Chapter 130: Quite Obedient, Actually

The faint scent of body wash from the man drifted past her.

Zhu Yuan froze in place, looking suspiciously at the man's retreating back, feeling unaccustomed to the fact that Pei Ling hadn't actually caused her any trouble.

At this moment, she almost suspected she had been persecuted by Pei Ling so much that she had grown used to it.

If he didn't find trouble for her for a day, she felt uneasy?

Zhu Yuan immediately shook her head; of course not.

It was simply because of Pei Ling's abnormal behavior; where there is an anomaly, there must be a demon.

If Pei Ling wasn't causing her trouble, he must have a follow-up plan; she had to be careful about everything.

That tall back soon disappeared around the corner at the end of the corridor, and Zhu Yuan withdrew her gaze.

So much so that during dinner, she was trembling with fear, terrified that Pei Ling would suddenly pop out from behind her. But fortunately, it was all her overthinking; Pei Ling didn't appear at all.

She soon forgot about this matter and began preparing for the evening performance.

Director Hao came to find her personally, saying he wanted to give her a raise, including an increased percentage of the profit-sharing rewards during the public performances.

"Wasn't it agreed to be two percent? Why did you raise it to five percent for me?" Zhu Yuan paused her makeup application and asked.

Director Hao saw that there wasn't a trace of surprise on her face; instead, she looked solemn.

He explained: "The new play achieving such great success is all thanks to you! You are our god of wealth now; what's wrong with giving you five percent?"

Zhu Yuan reminded him: "All thanks to me? You had better not let the other hardworking actors hear that, or be careful they don't smash your office door down."

"I misspoke, let me rephrase: you are the lead actress and have the largest share, but of course, the others also made indispensable contributions." Director Hao corrected himself in time.

Zhu Yuan still felt that a five-percent share was too much.

When Li Sha was here before, she took at most three percent, and Li Sha had won countless awards in the industry, yet she was getting more than double that.

Although this play had a good response, it hadn't reached that level yet.

She knew exactly how much she was worth based on her own abilities.

Zhu Yuan had self-awareness, and knowing the boss behind the Theater was the Pei Family, she didn't dare take more, "Let's stick to the two percent we agreed on originally."

Director Hao didn't understand what she was thinking and urged: "If it's given to you, you might as well take it."

"Let me take those five percent when I'm more famous in the future. If you have nothing else, Director, I need to finish my makeup and prepare to go on stage."

She turned away, and Director Hao had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Other actors came in one after another to touch up their makeup, and the backstage area became increasingly lively; it wasn't a good time to talk, so he had to give up.

After returning to his office, he picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number, "I'd like to speak to President Pei."

Before long, the man's gentle voice came from the other end of the line: "What is it?"

"President Pei, the increase in profit-sharing you asked me to give Xiao Fengzheng was rejected by her; she only wants to take the originally agreed-upon two percent."

Director Hao relayed Zhu Yuan's meaning truthfully.

The man let out a low, slow laugh, "The little girl has quite a backbone."

Worried that Zhu Yuan might offend the big shot, Director Hao hurriedly explained: "She's still just a twenty-two-year-old girl; she's young and lacks experience, so it's normal for her to be timid. Please don't hold it against a yellow-haired girl."

Suddenly, a busy signal came from the other end of the phone.

Director Hao's old face sank instantly; hanging up without even saying goodbye, he really wanted to fight these big shots!

However, just as he put down the landline receiver, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

He shuddered in fright and looked sharply toward the window opposite him.

The glass reflected his shiny, bald head, as well as Pei Ling, who stood tall and imposing behind him with a dark expression, currently holding a fountain pen against his neck.

"Se... Second Master!"

Pei Ling's slender, rough fingers gripped the pen, and with a flick of his thumb, the cap fell off and hit the floor, scaring Director Hao into a whimper; he almost cried out for mercy.

With the cold pen tip pricking his neck, Pei Ling asked him in an icy tone: "What did Pei Shaoshen say?"

"N-nothing, he didn't say anything?" Director Hao trembled.

A soft chuckle escaped the man's throat, and the pen tip instantly pierced Director Hao's skin.

"Second Master! Second Master, spare me!" Director Hao's legs went weak, and he said urgently, "President Pei really didn't say anything; he just asked me to increase the profit-sharing for Xiao Fengzheng. He also said..."

"What?"

Director Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "He also asked me if Xiao Fengzheng has much contact with you."

"What did you say?"

Cold sweat broke out on Director Hao's forehead; it wasn't out of a guilty conscience, but pure fear, "I just said I don't manage Xiao Fengzheng's private life and don't know."

Pei Ling stared at him, and for a moment, Director Hao felt like he was being watched by a wild wolf, so scared he almost fainted.

Fortunately, the next second, the pen against his neck moved away, and he braced his hands against the edge of the desk to keep from collapsing to the floor.

Pei Ling toyed with the fountain pen, "Do you know what to say from now on?"

Director Hao was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a garlic-pounding pestle, "I'll say Xiao Fengzheng is President Pei Shao's person, and that you and she have no private contact."

Pei Ling's gaze turned cold instantly. Director Hao had already prepared himself to beg for mercy, but the next second, Pei Ling tossed the pen aside, "You are so cowardly and afraid of death, can I trust your word? I heard you have a child in middle school."

Director Hao's face turned pale, "Second Master, my child..."

"I will help you protect him."

Director Hao was stunned.

Pei Ling had already strode toward the door with his long legs, "What I can think of, Pei Shaoshen will eventually think of too. Rather than letting him use your child to threaten you into doing things to sabotage me, your child will be much safer in my hands."

Director Hao stood there in a daze, not daring to be sure if Pei Ling meant he would really help him protect his child.

After walking out of the office, Pei Ling leaned against the window and smoked for a while, looking toward the dressing room through the sheer curtains.

Before long, actors came out one after another, preparing to go on stage to perform.

He saw Zhu Yuan walking at the back, holding a script in one hand and fixing her hair behind her head with the other.

She had changed everything from her hairstyle to her clothes.

He chuckled softly and took a drag of his cigarette.

Quite obedient, aren't you.

Zhu Yuan, who was just preparing to go on stage, suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck and instinctively looked around.

The cold wind poured in from the open window at the end of the corridor, blowing the elegant yellow gauze curtains; other than that, there was nothing.

She withdrew her gaze, feeling that she had truly been traumatized by Pei Ling; he might as well have persecuted her openly!

After the performance ended, Zhu Yuan got into the car, and Enzo started the engine, saying, "Zhu An'an has already been dumped by Young Master Yu in a small Southeast Asian country to fend for herself. Just a moment ago, your fath... the Zhu Family couple went to the Sheng Group to find Young Master Yu, but they were chased out by Tu Ge."

Zhu Yuan gave an expressionless hum; she knew them too well, and when she said last night that she would have no further dealings with them, they only cried and tried to keep her because they were temporarily provoked.

In fact, the person they cared about most was still Zhu An'an.

Enzo cleared his throat and said meaningfully, "What I mean is, they went to the Sheng Group to find Young Master Yu at this very hour."