Chapter 327

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows into the room.

Kela blinked her eyelashes, opened her big eyes, and realized she was lying on a large bed; seeing the muscular body of the man beside her, she couldn’t help smiling.

She reached out and stroked Wu Yuchen’s body, saying, “Wu, your skills are amazing—no wonder they all seek you out~ By the way, does China have this kind of skill?”

Wu Yuchen nodded: “Of course—Iron Crotch Art.”

Kela exclaimed in awe: “Iron Crotch Art? So you train it until you’re as hard as iron? No wonder you’re so stiff!”

“I’ve never trained that thing… Never mind, let’s drop it. Who exactly are these ‘they’ you mentioned?”

Wu Yuchen wondered—had this girl been talking to someone?

Kela rolled onto her side, propped her head up with her arm, and displayed her body without restraint before Wu Yuchen:

“Mmm~ Don’t think I don’t know. During the six months we shot The Pirate King last year, plenty of women ended up in your bed. Chinese ones, Hollywood ones too—Anne Hathaway, that spider woman, and Jessica Alba, whom you recently went to support—hmm…”

Wu Yuchen smiled. Some things, once noticed by the right people, cease to be secrets.

He reached out and caressed Kela’s long legs. Though this girl was a bit flat-chested, her legs were truly exceptional—long, graceful, and powerful. And Kela’s looks and aura were both excellent; she was a beauty anywhere you placed her.

Wu Yuchen smiled and asked Kela: “Kela, what’s your real intention?”

They’d known each other for so long without incident—why had she suddenly launched this “attack”?

Kela tilted her head and spoke bluntly: “I already said last night—I just wanted to fuck you.”

“What? Fuck me?”

Wu Yuchen was still puzzled. The women he’d pursued in Hollywood all had clear motives—almost all were after his resources and projects.

They’d already been naked together—he figured if she wanted something from him, she’d have no reason to hide it now.

Kela laughed and gripped his member: “Exactly. I just wanted you. Pure and simple.”

Then she shrugged: “What’s wrong with that?”

Wu Yuchen burst out laughing. He really wanted to tell Kela: “You’re so fucking sexy!”

Honestly, Kela’s words delighted him. This girl wasn’t after any resources—she was simply drawn to his charm. Sometimes, that felt even better.

Wu Yuchen lightly patted Kela’s firm ass, smiling slightly embarrassed: “Kela, I didn’t realize you’d liked me this long~”

But the next moment Kela shook her head quickly: “Liked you? No, no, no—I don’t like you!”

Then she said frankly: “I admire you. I’m grateful you changed my fate. But liked you? Please! I don’t like cheating men. I’d never choose you as my boyfriend!”

Wu Yuchen froze again. Now he was truly confused—what the hell was this girl getting at?

Wu Yuchen didn’t want to be an idiot. He pressed: “Then why did you come to fuck me? Don’t give me the ‘I was drunk last night’ excuse!”

Kela’s behavior last night was clearly premeditated—not the result of drunken impulse.

“I just wanted to have fun. To feel good. Is that a crime?” Kela lifted her chin.

“Slap!” Wu Yuchen smacked her ass.

“Ow! Wu! You’re so not a gentleman!” Kela complained, clutching her buttocks.

“Ha! You didn’t want a gentleman last night. I know what you like—you love savages!”

He raised his hand again. Kela hurriedly said: “Alright, alright, Wu—I admit it was planned!”

Wu Yuchen lowered his hand, his eyes urging her to continue.

Kela adjusted her position, then said: “You know, Wu. How do people say I got the role of Elizabeth? They say I slept my way into it.”

Wu Yuchen’s anger flared instantly. He cursed: “Slander! This is blatant slander! I’d never touch a child! I’ll sue them for defamation!”

He, Director Wu, had dominated Hollywood, directing countless films. Aside from The Pirate King series, he’d used the “casting couch” on every project he touched.

You could say he traded with Greta on Black Frequency; you could say he traded with Jennifer Connelly on The Sixth Sense; you could say he traded with Anne Hathaway on Spider-Man; you could say he traded with Nicole Kidman on The Hours…

But with Kela and The Pirate King—he was truly clean. He hadn’t asked her for a single thing. He chose her purely for the film’s effect! How could anyone smear his reputation like this?

And Kela was only fifteen then—was this trying to get him thrown in prison?! So vicious!

Wu Yuchen asked: “Who said this?!”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course!”

Kela smiled and named a name: “Natalie Portman.”

Wu Yuchen’s heart stirred. He studied Kela’s expression.

Natalie Portman was a world-famous child star, especially for playing Matilda in Léon: The Professional—her fame spread globally.

Kela had once been Natalie Portman’s stunt double in Star Wars: Episode I—perhaps there was some history between them.

Seeing Wu Yuchen’s expression, Kela snorted: “What? Don’t you believe me? Do you think I have any reason to lie to you?”

Wu Yuchen didn’t answer directly. He asked: “What exactly did she say? Why bring this up?”

Kela scoffed:

“I hate her! She hates me too!

We never had any connection before. Even when people on the street mistook me for her and asked for autographs, I didn’t care.

But after The Pirate King became popular, we met once—and she called me a thief who stole the opportunity that should’ve been hers! That fucking bitch!”

