Perhaps hearing the news of Mr. Zhao Guo'an's return to the country, Su Fengxi, who had always been calm and composed, found it difficult to sit still and hurriedly called to inquire about the situation. She wasn't worried that her boyfriend would retract, but she was afraid that old man Zhao Guo'an would interfere and ruin her plans.
Zhao Wenyi used trembling fingertips to dial the call, and Su Fengxi's sweet voice came through. Her voice, once so endearing to Zhao Wenyi, now seemed to be the horn of hell, the devil's chant, coated with honey on the surface but containing intense poison inside.
Every time she spoke to him in her sweet voice, Zhao Wenyi's mind seemed to be engulfed in a storm, all rationality shattered and disappeared, and he would agree to those bizarre demands in a daze; when she nestled next to him, she seemed like a venomous snake, coiling around him tightly, strangling him bit by bit, as if her hands held an invisible rope tied around his neck, pulling and urging him in the direction she wanted. Once Zhao Wenyi started to struggle and resist, the rope would suddenly tighten, severing his head.
Zhao Wenyi couldn't remember how he fell in love with Su Fengxi. Since meeting her, he had been living in a dream. At first, this dream was wrapped in what seemed like a beautiful veil, numbing him, but as time went by, the thin veil was lifted, revealing a hell of boiling magma and wandering demons. Without a doubt, those demons, each one had Su Fengxi's face.
In fact, when they first fell in love, Zhao Wenyi had sensed something strange. At that time, Su Fengxi had used unspeakable means to force a female actress to her death in order to compete for a role in a movie. Although the actress's death was ruled a suicide, strictly speaking, Su Fengxi didn't need to bear legal responsibility, but anyone with principles would shun her.
But the strange thing was, Zhao Wenyi had strong principles, and yet after learning the truth, he helped Su Fengxi wrap things up and let her go back to filming. This approach completely contradicted his morals and conscience, and dishonored the higher education he had received.
At the time, he had been immersed in Su Fengxi's gratitude, feeling content. But late at night, upon careful reflection, he was filled with cold sweat. It wasn't until then that he asked himself—was that person during the day really you? What were you thinking, why did you lose your conscience, give up your bottom line? Why did you still feel that such a vicious woman was worthy of your love?
Such a struggle always occurred when he was away from Su Fengxi, but as soon as he heard her ethereal voice or saw her beautiful figure, those soul-searching questions were easily forgotten. These days of languor and haze went on for five years.
During these five years, he felt like he wasn't a person, but rather a dog led by Su Fengxi. She let him bite wherever she liked, his dignity and pride completely destroyed by the other party, and even his conscience and morals were at stake.
For Zhao Wenyi, losing his integrity and the qualifications of being human were far more painful than death. But he had no way out, who would believe such a bizarre experience if he told them? Who could he turn to for help?
He knew that he would eventually die at the hands of Su Fengxi, but he didn't expect this woman to be so malicious, dragging the entire Zhao Group with him to his grave! He answered the phone, tenderly calling out "Susu," but his pupils burst with deep hatred.
However, soon the anger, ferocity, suppression, and pain accumulated in his chest seemed to flow into his right hand, then were quickly drawn away by Vanga Lu's slightly clasped palms. The continuous sensation of being drained was so strong and real, impossible to ignore.
Sensing Zhao Wenyi's bewilderment, Vanga Lu glanced at him and said imperceptibly, "Continue talking to her."
Those foul, rotten, and morbid love and attachment were drawn out, replaced by a clear and unprecedented peace. Zhao Wenyi immediately composed himself and continued speaking to the person on the other end of the phone, "Do you need something from me?"
Su Fengxi had a very sensitive intuition, and almost instantly sensed the coldness in his voice, so she pretended to be worried and inquired, "Wenyi, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? I heard that the old man has come back, did you guys have a fight? If you're really in a difficult situation, then forget about that matter, I'll figure it out myself."
She had used this strategy many times. Once she heard him respond, Zhao Wenyi would immediately take on all the burdens for her, even if they crushed him to pieces. She didn't care if this person could make it out of the fire pit at Xichuan, as long as she had this dog, she had countless more.
But Zhao Wenyi's answer surprised her, then it made her furious. Hearing him, she quickly launched into a tirade, "Then figure it out yourself, I won't be involved in your affairs in the future."
Su Fengxi was stunned for a while before asking incredulously, "Wenyi, what did you just say?"
Zhao Wenyi's voice turned colder and said, "I said, I won't be involved in your affairs in the future, take care of yourself." Then he hung up the phone.
Staring at her phone, Su Fengxi's features slowly twisted and turned ferocious. Zhao Wenyi had refused her? How dare he!
A bright red sports car swiftly entered the ramp and sped towards the Xinghui Building at a speed of over a hundred kilometers per hour. She had to ask him face to face. Even if she had to throw or slaughter the dog she had raised, she wouldn't let him get away!
At the same time, Vanga Lu had released Zhao Wenyi's hand and stepped back to his original position.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wenyi kept reminiscing about the phone conversation just now, and felt the nonstop excitement in his chest. He couldn't believe it and murmured, "How did you do it? Do you know what trouble I'm in?"
