Chapter 324

What are you doing, let go of me!

Artistic communication, this is a very sacred matter. As a professional actor, do you think dedicating yourself to art is something shameful? Your awareness is unacceptable, go up.

The frail Ai Meijia was shoved onto the nanny van by Zhu Xianhua.

Nightfall!

Like a huge fig leaf, it shrouded the sky above the outdoor shoot base.

And the nanny van shrouded in nightfall was like a black beast; when the van door slammed shut with a clatter, Ai Meijia's confidence was devoured bit by bit.

Only panic and unease remained.

Before the burly Zhu Xianhua, she had almost no room to resist. Her wrist felt as if it were clamped by a red-hot iron pliers, her bones even aching a little.

The tense heartbeat sounded like the drumbeat of despair.

She desperately jerked her captured left hand a few times, trying to break free and escape through the right-side door, but Zhu Xianhua's iron grip didn't budge, firmly controlling everything.

Fear spread through her heart, and Ai Meijia's eyes welled up with tears.

But she was very clear:

The most worthless thing in this world is tears; tears can't even move one's own parents, let alone a fat-headed, big-eared old beast.

Stay calm!

I must stay calm!

To avoid angering the old beast, Ai Meijia strove to keep her respect: "Director, this isn't appropriate..."

"Didn't I say? Whether it's appropriate or not, we need to communicate deeply to know."

Zhu Xianhua grabbed Ai Meijia's left hand with one hand to prevent her escape, while his other salty pig hand wasn't idle, and as he spoke he reached for her thigh.

Today filming outdoors, it was hot, and Ai Meijia wore only a pair of denim shorts.

Before the salty pig hand could touch her skin, she swiftly shifted her legs to the other side: "On stage, Zhu, I'm an artist of Shang Media; if Boss Shang knew you were doing this..."

"Shang Keqing?"

Zhu Xianhua snorted with laughter.

He bluntly commented in two sentences: "A waste who abandoned office for business; if he had any real talent, he wouldn't have been squeezed out of officialdom."

If Boss Shang heard this, he'd surely pick up an ashtray and smash it on Zhu Xianhua's head.

For someone diagnosed with liver cancer, if something can be settled by grabbing a weapon, there's no need to endure! First knock this beast unconscious, then lock it in a small dark room and make it watch 'The Calabash Brothers.'

Until this beast repents!

Unfortunately Boss Shang doesn't have far-reaching ears, destined to never hear Zhu Xianhua's negative remarks. These harsh remarks can only stimulate Ai Meijia alone.

Like an arrogant wind, it tossed Ai Meijia into disarray.

Ai Meijia instinctively jerked her captured left hand: "Our Boss Shang is a person with principles; he doesn't allow us to mess around, you doing this will kill me, I beg you, let me go..."

"What the hell is Shang Keqing? In front of me, he's nothing!"

A faint contemptuous smile spread Zhu Xianhua's arrogance and confidence invisibly.

His grip grew stronger and stronger.

Seeing that endurance wouldn't earn respect, Ai Meijia angrily jerked her left hand: "Let go of me! If you don't loosen your grip, I'll call the police!"

"Call the police? Somewhat interesting."

In a light chuckle, Zhu Xianhua suddenly released his hand, pointed at the van door beside Ai Meijia, indicating she could get out anytime.

This sudden "magnanimity" left Ai Meijia bewildered.

Ai Meijia didn't have time to think further, she turned and pushed the van door, just wanting to escape this den as quickly as possible.

However...

She had just grabbed the interior handle.

Zhu Xianhua suddenly flung a set of nude photos onto her, like a boss in full control, putting on an arrogant light smile: "Try getting out, if these photos end up online, don't come crying."

!!!

Ai Meijia picked up the photos and looked, breaking out in a cold sweat on the spot.

They were all pictures of her.

Photos taken while she was bathing.

Ai Meijia turned and glared angrily at Zhu Xianhua: "You actually installed a pinhole camera in the bathhouse to secretly film me, how shameless can you be!"

"Don't put it so harshly."

The entire production crew had six female artists, all staying in the homestay arranged by the crew, each bathroom equipped with a pinhole camera.

Those secretly filmed weren't just Ai Meijia alone.

Every day enjoying the beauties bathing was one of Zhu Xianhua's major hobbies.

Zhu Xianhua emphasized righteously: "You need to understand, it's your figure that first enticed me, then I wanted to communicate deeply with you; how can you say I'm shameless? Loving someone is not a crime."

"Right, you're not guilty, you're shameless!"

Ai Meijia angrily tore the photos to shreds.

Zhu Xianhua put on a pleased smile: "Go ahead and tear them, I still have backups on my computer. For newcomers like you, being clueless is normal, I have plenty of time and patience."

Hearing there were electronic backups, Ai Meijia collapsed, helpless.

Zhu Xianhua reached out to playfully lift Ai Meijia's chin:

"Do you know what power is? Power can make you rise to fame with a single shot, or slap you dead to the ground. Now do you want to rise to fame or be slapped dead? Think it over before answering me."

When mentioning "rise to fame with a single shot", Zhu Xianhua deliberately emphasized the character "cannon".

Ai Meijia twisted her head, though she broke free from Zhu Xianhua's hand that playfully lifted her chin, tears still fell like broken beads.

Get out?

Call the police?

Although these thoughts were strong, she didn't dare to do that; those photos were like her lifeline, firmly grasped in Zhu Xianhua's hands.

With no other option, it seemed she could only bluff by borrowing the tiger's might and take a gamble.

She pondered this in silence.

Aimei Jia wiped her tears and warned Zhu Xianhua: "Surname Zhu, don't say I didn't warn you—Lin Dongfan of the Anti-Corruption Bureau is my friend! Don't push too far; I've tolerated you, but that doesn't mean I'm really afraid of you!"

"Mei Jia-yi, your acting is no good, you still need to practice more." Zhu Xianhua chuckled dismissively: "Look at you, all tearful and distraught—do you have some backing?"

"Lin Dongfan really is my friend; I can call him right now!"

Aimei Jia said and then pulled out her phone.

Before she could even bring up the contacts, Zhu Xianhua suddenly snatched the phone: "Stop acting; this background you've fabricated is too far-fetched, lacking credibility. Do you even know what background Lin Dongfan has? If he were truly your friend, you'd already be a leading lady on the silver screen—there's no need for you to be running around in variety shows."

"You think everyone gets in through the back door like you? Give me back my phone!"

Aimei Jia tried to grab the phone back.

She couldn't get it.

Zhu Xianhua threw the phone onto the front floor mat, then turned and lunged at Aimei Jia like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, impatiently saying: "Don't waste time—let's make you famous in one shot! I'll decide for you."

"Help! Help…"

As soon as Aimei Jia cried out, her mouth was covered.

Zhu Xianhua's other hand wasn't idle either, frantically tearing at her collar; the white T‑shirt made a "ripping" sound as a slit opened.

Zhu Xianhua shouted excitedly: "I've taken a liking to you—that's your fortune; what are you shouting for? The more you shout, the more excited I get—your figure is really fucking hot!"

"Mmm~~~"

Despite Aimei Jia's desperate struggle, her mouth remained firmly covered.

Tears blurred her vision.

"Bang!"

Just as Aimei Jia was on the verge of collapsing, wishing to die, someone smashed the car window with a punch.

The one who threw the punch was Lin Dongfan himself.