can throw a fit, lose your temper however you want. Just don't act impulsively, don't say things that hurt our relationship… I really love you, I can't be without you."

Song Huan Yan looks at him coldly, "I said, apologize!"

"You!" Qin Zi Mo, truly helpless, says, "Song Huan Yan, don't go overboard. Over these years I've been good to you. If you're really this stubborn, when you suffer at another man's hands later, don't come begging me to reconcile!"

After speaking, he turns and walks away.

Qin Zi Mo keeps evading left and right.

Song Huan Yan says, "Stop. Apologize."

She is very insistent.

Qin Zi Mo is also very angry, "Isn't it just a lie? Doesn't that actually help you test the waters? That cold act seems to like you a lot, huh? Is he being petty? I already said, other men can't be like me…"

"Apologize." Song Huan Yan interrupts him coldly.

Qin Zi Mo is really furious.

He is begging lowly for reconciliation, already losing his dignity.

But staying like this, he also can't stand it.

At this moment he just doesn't want to apologize, saying, "Yan Yan, you really shouldn't be too much, I'm still a man! I gave you all my money, and you still make things hard for me?"

Song Huan Yan snorts coldly, "One thing at a time. Not apologizing, is it? Fine, since supporting you is the most direct profit for the company, but if…"

As soon as she says that, Qin Zi Mo immediately understands her meaning, instantly gets scared, cuts her off, "Alright, alright, can't I just apologize? You, sigh, fine, I'll apologize."

He finishes and bows his head to Song Huan Yan, "I'm sorry, baby, I was wrong, I won't spread lies anymore, please forgive me."

Qin Zi Mo has no choice; horizontally or vertically he's being manipulated by Song Huan Yan.

He dreams of reconciling on one hand, and on the other he doesn't want his resources cut off, be shelved, or even abandoned.

He still wants to be more famous, more popular, easily ascend to the international stage.

By then, even if Song Huan Yan truly doesn't reconcile, at least he'll have gotten something out of it.

Song Huan Yan knows exactly what's in his mind; after all, what she wants is exactly this, to toy with him at her fingertips!

Strip him of all dignity, make him beg pitifully!

He just jumped up and down, in a helpless rage, complaining that she hadn't protected his masculine pride before.

It's just that she didn't get intimate with him.

But if she hadn't defended his pride before, she would have smashed the money onto his face long ago!

Yet he'll never know that the night she learned he cheated and plotted against her, she truly wanted to give her body to him.

While on the way there, she was lost in wild thoughts, her face flushed red.

All of that was smashed and trampled by him mercilessly.

So he deserves it!

Song Huan Yan looks at him coldly, "Is this your attitude of apology? Kneel down, apologize properly."

Qin Zi Mo is stunned, then grits his teeth, "You have to humiliate me like this?"

Song Huan Yan expressionless, "Humiliate? You don't say you willingly kneel to me? Now you backtrack? Not apologizing properly is fine, then I…"

Qin Zi Mo's teeth are about to bleed, says, "Fine, fine, I apologize, I'll kneel."

He says that and kneels down, apologizing properly again.

Song Huan Yan is finally satisfied, and adds, "Tomorrow, bring Miss Qiao, the one who helped you spread lies, and have her come over and kneel and apologize to me properly. Otherwise I don't mind swapping roles temporarily; it's just spending a bit more money, and I, the thing I lack the most is money."

Qin Zi Mo is still kneeling on the ground, seeing her this way he is deeply stunned.

Her appearance remains habitually cold and beautiful, yet now bears a wild arrogance she never had before.

Qin Zi Mo feels a mix of five flavors in his heart, hard to put into words.

He likes her like this!

Really… really likes her.

He previously truly didn't know she had this side.

Song Huan Yan will eventually drive him mad, truly.

But now it's already at this point, Qin Zi Mo's face and dignity are both lost.

He doesn't even care about bringing another Qiao An along.

He nods promptly, stands up, "Fine. But Yan Yan, Miss Qiao is also helping me. Don't misunderstand, you're not angry because she helped me, right? Yan Yan, I'm completely clean with her, I have no interest in her at all! She saw you break up with me and clung onto me, I really don't want to deal with her."

Song Huan Yan looks at him coldly, "Your thing, I'm not interested, get lost."

Qin Zi Mo frowns, wants to say something, just opens his mouth, Song Huan Yan turns his head with disgust, "Get out!"

Qin Zi Mo clenches his fists, but can also let it go.

Unexplained anger reignites in his heart, he turns and leaves.

After all, he's also a man; with Song Huan Yan his self‑esteem is repeatedly crushed.

Saying he has no temper at all is absolutely impossible.

The reason he betrayed Song Huan Yan is also because she is so cold and aloof.

Qin Zi Mo's feelings are tangled; he wants to use Song Huan Yan to cross social strata, yet feels she cannot satisfy his masculine dignity and face.

He still has feelings for Song Huan Yan; after years of romance she is still his goddess, and she has given him a lot—money, time, affection, etc.

But he also hates Song Huan Yan a lot!

If Song Huan Yan hadn't hidden her identity from him, how could he have betrayed her?

