Chapter 5

Tang Huan's shamelessness had clearly reached a new level.

If the fabricated bed scene only made Han Qinghe eager to end this painful conversation, then Tang Huan's current portrayal of himself as the male lead of the scene was like adding fuel to the fire, completely driving Han Qinghe to the brink of madness.

"Tang Huan, get out of here!"

Han Qinghe's provocation worked.

But it also spread the flames to herself.

At this moment, she didn't want to see Tang Huan for even a second. Even the persistent Mo Lin seemed more tolerable to her than him.

And the thoroughly marginalized Mo Lin was also completely enraged.

The male lead of the bed scene is not me, but you?

Where do you get your confidence? What are you, anyway?

This play is funded by Donghuang, and all the relationships are handled by Donghuang. You say you're the male lead, so you are? Are you drunk?

Mo Lin's eyes were extremely dark.

He quickly called in the two bodyguards outside the door.

"Get him out of here." Mo Lin issued the order, his eyes cold.

Brother Huan, who was threatened by force, did not back down. Instead, he said matter-of-factly, "Every flower and blade of grass, every table and chair here belongs to Shengtian. Even Miss Han can't kick me out. You think you can?"

"Mr. Mo, I think you've taken too much expired Viagra and lost your mind."

He continued to speak calmly, completely ignoring the furious Mo Lin and the mad Han Qinghe. Of course, he also ignored the two bodyguards who were closing in.

"Get him out!" Mo Lin was unwilling to waste any more words.

He didn't want to see Tang Huan for even a second.

If it were in another setting, Mo Lin could have had the two highly skilled bodyguards cripple this guy in a fit of anger.

Too much talk!

Too much audacity!

Mo Lin, who had lived for twenty-eight years, had never seen such a despicable scoundrel!

A bodyguard with bronze-colored skin made his move.

He was 185 cm tall, with a buzz cut and fierce, resolute eyes. At first glance, one could tell he was a trained fighter and a veteran.

His movements were quick, precise, and ruthless. He casually but firmly grabbed Tang Huan's shoulder.

If this were done to an ordinary person, they would likely scream like a pig being slaughtered.

But Tang Huan, using the arm that was grabbed, steadily lifted the milk tea cup and took a sip without changing his expression. Then, under the astonished gaze of the bodyguard, Tang Huan looked up and scanned the bodyguard with a calm gaze: "Let go of your dog's paw before I get angry."

The bodyguard felt Tang Huan's shoulder as hard as steel. He wanted to let go, but was intimidated by Tang Huan's terrifying presence.

But he was very clear about his role. A bodyguard is there to solve problems for the employer. As long as it's not murder or arson, he couldn't back down without an order.

He secretly increased his strength, trying to use a sudden burst of force to lift Tang Huan from the chair and catch him off guard, also to save face for himself.

But when he exerted his strength, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.

"Disobedient."

Tang Huan shook his head slightly, his pitch-black eyes suddenly deepening. A strange light flashed in them. Then, he slowly stood up. Without any visible movement of his shoulder, the bodyguard's body involuntarily fell backward as if he had touched a high-voltage wire. His face turned a sickly green, looking extremely terrible.

"I believe someone has told you not to touch someone's shoulder casually—bang!"

Tang Huan's porcelain cup slammed into the bodyguard's forehead. The hard cup shattered on the bodyguard's forehead, and countless sharp fragments cut into his head, blood streaming down his face. The scene was particularly terrifying.

Tang Huan's ruthless move even startled Mo Lin.

He, of course, knew the strength of his bodyguard. Even the uncles in the underworld had always wanted to poach him from Mo Lin. In several public fights, this bodyguard had also helped Mo Lin save face.

But today, he had stumbled. Mo Lin, unwilling to accept this, wanted to have another bodyguard, who had fought in underground boxing, step in. But the bloodied bodyguard secretly signaled Mo Lin to back off.

"Qinghe, now you know what kind of company Shengtian is, right? Even their agents resort to violence, let alone the management?"

Mo Lin left the office with a belly full of resentment after saying this.

After these three left, Tang Huan sat down again.

He thought that his brutal and ruthless move would definitely shock the inexperienced Han Qinghe. At the very least, it would make her wary of him.

But Han Qinghe's reaction was a great disappointment to Brother Huan.

"You're not only a despicable scoundrel but also lawless," Han Qinghe said expressionlessly. "I will never cooperate with someone like you."

Tang Huan sighed lightly, a strange look appearing on his slightly weathered face: "To help you out of a tight spot, I even offended Mo Lin. I didn't expect you to see me this way."

After saying this, a faint sadness appeared in his eyes.

Help me out of a tight spot?

Are you sure it wasn't jealousy, or a short temper that couldn't bear the humiliation?

Although Han Qinghe had been perfectly protected since her debut, this did not mean she lacked the ability to discern right from wrong. On the contrary, she was very intelligent. Otherwise, she wouldn't have become a talented woman in the entertainment industry.

"Shengtian can't force Miss Han. But I think, with Donghuang's capital, even if you want to terminate the contract, they won't agree," Tang Huan said solemnly. "Moreover, as far as I know, several entertainment companies with underworld connections have been trying to contact Miss Han. And you don't have a good response strategy."

Although Han Qinghe's studio was funded by Shengtian, the overall operational authority was mostly in Han Qinghe's hands. This was also the reason why Han Qinghe chose to cooperate with Shengtian.

Problems that Han Qinghe couldn't solve, Shengtian couldn't solve either. For example, the pressure from Donghuang Entertainment and those entertainment companies with deep backgrounds.

In this big melting pot, how difficult it was for Han Qinghe to remain unscathed?

"What do you want to say?" Han Qinghe raised her eyes slightly, still expressionless.

All these problems were only temporary for Han Qinghe, who was dedicated to art.

At worst, she could quit and become an independent musician.

"I believe Miss Han has her own way of handling things and is not without a way out," Tang Huan adjusted his tone, speaking softly. "But in my view, China has always lacked a super diva who can break out of Asia and step onto the world stage. Miss Han is the most capable and qualified so far. But without capital support and maintenance, it will be difficult for Miss Han to become a world-class artist, let alone a top-tier one."

"So?"

Han Qinghe still asked without any emotion.

Even if she couldn't become an artist or a world-class singer, she wouldn't compromise with evil forces. Like Mo Lin, or the despicable Tang Huan.

"So I hope Miss Han doesn't act too impulsively and we can talk things through slowly..."

Tang Huan was about to use his silver tongue, but Han Qinghe had lost interest in continuing the conversation. She shook her head lightly, her expression cold: "Delete the kissing scene, and I'll join the production immediately. Also, I can give Shengtian some operational rights."

After saying this, she stood up: "I'm going to the recording studio. Please leave."

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