Chapter 10: Ten Thousand for the Broken Lock
Even if the online public opinion improves, it’s unlikely to have any positive effect. Jiang Yu scrolled through her contacts, pondering how she might secure some gigs on her own.
Just then, Mu Qingran called.
“Jiang Yu, I’ll send you a statement. Post it on Weibo immediately. It’s the only way to salvage your reputation right now.”
“What?” Jiang Yu was still bewildered, but the call had already ended.
A lengthy message arrived on WeChat. She opened it and nearly dropped her phone in shock.
It was a sob story!
Was this Mu Qingran’s idea?
It spoke of being a left-behind child since childhood, unable to attend school due to poverty, and family no longer by her side…
For reasons she couldn’t explain, Jiang Yu felt deeply uncomfortable reading it.
Especially when she saw the words about her family being gone.
“Oh well, it’s not that outrageous,” she muttered.
Jiang Yu copied the statement and posted it directly.
Her heart was already steeled.
After she sent it, Mu Qingran sent her an address, urging her to come quickly.
She glanced at it—it was the Cloud Top Club from two nights ago.
Despite her doubts, she hurried over. After all, it might be work!
As soon as she arrived, Jiang Yu was searching for the private room.
A young man who looked like a staff member entered the lounge holding a bill. “Ms. Jiang, finally found you. Mr. Yu asked me to give this to you.”
Jiang Yu took the bill, and almost fainted at the number.
“Ten thousand yuan?!”
She stared at the bill incredulously, her voice cold. “What is this?”
The staff member replied with respectful formality, “It’s for the lock you broke. It was imported, worth ten thousand yuan. Please pay promptly.”
Jiang Yu’s face darkened with fury. “This lousy lock is worth that much? He must be insane!”
“We’ll provide a receipt once payment is made,” the staff responded mechanically.
Jiang Yu glared at him for several seconds, then finally gritted her teeth and paid by card.
She was simmering with anger.
Yu Zhiyuan was clearly picking a fight, deliberately making things difficult for her.
“Just my luck—misfortune for eight lifetimes!” she cursed as she entered the elevator, her face thunderous.
Just as the elevator doors were closing, Shen Rongyin stepped in, as if she had timed it perfectly.
She wore a perfectly tailored dress, walked with elegance, and her lips were curved in a faint smile.
Jiang Yu was surprised to see her here.
“What brings you here?”
“Naturally, I’m here to discuss business with President Fu.”
She emphasized the words “President Fu.”
Hmph, showing off for no reason.
“Jiang Yu, you really are down on your luck. But your acting was convincing—I almost believed it myself.”
Jiang Yu looked up, her expression cold.
“So what? Does it concern you?”
Shen Rongyin stepped closer. “Of course, I’m here to see your downfall.”
Jiang Yu tried to steady herself. “You don’t need to waste your energy keeping an eye on me.”
Shen Rongyin’s smile was full of implication. “Jiang Yu, aren’t you overestimating yourself? Do you really think President Fu can’t do without you? Artists like you are everywhere. My advice? Leave early.”
Jiang Yu stared at her, eyes icy cold. “You’re right. Then can you lend me twenty million?”
“What?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’? The penalty fee for breaking my contract! You think I’m stupid? If I leave now, I have to pay that fee. Or are you so wealthy, Miss Shen, that you’ll pay it for me?”
Shen Rongyin was rendered speechless by Jiang Yu’s retort.
“You really are hopeless!”
“Ding—”
The elevator arrived. Shen Rongyin shot her a glare and hurried off.