Chapter 251

Chapter 251 - The True Power!

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yanyan was even more puzzled. “Mrs. Yang, what's this act you're putting on? Why would you personally intervene to bring them together? If Chu Wenwen actually agrees to everything, won't that ruin our plans?”

“Relax,” Mrs. Yang assured her confidently. “A woman like Wenwen, even if she's considering letting go, will still put on a show. And I have no intention of truly bringing her and Fong Zihao together. This is just a little ploy. Once Fong Zihao gets angry, who knows what he'll do? Chu Wenwen is currently in the spotlight. If any scandal leaks now, it would cause an uproar. Then, who would want to cast her in a movie?”

“Mrs. Yang, you're brilliant!” Cheng Yanyan couldn't help but feel elated at the plan.

The following evening, Fong Zihao was seated early in the private dining room of the hotel where he had arranged to meet Chu Wenwen. However, as the appointed time came and went, there was no sign of Wenwen, nor did Mrs. Yang show up, causing his mood to sour. Findd new stories on nov/e(l)bin(.)com

After an additional ten minutes, Fong Zihao's patience had completely worn thin. He was accustomed to women waiting for him in bed after getting ready; waiting for a woman was a first for him. If not for being captivated by Wenwen's looks, he would have never tolerated it this long.

But that was the end of it. His patience had its limits. If she had merely ignored him as before, perhaps he wouldn't be so infuriated. But this woman had actively sought him out only to stand him up, which was nothing short of an insult.

Just as he was about to stand up and leave, Mrs. Yang hurried in.

“I'm so sorry, so sorry...” she began apologizing the moment she walked in. “My deepest apologies, Director Fong. There was an incident on the way, and I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience.”

“It's alright,” Fong Zihao said with a smile, his mood lightening now that she had arrived. After all, he didn't want to spoil the mood for the good times ahead with Wenwen. “Is Miss Wenwen still outside? Why not invite her in?”

“That wretch!” Fong Zihao's face contorted with anger, completely incensed.

“Please, Director Fong, don't be upset,” Mrs. Yang said, her inner glee masked by a feigned panic. “I didn't mean to provoke you. I just didn't want any misunderstandings between us. After all, I depend on you for my livelihood; why would I intentionally make things difficult for you?”

Fong Zihao took a moment to compose himself. “Rest assured, Mrs. Yang, I won't take my frustration out on you. But do you have any information on this man? What's his story?”

“I've seen him once. He's quite unremarkable in appearance and claims to be a farmer. Probably some nouveau riche businessman. In any case, he's not someone of high standing,” Mrs. Yang hurriedly added flattery, “But then again, compared to you, there are very few who could be considered reputable in the entire country.”

“A farmer?” Fong Zihao fumed again. “Chu Wenwen has stooped so low, preferring the bed of a bumpkin!”

“Exactly,” Mrs. Yang agreed, then something else occurred to her. “Oh, Director Fong, did you hear that Chu Wenwen is planning a concert in Clear River Village in Qingyang City? She's breaking your appointment today to go to that godforsaken place for a concert. It's likely that man will be there. She's going to be quite busy for a while!”

“Hmph, once she's done with that concert, she won't need to worry about being busy ever again.” Fong Zihao was resolute in his decision to blacklist her.

He had thought she was pure and more refined than the other women he'd been with, only to discover she was nothing of the sort. And to think she had the audacity to insult and embarrass him—she no longer had a place in this industry.

“Hmph, it's only right for Director Fong to teach her a lesson. What is she thinking, going off to hold a concert in such a remote, uncivilized place? It's so isolated that it would take hours for the police to respond to an emergency. She must be out of her mind with greed to take such a risk,” Mrs. Yang muttered, her words laced with what seemed to be a deliberate insinuation.

After finishing her spiel, Mrs. Yang feigned having urgent business, hastily excused herself to Fong Zihao, and then hurried off.

“Clear River Village?” Fong Zihao repeated the unfamiliar name, a hint of malice creeping onto his face. “Since Chu Wenwen is so eager for fame, I'll ensure she becomes notorious there. But... since you look down on my capabilities, I'll make certain you experience firsthand what real power is!”