Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 596 -596: Raising a Star (19)

Chapter 596 -596: Raising a Star (19)

Feng Wang frowned, “Junior sister, it’s not your turn to manage what I drink.”

Chuzheng glanced at him, her tone even and cold, “You have a stomach condition.”

Feng Wang: “…”

Feng Wang remembered the food that had been regularly sent over during this period and felt somewhat bewildered.

Lan Ling also knew about his stomach condition.

She would scold him, but she never came to prepare things thoughtfully for him.

Because he was an adult, he didn’t need that kind of care.

But…

Liang Xi came back with water and placed it in front of Feng Wang, “Brother Wang… drink some water.”

“Who wants to drink plain boiled water,” Feng Wang turned his head away with a light snort, “Junior sister is showing me so much concern, could she have really fallen for me?”

She even remembers such a minor detail as my stomach condition.

Before Chuzheng could respond, he threatened, “I must caution you, don’t get any funny ideas about me, my patron gets very jealous.”

“Who is your patron?” Chuzheng asked casually.

“My patron…” Feng Wang had bragged about it to countless people with much expertise.

But from start to finish, it was impossible to determine who he was talking about.

The impression given was that this ‘patron’ wielded considerable power.

If those unaware of the facts were to think about Feng Wang’s domineering behavior in the entertainment industry combined with his wild boasts, they would likely be frightened enough not to dare lay a finger on him.

“I’m asking for his name.”

“Junior sister, that’s private, how can I tell you,” Feng Wang shot her a look.

Chuzheng gave him an ambiguous look and lowered her head to drink water.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Feng Wang’s heart.

Did Lan Ling tell her something?

–

“Sister Chuzheng, where are you?”

Liang Xi’s voice was somewhat panicked.

“What happened?”

“Brother Wang… Brother Wang has hit someone,” noises of commotion could faintly be heard over the phone, Liang Xi said, “We couldn’t stop him, what should we do, Sister Chuzheng?”

Liang Xi originally wanted to call Sister Lan.

But Sister Lan’s phone was out of the service area, so she had no choice but to call Chuzheng.

So he hit someone, so what?

It’s not me he hit.

[…Miss, please take this seriously.]

How am I not taking it seriously?

Am I not serious enough about him?

[Miss, please go back now and take a look at your Good Person Card, okay?] King’s Account pleaded helplessly.

“…I’ll be right back.”

Chuzheng hung up the phone and left the restroom.

Approaching the shooting site, she heard all sorts of chaotic sounds, with equipment strewn all over the ground.

Feng Wang was on top of someone, throwing punches one after another.

No one around was able to pull him away.

He seemed to exude a suppressed air, as though he was fighting his own enemy.

So fierce…

My previous Good Person Card didn’t seem this fierce… Did he take some kind of Elixir Pills to level up?

A darkened Good Person Card is different.

Fierce when you say fierce.

Chuzheng pondered where to start as she moved closer to the scene.

“Teacher Chi, don’t go over there…”

Someone attempted to stop Chuzheng, likely fearing she might get injured by Feng Wang accidentally.

However, Chuzheng didn’t care about that; she walked over to Feng Wang and struck down with a stick while others tried to pull her away.

Feng Wang’s body suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

“…”

Chuzheng: “…” Her strength was just perfect, impeccable.

The staff on-site all turned their gazes towards Chuzheng.

Chuzheng composedly threw away the weapon in her hand and with a stern and serious little face, asked, “What’s wrong?”

Everyone: “…”

Everyone hurriedly moved Feng Wang aside.

The man who was assaulted belonged to the work crew; Feng Wang’s assistant was unclear how the fight started. He’d only stepped away to take a phone call, and in just a few minutes, he heard a loud commotion.

Then Feng Wang started hitting someone.

The scene quickly descended into chaos; no one could hold Feng Wang back.

–

The resting room.

Feng Wang slowly came to, instinctively touching the back of his neck, stiff and painful.

“Brother Wang,” seeing him awake, the assistant immediately came over to help him up.

“Who hit me?” Feng Wang asked his assistant with an unsuspecting look.

“Um…”

It was Sister Chuzheng who hit you.

The assistant took some medicine from nearby: “Brother Wang, you should take your medicine first.”

Feng Wang stared at the medicine in the assistant’s hand and silently took it: “How’s the person doing?”

Clearly, Feng Wang had an impression of what he had done.

The assistant said: “Nothing serious, he’s been taken to the hospital already.”

“Has Lan Ling come over?” Feng Wang thought about the inevitable lecture he couldn’t avoid and felt somewhat of a headache.

“No, Sister Lan doesn’t know yet.”

“Doesn’t know?” Feng Wang was puzzled: “Can you handle it?”

It wasn’t the first time something happened that he didn’t immediately call Lan Ling.

Today’s incident, not calling Lan Ling was hard to justify.

“No…” The assistant was embarrassed: “It’s Sister Chuzheng who took care of it.”

Feng Wang was slightly startled.

How did she handle it?

Feng Wang knew today’s incident was quite severe…

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

Chuzheng came in from outside, she glanced at the person sitting on the sofa and asked calmly, “Awake now?”

The assistant, knowing what was best, exited the resting room and closed the door.

Feng Wang leaned against the sofa, his dark eyes looking over: “Little Junior Sister, how did you resolve this matter?”

“With money.” According to King’s Account, anything that money can solve isn’t a problem.

Of course, Chuzheng was steadfast in her belief: anything that can be resolved with fists isn’t a problem either.

The real damage was to the equipment outside.

Chuzheng compensated for everything and then ‘negotiated’ with the injured party; the matter was quite easily resolved.

Even the news hadn’t spread outside.

Feng Wang asked in a low tone: “They agreed?”

Chuzheng claimed righteously, “Why wouldn’t they agree? I pay, they shut up, and there’s no loss.” They might even make a profit.

Feng Wang furrowed his brows.

Money truly could silence many people.

But he was afraid that certain people, even after taking the money, would still talk.

Feng Wang pulled out his phone and quickly checked trending searches, finding no mention of himself.

So the world didn’t know about this incident yet.

“Little Junior Sister, thank you,” Feng Wang said politely, then added, “How much did it cost? I’ll transfer it to you.”

“Not much.” Money once spent is like water poured out; no one can expect me to get it back, not even with a Good Person Card!

Forget the person; those professional equipments outside alone represented a significant sum. How could it not be much?

“Little Junior Sister, I don’t want to owe you such a big favor; I’m not short of money after all–and I have a sugar daddy,” he said, unable to refrain from mentioning his sugar daddy every other sentence.

“I said it’s not much,” Chuzheng said fiercely, “You just think of me as a good person, that’s enough.”

Trying to be a good person every day!

Feng Wang smiled with implicit meaning: “I’ve heard that Little Junior Sister likes doing charity work. I never imagined Little Junior Sister’s kindness was so boundless.”

Likes doing charity work?

Do I have this hobby?

Chuzheng realized and then calmly changed the subject: “Why did you hit somebody?”

Feng Wang’s eyes narrowed slightly, his body sinking into the sofa, his lashes lowered: “I don’t remember.”