Then Kela asked Wu Yuchen: “I saw her again recently. Do you know what she said? She claimed I got where I am today by eating chicken at age fifteen! I’ll eat chicken right in front of her! This fake innocent bitch!”

Honestly, Wu Yuchen didn’t follow Kela’s logic—someone slanders you for eating chicken, and you go out of your way to eat chicken to prove them wrong?

But he understood this kind of female rivalry, especially among actresses.

As Natalie Portman’s former stunt double, Kela, through two Pirate King films—especially The Pirate King 2—landed a major leading role and joined the billion-dollar club, surpassing Natalie Portman. No wonder Natalie felt intense resentment and jealousy. It wasn’t surprising she’d say such things.

But you two’s grudge doesn’t fucking involve Director Wu!

My reputation isn’t yours to trash—especially not by dragging in a child under eighteen. That’s a highly sensitive issue!

In America, a director having affairs with adult actresses? Fine. Even if the papers report it, people just laugh it off as gossip.

But if a director gets tangled in scandal with a minor? That’s a real problem—devastating to image and reputation. In America, there’s a powerful organization called the Parent-Teacher Association, or PTA. They’re hyper-sensitive to this kind of news and wield massive influence. Nobody wants to cross them.

Fuck, this Jewish little bitch—how dare she ruin Director Wu’s reputation?

Wu Yuchen picked up the phone and called Spielberg directly: “Steven, I need you to handle something right away!”

“Huh? Wu, what happened?”

“Someone is secretly slandering my reputation and Kela’s! This will severely damage The Pirate King series!”

“What? Who? What happened?”

Spielberg immediately tensed. The Pirate King series was DreamWorks’ lifeline—no one could touch it!

“Your compatriot—Natalie Portman. I need her explanation.”

“Understood. I’ll handle this immediately!” Spielberg clearly took it seriously.

After Wu Yuchen hung up, Kela watched him with excitement: “Wow, Wu! You just made me so turned on!”

Wu Yuchen snorted: “Of course you’re turned on—you got exactly what you wanted, didn’t you, Miss Elizabeth?”

Kela covered her mouth and giggled: “But I didn’t lie to you. Everything I said was true!”

Then Kela added:

“Honestly, it wasn’t just because of Natalie Portman’s words. I was also resentful. Why did you demand things from Anne Hathaway and the others, but never ask me for anything? Do you think I’m not good enough?”

Wu Yuchen didn’t answer. His gaze unconsciously flickered to Kela’s flat chest. Kela immediately complained: “Damn it! Are men really that obsessed with this shit?!”

Wu Yuchen shrugged: “Their function and duty is to feed us. I’m just respecting nature. Isn’t that right?”

That night, actress Natalie Portman hurried to Wu Yuchen’s estate.

Now she stood before him, looking pitifully innocent: “Wu, I never meant to target you. Everything I said was only about Kela…”

Wu Yuchen sat lazily on the sofa, while Kela sat beside him, smugly watching the show. Seeing Natalie Portman like this, she felt immensely satisfied.

Wu Yuchen kept his face cold: “Miss Portman, I don’t care about your feud with Kela. But you spoke ill of me. You said things harmful to The Pirate King. Do you know how much trouble this would cause if it reached the right ears—or the tabloids?”

“I’m so sorry, Wu!”

She bowed deeply—90 degrees. Whether intentional or not, she wore a white dress with a wide neckline. The bow exposed everything beneath it, clearly displayed before Wu Yuchen.

Kela beside her spat: “Bitch!”

Natalie Portman stepped forward, stood before Kela, and put on a wounded expression: “Kela, I’m sorry. Maybe you’re right—I am a bitch. A bitch who talks behind people’s backs.”

This stunned Kela. She hadn’t expected Natalie Portman—who had once been arrogant or vicious toward her—to suddenly submit like this. The sudden shift left her speechless.

The next moment, Natalie Portman, already near the sofa, threw herself at Wu Yuchen’s feet, hugging his leg: “Wu, please forgive me! Whatever you want me to do—whatever punishment you give—I’ll accept it!”

Kela stared at Natalie Portman. She realized something was off. This woman wasn’t apologizing—look at how she rubbed herself against Wu’s leg, deliberately seducing him under the guise of apology!

Kela shouted angrily: “Hey! You bitch! What are you doing? Are you apologizing or seducing a man?!”

Natalie Portman glanced at Kela, still wearing that saintly, pitiful look: “I’m atoning. I did wrong. I want forgiveness. I want redemption!”

Then she grabbed Wu Yuchen’s hand and placed it on her chest, as if worshipping: “Wu, will you redeem me?”

Wu Yuchen, who had been cold-faced until now, finally smiled: “Heh. Miss Portman, Kela was right—you really are a bitch.”

He understood her intentions now. She apologized, but didn’t miss a single chance to connect with him.

He glanced at Kela. This fool might’ve been used all along—if this was Natalie Portman’s script from the start, then this Jewish little bitch was terrifyingly calculating.

Wu Yuchen sneered, pulled his hand from her chest, and placed it on her head: “Miss Portman, you accused Kela of eating chicken, right?”

Natalie Portman instantly understood. She said quickly: “It’s my fault—my jealousy! I actually wanted…”

She rubbed her face against Wu Yuchen’s thigh, inching closer, teeth tugging at his zipper…

Kela stared, dumbfounded. Wu Yuchen smiled at her: “Kela, didn’t you want to get revenge on her?”