If Song Huan Yan were submissive enough to worship him and let him have her body earlier, the two of them would never have come to this point.

He hates her, blames her, resents her, yet he still likes her and can't bear to let her go.

In short, it's very complicated.

After Qin Zi Mo left, Song Huan Yan hummed; she asked him to make up?

Be his day‑dream!

She feels disgusted whenever she sees him; if it weren't for brutally revenge—pampering him to death—she wouldn't even want to see him again!

Song Huan Yan opened the drawer, took out a bank card, and called Sang Wan.

Sang Wan entered the office.

Song Huan Yan handed the card to her, "This is Qin Zi Mo's card; transfer all the money from his card to mine. The password is my birthday."

Sang Wan raised an eyebrow, "Why do you want it?"

Song Huan Yan said, "He offered it with both hands himself; he wants to please me, so this is inevitable."

Sang Wan took the card, laughed, "That fool is now being toyed with, thinking he's untouchable. But he gave you all the money; later he'll be ruined and disgraced. How will the various brand breach penalties be paid?"

Song Huan Yan's lips held a cold edge, "That amount isn't enough compensation. When everything is tallied, it'll be at least a billion, maybe more. What can he pay? He can only rot in prison for the rest of his life."

Sang Wan gave a thumbs‑up, "So it still has to be you, who can keep your cool. If we used someone else lacking composure… Though the exposure would have the same effect, it wouldn't be as satisfying, and you couldn't extract that much compensation."

The plan Song Huan Yan devised for Qin Zi Mo was to make him even more famous, reach International Superstar status, and land countless major endorsements.

When the house collapses, he'll lose all fan support, and the brands will demand compensation, the payouts far exceeding the endorsement fees.

If, at the birthday banquet, Song Huan Yan lost her temper and exposed him, Qin Zi Mo doesn't have many endorsements, so it wouldn't be enough to imprison him for life.

The higher Song Huan Yan elevates Qin Zi Mo, the more he'll crash and shatter.

This pampering‑to‑death tactic not only kills a person; the most important part is Punishing the Heart!

It can destroy all of a person's spirit and psyche, leaving them completely collapsed.

Song Huan Yan nodded, "Seeing him perform like a clown in a grand drama is quite funny. Go."

Sang Wan nodded, "Alright."

Before they knew it, it was noon; Song Huan Yan and Sang Wan invited Tang Chenge to go out for a big meal.

All of Qin Zi Mo's money had gone into her account, so shouldn't they celebrate properly?

The three ate seafood hot pot.

Song Huan Yan asked Tang Chenge, "How did it turn out after the script was changed?"

Tang Chenge replied, "The effect is pretty good. It just exhausted me; watching it made me feel nauseous."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, "It is indeed disgusting. The two of them didn't notice anything, right?"

Tang Chenge hummed, "Those two idiots, eager to rise to fame and glory, have been doubted. Qin Zi Mo pretended not to accept, saying he loves you and wants to make up with you—how could he do something that betrays you? I just gave a casual explanation that it was for the overall effect; they had no objections, got affectionate and touched, and were quite into it. I think they were just being themselves."

Sang Wan said, "I'm going, stop talking, I'm already feeling like vomiting. Come, have a drink, so we don't get sick from the disgust."

After the meal, Tang Chenge leisurely went to the set, while Song Huan Yan and Sang Wan returned to the company.

What Song Huan Yan never expected was that Leng Jian Yue had come back to the company.

She laughed with Sang Wan as they pushed open the office door, and was stunned to see Leng Jian Yue.

And on her office desk lay a huge bouquet of roses—999 blossoms.

Song Huan Yan was dumbfounded, and Sang Wan was also stunned.

Leng Jian Yue sat in the office guest chair, looking at Song Huan Yan, "Hello, Miss Song."

Song Huan Yan was completely speechless, and immediately felt a surge of anger.

Sang Wan said, "I'll be with you; I'll stay nearby and not disturb."

Song Huan Yan nodded, lifted her step and moved forward.

Sang Wan went to the lounge.

Song Huan Yan sat in her own office chair, looked at Leng Jian Yue, her face cold and no longer courteous, and said, "Are you seriously mentally ill? After everything's turned into this mess, why are you coming back? And you bring such flowers—take them away immediately; I neither need nor accept them."

"The flowers are meant as an apology," Leng Jian Yue, no longer as overbearing as before, said, "I was just very angry yesterday and lost my temper, saying those hurtful, harsh words. I actually regret it now and feel guilty."

His words actually made Song Huan Yan pause in surprise.

But Song Huan Yan remained cold‑faced, silent.

Leng Jian Yue added, "So I came today especially to apologize to you, and I hope Miss Song won't test me. The apology is one thing; I also want to tell you that I said those words only because I was too jealous of that Phoenix Man being able to get you."

Hearing this, Song Huan Yan frowned.

But before she could speak, Leng Jian Yue said, "So I'm just angry, but I don't mind."

Song Huan Yan's brows knit into a knot, puzzled, raising an eyebrow, "You don't mind?"

"Yes." Leng Jian Yue nodded, "I don't mind your past. I accept, only because it's you."

Song Huan Yan: "....."

Song Huan Yan was just about to speak when her phone's message alert rang.