"I'm not sure of the specific situation. We'll have to wait for Su Fengxi to arrive to confirm." Vanga Lu held his hands together, his thumbs interlocked, completely relaxed and indifferent, "I'll wait with you here. By the way, are you willing to repay that 80 million for me?"
"Is she coming?" Zhao Wenyi's pupils contracted for a moment, then shook his head with a bitter smile. Yes, the obedient dog that he was had suddenly turned on its master and was preparing to escape. How could Su Fengxi, such a self-conceited person, not come to check on the situation? With her malicious nature, if Zhao Wenyi broke free from her control, she would rather destroy him than let him be free.
Fear and worry surged, making Zhao Wenyi nervous, but this oppressive emotion quickly dissipated because of Vanga Lu's presence. This person sat quietly in front of him, a trace of a smile hanging around his mouth, and one sentence of "I'll accompany you" was enough to calm his agitated heart.
"I'll fund you privately, help you pay that 80 million, and give you an S-level artist's contract. What do you think?" Zhao Wenyi asked earnestly, suddenly recalling Vanga Lu's recently changed signature. A medium? He truly was a medium! No wonder he could help him deal with this bizarre situation!
If he had known that Vanga Lu had such a unique personality, he would never have stood by and watched during that huge online cyberbullying incident. He had allowed Vanga Lu to fall into a desperate situation, and in return, when he was in despair, the other party had come to his aid. It was a great irony!
Regret began to gnaw at Zhao Wenyi's heart and nerves...
Vanga Lu glanced at him, and the warm voice carried a soothing power, "Just help me with the funds, let the rest proceed naturally."
"How can you let the contract proceed naturally? You have only three months left on your contract with Xinghui Entertainment. If you terminate the contract, where will you work? How will you make a living?" Zhao Wenyi genuinely wanted to help Vanga Lu and was genuinely worried about his livelihood. This person seemed even more ignorant of the world than the original Vanga Lu and lacked understanding of human relationships, with a taste of being out of touch with mortal affairs. What kind of environment could produce such a unique personality?
Vanga Lu did not answer his question but instead closed his eyes and listened for a moment, then reminded, "She's here."
"Who? Su Fengxi? So soon?" Zhao Wenyi's entire body stiffened.
Waiting quietly for less than three minutes, Su Fengxi slammed open the office door and walked in briskly. She was wearing a fiery red tight-fitting dress, with long legs in eight-inch high heels, heavy and fierce makeup on her face, tightly pursed fiery red lips, exuding a strong aura.
Facing her in this way, every cell in Zhao Wenyi's body began to be cautious, and the negative emotions drained by Fan Jarrold just now were piling up layer by layer again. His body also uncontrollably began to submit. Is he able to win this battle?
Judging from his trembling fingertips, hope seems extremely dim.
Su Fengxi was about to speak to question, when Mr. Zhao Guo'an quickly walked in with a cane. The office door was wide open, and he immediately saw that enchanting figure, and then felt an indescribable disgust. It turns out he didn't leave the company just now, but went to the offices of several vice presidents, preparing to contact the company's core staff and major shareholders to drive his own grandson out.
As he was discussing countermeasures there, he heard that Su Fengxi had arrived, so he immediately rushed to his grandson's office, wanting to have a talk with this demoness. He wanted to see what magic this demoness had to make his own grandson, who had been carefully nurtured and had outstanding talents, lose his judgment and become infatuated.
The two walked into the office one after the other and stared at Zhao Wenyi with fierce eyes.
Looking left and right, Zhao Wenyi's heart felt a suffocating pain due to his rapid heartbeat. This was simply a level of hell! Whether it was through a phone call or face to face, the impact of Su Fengxi on him was undoubtedly different. He could refuse her voice, but he had no confidence in rejecting her as a person. But his grandfather was watching, and he didn't want to reveal the ugly side of himself kneeling and groveling before a woman.
In his grandfather's eyes, he had always been astute, capable, with a clear division between public and private, and the most qualified heir to the Zhao Group. But after today, this impression will be replaced by one of being foolish, having no self-respect, even being an embarrassment. He would become a disgrace to the family!
Thunder and lightning resounded in Zhao Wenyi's mind, and his body was frozen in place.
Su Fengxi flicked a glance at Mr. Zhao Guo'an, with a very arrogant attitude. She didn't care if the older generation of the Zhao family approved of her, she only cared about why Zhao Wenyi suddenly didn't listen to her. If she wanted to marry into a wealthy family, which rich family couldn't she enter?
"What's wrong with you? Have you gone crazy?" her sweet voice became very sharp.
"And what about you? What qualifications do you have to interfere with the internal decisions of the Zhao Group? Are you asking Wenyi to bear such a big responsibility for you? Are you trying to kill him?" Mr. Zhao Guo'an was itching to beat Su Fengxi with his cane. She was so heartless, treating his grandson like a lackey!
Zhao Wenyi stayed silent, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
At that moment, Fan Jarrold, who was sitting leisurely in a leather chair, suddenly stood up, walked lightly behind Zhao Wenyi, wrapped his slender arm around his neck, and his thin lips touched his ear, blowing hot breath. "Reject her, now. Say everything you have been wanting to say."
He turned slightly, gazing at Zhao Wenyi's tense profile, murmuring, "What was that word? Oh, right..." Even closer to his ear, his soft lips let out a mocking chuckle, commanding firmly but gently, "Challenge her!"