Chapter 63: Little Liu, cry for me!

Chen Guanxi hissed in pain as he scrambled to dodge her second attack, and just as he was about to let out a string of curses, he saw it was Liu Yifei—the one he had been thinking about day and night—and his expression changed.

"Yifei, good morning. Still working so hard?"

Seeing it was Chen Guanxi, with Xie Tingfeng and Yu Wenle following behind, Liu Yifei pursed her lips and said nothing; she picked up her yoga mat and prepared to walk away.

Chen Guanxi was quick-witted and blocked her path: "Young lady, you bumped into me. How can you not even say a word of apology?"

Looking at this young version of the crooked-mouthed freak, Liu Yifei felt a sense of revulsion; she decided to downgrade her assessment of Lu Kuan to "annoying" and upgrade this sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked guy to "disgusting."

Especially those shifty little eyes, paired with that crooked-mouthed, mysterious smile he thought was so handsome—it simply made her want to retch!

"Move aside, don't block the way."

It was rare that Liu Ayi was not by her side, and Chen Guanxi was in the mood to tease this little girl who wouldn't play along; compared to her, those Hong Kong starlets and top-tier hostesses at Heaven on Earth were just too low-class.

"Can't you just say 'sorry, brother'? That's not asking too much, is it?"

As he spoke, he moved closer, almost forcing Liu Yifei against the wall.

Watching his face get closer and closer, Liu Yifei’s anger turned into courage, and she slammed her head into Chen Guanxi.

At 1.68 meters tall, she hit him right in the bridge of the nose, making Chen Guanxi’s nose ache and tears stream down uncontrollably.

"Ah!!!"

The young girl let out a high-pitched scream and kicked Chen Guanxi in the lower abdomen.

The Hong Kong actors had always been defenseless against beauties; he never imagined that the delicate-looking Liu Yifei would be so explosive, and he collapsed to the ground with a scream!

She truly lived up to being the "thick thigh" certified by Boss Lu—she really had strength!

Hearing the commotion, Lu Kuan rushed in from outside, and seeing the two seemingly in conflict, he prepared to take action without a word!

Xie Tingfeng and Yu Wenle had been enjoying the show, but now they scrambled to explain.

But the furious Boss Lu wouldn't listen to their blathering; he was just looking for a way to deal with these bastards who were engaging in passive resistance, so he grabbed Chen Guanxi by the collar and punched him!

Chen Guanxi had been KO'd twice in a short time, and the coaching staff on the sidelines rushed over to break up the fight.

Stop fighting, stop fighting, everyone stop fighting!

After satisfying his urge to fight, Boss Lu grabbed the shaken Liu Yifei, and seeing she seemed fine, he whispered, "Cry, hurry up and cry!"

"Huh?"

The young girl looked at him with a dazed, cute expression, not understanding what he meant, before finally realizing and pulling a bitter face: "I... I can't cry..."

Lu Kuan had the urge to look up and howl at the sky!

What kind of acting is this? What kind of acting is this!

He gave Liu Yifei’s lower back an imperceptible pinch, and she let out an involuntary "Ah!", then covered her mouth, her large eyes finally welling up with a misty haze.

Damn pervert Lu Kuan, that hurts!

Boss Lu looked at the Hong Kong trio helping each other up and quickly seized the moral high ground:

"Chen Guanxi, you have no talent and no character, bullying a minor on set. Fortunately, everyone stopped you. Just wait to be sued!"

"As an investor and director, I am now formally notifying you that you are fired from the crew. According to the contract, you must pay triple your salary in damages. Have your lawyer come!"

"Ning Hao, call the police! Call the reporters!"

"Yes!" "Got it!"

Xie Tingfeng knew he had to step up now, otherwise Chen Guanxi’s family would hate him to death; after all, he was the one who led the passive resistance against the director.

"Lu Kuan, don't you go slandering people. That was just an accident, and Liu Yifei started it!"

"Ah Le, contact Mani!"

It was another scene of chaos.

Lu Kuan learned from Liu Yifei that the other party hadn't actually touched her, and realizing he probably couldn't nail Chen Guanxi on this, he accepted mediation.

Only the reporters who had arrived at the news remained, blocking the studio; they were likely the only ones happy today.

Lu Kuan: A certain Hong Kong artist surnamed Chen has no talent or character and stirred up trouble on set; he has been fired according to regulations!

Chen Guanxi: A certain Mainland director surnamed Lu is perverse and arrogant, mistreating actors, and the production has been indefinitely suspended; he will formally apply to terminate the contract!

Both sides tacitly avoided mentioning the catalyst, Liu Yifei.

Lu Kuan thought that since there was no hard evidence and it might affect her, there was no need to bring it up.

Chen Guanxi was afraid that if he got mud on his pants, he wouldn't be able to explain it, so seeing that Lu Kuan’s side wasn't pointing fingers at him, he was happy to play dumb.

Crew hotel, Lu Kuan’s room.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't always think about confrontation in everything. Zhang Tianshuo is like that, and so is Xie Tingfeng. When will you ever be more mature?"

This was Dong Jie, who had rushed over from Tianjin upon hearing the news. From her blunt venting, it seemed she had already taken it for granted that Lu Kuan was her captive.

Damn it, she’s getting addicted to acting this out, isn't she?

He had no interest in humoring the "poisonous woman," so he leisurely lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and puffed away.

Dong Jie was incensed by the young man's lazy attitude; she had originally made up her mind to give herself to him just for those precious Hong Kong resources.

Well, this is great—before even breaking into the Hong Kong circle, he had offended the Emperor Group behind Xie Tingfeng and the "Ninth Brother" of Hong Kong behind Chen Guanxi. With just one Anita Mui, what kind of advantage could he possibly get?

Anita Mui is an artist, but those people are capital; they are simply not on the same level!

Dong Jie was unwilling to give up and tried to salvage the situation: "Why don't you contact Sister Mui and see? Admit a mistake while the matter isn't big yet, and everyone can still cooperate."

Lu Kuan looked at her sideways, the mockery and disdain on his face plain to see.

Her character was too weak. The entertainment industry is about the survival of the fittest, but there's no need to start fawning the moment you face a confrontation, right?

Forget it, this is a good chance to shake her off anyway.

"Let it be. Don't say any more; I know what I'm doing."

"You!"

Dong Jie was furious, almost bursting into tears from the grievance.

She wasn't worried for Lu Kuan; she was upset for herself.

"Suit yourself then!"

She had no heart left to persuade him; a person who was already of no value wasn't worth her time.

Fortunately, due to some small accidents, her previous attempt to offer herself had failed.

The little white lotus tidied her appearance, picked up her bag, and turned the doorknob, only to see Liu Yifei about to knock.

"Sister Dong, are you here to see Lu Kuan?"

The young girl seemed to have just bathed, and a pleasant fragrance still radiated from her—a freshness untainted by industrial products like perfume or cosmetics.

Dong Jie looked at her expressionlessly and walked away without looking back, as if she had made some kind of decision.

(End of chapter)