Chapter 59: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry
Chapter 59: Filthy Mouths
On the third floor of the luxurious mansion, in the makeup room.
Perhaps Li Zhuyi forgot to properly close the door when she left, as it was left slightly ajar, leaving a small crack.
A group of men and women were seated in the elegantly decorated room, waiting. After a while, the person they were waiting for still hadn't arrived.
Bored, they inevitably began chatting. The conversation eventually turned to Yan Zhixu.
A woman, glancing around at the interior décor and ornaments, with a glimmer of envy and barely concealed jealousy in her eyes, spoke up.
"Yan Zhixu really is lucky. She managed to climb into the arms of such a wealthy second-generation heir. Master Yan has gone all out to support her, even paying for us to do her styling."
The L.I Styling Design team was not affiliated with any particular company in the entertainment industry, nor did they work exclusively for any artist. As long as you could afford their services, they would work for you.
They had styled many well-known first-tier female stars, and their red carpet looks were always impressive, with a significant amount of fame.
The fact that Yan Zhixu managed to get Miss Li, the owner of the studio, meant she must have put in quite a bit of effort.
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Hearing Chao Rongrong’s sour remark, a man frowned and spoke up to warn her. "Enough, stop being so bitter. If someone hears you, you might lose your job."
In this line of work, gossiping behind people's backs was the worst taboo.
Chao Rongrong, however, didn’t seem to care. Her indifferent face twisted into one full of sarcasm, and she shot a disdainful glance at the man who spoke.
"There’s no one else here, so what’s the problem? I think you’re not worried about losing your job but about coveting Yan Zhixu’s face. Treating her as some kind of sexual fantasy, huh?"
"It’s just a pretty face, I don’t know what so many people like about her. Could it be that she’s both slutty and cheap?"
Her cousin, Chao Jiandan, was a student at Jinchuan High School, in the same year as Master Yan.
A few days ago, she heard that they had said some bad things about Yan Zhixu, and Master Yan, not caring about their schoolmate relationship, had sternly warned them.
Her cousin had secretly had a crush on Master Yan but never dared to confess. Who would have thought that this little bitch, Yan Zhixu, had beat her to the punch?
Chao Rongrong's words were filled with venom, and the others in the makeup room kept quiet, unwilling to get involved, all too aware of the need to stay out of trouble.
"!!!!!!"
In the corridor outside, a young man in a sports outfit paused when he heard these words. His eyes flashed with a murderous glint.
He raised his foot and kicked the door with all his strength.
"Bang—"
The door crashed into the wall with a loud noise, startling everyone in the makeup room. They reflexively looked toward the door.
Yan Jinxiu strode in, walking straight toward Chao Rongrong’s position.
His face was dark, his eyes bloodshot, looking as fierce as a hungry wolf cub.
With every step he took, the color drained from Chao Rongrong’s face, until it became as pale as paper.
He stopped right in front of her, standing still.
Yan Jinxiu loosened his fingers, the cracking sound of his knuckles echoing through the now dead-silent room, a chilling sensation that made the air oppressive.
He sneered, "If you have guts, say what you just said again. The wind was too strong earlier, I didn’t catch it."
Everyone else: What the hell, the wind?!
Chao Rongrong hadn’t expected him to suddenly appear, especially not with such a serious attitude toward questioning her.
Panicking, her face fluctuated between green and pale, unsure of how to defend herself.
Yan Jinxiu’s brows furrowed in anger, "What, no words now? Are you mute?"
His voice suddenly grew louder, and the killing intent around him expanded like a violent storm. Chao Rongrong was so frightened she trembled uncontrollably.
The others, seeing this, dared not speak or beg for mercy, fearing they would provoke his fury.
At the end of his patience, clearly irritated, he snapped, "If you don’t speak now, I won’t mind making you mute for real."
What a disgusting thing, spewing filth from her mouth, daring to slander his sister on his turf?
(End of Chapter)
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