"Apologies, my dear, the company had a sudden urgent matter that required my attention, so I was late—"
"Slap—"
Before the male lead, Lin Yue, could finish his explanation, the female lead slapped him with all her might.
The stunned male lead was about to question her when his peripheral vision caught a large screen not far away. To his surprise, it was showing his WeChat chat history from not long ago!
[Chenchen's Mom: Mr. Lin, I know you have a very important banquet to attend tonight.
But Chenchen has had a high fever since this afternoon and has been looking for you. Can you come see him?]
[Lin Yue: I will send someone to take Chenchen to the hospital.]
[Chenchen's Mom: Okay.
[Lin Yue: Never mind, I'll be there soon.]
"This..."
As if surprised by how quickly karma had come back to bite him, the male lead, Lin Yue, was momentarily speechless. He then hastily explained:
"My dear, please don't misunderstand. She's just an employee of the company.
She's a single mother and lied to her child, telling him I was his father, which is why the child always looks for me when he's sick."
Perhaps unable to listen to Lin Yue's nonsensical excuses, the big screen began playing another video of the male lead as if he were riding a horse.
Sitting in a VIP seat, watching the drama unfold up close, the film emperor reached out to shield someone's exceptionally bright, peach-blossom eyes, then leaned in and asked with certainty:
"Do you have a mole in the sound equipment crew?"
"Tsk, what mole? That's called an ally!"
To monitor the every move of the male and female leads, Lin Jinghang had taken in a subordinate in Tianshui City, or perhaps a disciple would be a more fitting description.
Her disciple was named 'Xiao Ba,' a kid who was crazy about hacking technology.
Xiao Ba knew almost everything about her past. So, after graduating from university, the kid rejected an opportunity for further studies abroad and resolutely applied to the public relations department of Lin's Group, specifically responsible for the operation of the group's website.
Because the computer used to play videos at the banquet venue was infected with a virus.
Therefore, Xiao Ba, who had the best computer skills, was put forward and assigned the critical task.
The male lead, Lin Yue, who was being slapped in the face by this operation, had no time to investigate who leaked the video. He grabbed the female lead, who was trying to escape.
"My dear, listen to me. That night was just an accident. I was drugged and mistook her for you!"
"Let me go! You really disgust me!"
Saying that, the female lead slapped the male lead again, and then adopted an attitude of complete rejection, like a turtle burying its head in the sand.
At this moment, the large screen, which had been busy all evening, changed again.
A seaside on a sunny day.
A man and a woman were lying on the golden sand, kissing passionately.
The man was sunny and handsome, the woman was gentle and lovely.
However, this seemingly perfect scene made the male lead's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot, with veins bulging on his forehead.
"Ah—!"
The female lead let out a scream that could pierce eardrums.
Everyone looked towards the sound and saw Madam Lin, the woman on the screen, trying to pry open the hand that was tightly gripping her arm, wincing and gasping in pain.
"Lin Yue, you, you let go of me! You're crushing my arm!"
The male lead, Lin Yue, who was being publicly cuckolded, ignored the female lead's pained cries and said with a sinister, dangerous tone:
"Tell me, who is that man? What's your relationship with him?"
Facing Lin Yue's insistent questioning, the female lead suppressed the panic in her eyes and flatly denied:
"I have no relationship with him at all.
It was just for a magazine shoot, and I had no choice but to do it.
You know, many photographers, to capture satisfactory photos, will make all sorts of bizarre demands on models.
I was supposed to shoot a swimsuit couple's photoshoot abroad at that time, and I had reported it to you in advance.
I suppose by then, you were already bewitched by a vixen, having cast me, your original wife, to the ends of the earth."
The more the female lead spoke, the more righteous she sounded. By the end, she was completely playing the victim.
The male lead, who had cheated to the point of having a son, suddenly felt short of breath, and his imposing aura visibly deflated.
But just then, the big screen presented a new twist.
It began with a rapid slideshow of intimate photos of the female lead with numerous backup suitors: feeding them, holding hands, leaning on shoulders, cuddling.
In short, the female lead was like an iron fortress with a revolving door of backup suitors, the variety of whom was simply comparable to stamp collecting.
Then, the scale gradually escalated.
The cinema, the office, the parking lot, the motel…
The sheer variety was probably enough to make even Japan bow its head in shame.
The male lead, Lin Yue, stared at the screen with bloodshot eyes, his previously extinguished rage reignited.
The hand gripping the female lead's arm tightened, until with a "crack," he actually broke her arm!
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
The female lead's pig-like scream attracted staff and security guards.
However, due to the male lead Lin Yue's menacing demeanor, as if he were about to go on a killing spree at any moment, no one dared to step forward.
Fortunately, the female lead still had a group of devoted backup male leads, whose intelligence had been forcibly reduced.
Many of them were prominent figures who were also invited today.
Even after witnessing the female lead's promiscuous history with their own eyes, they resolutely stepped forward.
"Lin Yue, are you even a man? Hitting a woman?"
"Exactly, if you have any complaints, you can voice them.
But you were the one who cheated first, so what right do you have to question her?"
"Yes, we were just engaging in artistic research and exchange. Unlike you, who actually has an illegitimate child!"
"If I remember correctly, Lin Yue, you are the illegitimate son of the Lin family who couldn't even be acknowledged, aren't you?
As expected, like father, like son, like mother, like daughter. The child of a mistress still seeks out mistresses!"
"Isn't that right!
If it weren't for the unfortunate accidents befalling Lin Tingxiao and his wife, how would the Lin Group have fallen into the hands of an illegitimate son like Lin Yue?"
The backup suitors chimed in one after another.
Unsure which remark touched Lin Yue's sensitive spot, the male lead Lin Yue suddenly went berserk, his anger erupting as he swung his fists at the backup suitors.
And the backup suitors weren't foolish enough to stand there and be hit by Lin Yue.
Having already taken a disliking to Lin Yue, they retaliated with equal force.
Thus, these influential figures, who were usually well-mannered, devolved into a brawl, with the female lead occasionally crying tearfully, "Please don't fight over me!"
The scene was chaotic to say the least.
Some guests, who valued their reputations and disliked getting involved in disputes, quietly left through a side door of the banquet. However, the vast majority of guests, like Lin Jinghang and her three companions, stayed to watch the show.
After all, such a spectacular drama was something no director or screenwriter in the entire entertainment industry could possibly create.
Finally, Lin Jinghang, being a good citizen, called the police on her phone.