Chapter 279: Transaction

Dali, the filming set of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

Liu Yifei sat in the makeup room, fingers tightly clutching a newspaper, reading the latest entertainment news—

"Feimin Entertainment Strongly Protects Its Own, Lanhui Jewelry's Na Ying Publicly Apologizes!"

The news detailed how Xiang Fei, for the sake of Tian Zhen, had directly crushed Zhu Santian's jewelry company.

"This... this is too ruthless..." Liu Yifei murmured to herself, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She recalled the words Xiang Fei had spoken to her on the street last time—

"Feimin Entertainment will not sign foreign Chinese."

If Xiang Fei really publicly announced "Feimin will never sign foreign Chinese," then other companies would do the same, and those directors would not use her; then Liu Yifei's path in the domestic entertainment circle would be completely cut off!

Evening, Huang Xiaoming's hotel room.

"President Xiang is truly awesome!" Huang Xiaoming waved his arms excitedly, "Did you see the news? President Xiang, for the sake of the banned Tian Zhen, directly knocked Zhu Santian flat!"

Zeng Li elegantly took a sip of red wine and smiled, "So, artists signed to Feimin don't need to worry about being bullied at all."

Liu Yifei sat aside, forcing a smile: "Yes... I really envy you."

Huang Xiaoming patted her shoulder: "Qianqian, your conditions are so good; once President Dong reports it and you enter Feimin, you will absolutely soar!"

Zeng Li also nodded: "Right, I heard Feimin is opening a 'Ip Man' this year, and the female lead hasn't been decided yet."

A sharp pain stabbed Liu Yifei's heart.

How did she not want to enter Feimin? But she didn't even have a chance to knock on the door!

Back in her own room, Liu Yifei slammed the door hard, and tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

"It's all Mom's fault... insisting on changing nationality..." She bit her lip, a surge of hatred rising in her heart.

If her mother hadn't insisted on her joining American citizenship, she could now openly fight for a contract with Feimin!

But now?

She didn't even have the qualification to audition!

Liu Yifei grabbed a pillow and smashed it hard onto the bed, as if that could vent her unwillingness in her heart.

At two in the morning, Liu Yifei dialed that number.

"President Dong, I... I accept your conditions." Her voice sounded as if sanded by sandpaper, carrying a broken tremor.

From the other end of the phone came Dong Xiaoming's self-satisfied laughter: "Qianqian, have you finally figured it out?"

"But I have a request," she bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood, "I must ensure joining Feimin Entertainment, and also be the female lead of 'Ip Man'."

The next evening, the Presidential Suite at the Hilton.

Liu Yifei, wearing the simplest white shirt and jeans, stood before room 1808. Her trembling fingers hovered above the doorbell, hesitating to press it.

"You're here?" The door suddenly opened; Dong Xiaoming, wearing a bathrobe, had water dripping from the tips of his hair. His greedy gaze coiled around her young body like a venomous snake.

"President Dong..." She instinctively stepped back half a pace, but was yanked into the room.

At dawn, Liu Yifei mechanically put on her clothes. The bloodstain on the bedsheet looked like a withered rose; Dong Xiaoming was contentedly tying his tie.

"Baby, when you turn twenty, we'll get married." He pinched her chin.

Her empty eyes gazed at the brightening sky outside the window, and she said softly, "The contract for 'Ip Man'..."

"Don't worry," Dong Xiaoming said, "I'll take you back to Jingcheng tomorrow."

The next day, Dong Xiaoming called Zhang Jizhong, requested leave for Liu Yifei; Liu Yifei was to sign with Feimin Entertainment, while Liu Yifei's mother, unaware of what her daughter had truly experienced, was still feeling happy for Liu Yifei.

Three days later, Feimin Entertainment conference room.

Xiang Fei frowned, looking at the contract in his hand: "Xiaoming, are you sure you want to do this?"

Dong Xiaoming bowed his head and smiled ingratiatingly: "President Xiang, give me a favor; Qianqian is a good seedling."

Liu Yifei smiled stiffly, her fingernails digging deep into her palm. Under the conference table, Dong Xiaoming's hand was rubbing her thigh.

"Alright then." Xiang Fei signed his name with flying dragon and phoenix strokes, looking at her meaningfully, "Welcome to Feimin, but you still need to change your nationality; I give you two years."

Liu Yifei nodded, and then left with Dong Xiaoming.

The two returned to the "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" set overnight.

In the makeup room, Liu Yifei frantically scrubbed her arms. The hot water burned her skin red, yet couldn't wash away that dirty feeling. Outside the door came the murmurs of the staff:

"Heard she slept her way up..."

"President Dong personally escorted her..."

The girl in the mirror was still breathtakingly beautiful, but those eyes were already dead.