Chapter 93: Chapter 93 - 93 Two-Person World

Qingtang heard this sentence, and her face turned ugly in an instant, her ears ringing.

In the past, every time Ji Zeqiu held her, calling Wen Li’s name, her chest felt as if it had been torn apart in pain.

At that time, she always despised her identity as a substitute.

But now, after Ji Zeqiu had really terminated the contract with her, the feeling of discomfort in her heart couldn’t be dispelled.

Once she was no longer a substitute, she had no reason to approach Ji Zeqiu anymore.

Qingtang’s throat was dry and bitter as she downed the drink in her hand, “Why?”

Was it because he was already with Miss Wen Li, so he didn’t need her as a substitute anymore?

“There’s no why, it’s just not needed anymore,” Ji Zeqiu said offhandedly.

In the past, he wanted to find the warmth and love similar to that of his blurry memory of his mother in Wen Li.

He knew that Ji Tingyang felt the same.

But now that his mother had returned, he did not need anyone else.

“I understand,” Qingtang managed a strained smile on her cheeks, gripping her glass as she staggered away.

The party was more than halfway through.

Many people present were a bit drunk, their behavior becoming less restrained and more daring than at the beginning.

Ji Zeqiu found it really uninteresting and glanced at his phone.

Lin Xu still hadn’t replied, but instead, it was Ji Tingyang who had sent him a message.

He opened it to see.

It was a photo taken at a movie theater.

In the photo, Lin Xu was holding a large bucket of popcorn, wearing a pair of 3D glasses, and looking at the screen with novelty and surprise.

Twenty years later, movie theaters had advanced even further in technology.

Lin Xu was shocked by the three-dimensional images above, her cherry-like red lips slightly parted, and her dazed expression had a touch of cuteness.

Ji Zeqiu couldn’t resist and took a few extra glances at Lin Xu in the photo.

Then he suddenly realized.

That guy, Ji Tingyang, actually took his mother to the movies while he was not at home!

He had yet to go to the movie theater with his mother, so why should Ji Tingyang take her!

Below that, were the words sent by Ji Tingyang.

jty: “Mother says, stop messaging her and disturbing our time together.”

Ji Zeqiu’s anger soared instantly, nearly poking a hole through the phone screen.

Zeqiu: “Bullshit! Mother would never say such a thing!”

jty: “Oh, don’t disturb our time together.”

Zeqiu: “Mother also said she’s my number one fan!”

jty: “Our time together.”

Zeqiu: “Mother said her favorite son is me!”

jty: “Our time together.”@@novelbin@@

These childish actions of Ji Tingyang were just like revenge, mirroring the time he had boasted to him about his on-set photo with Lin Xu.

Ji Zeqiu was unable to contain his rage, sending a sixty-second tirade over a voice message, “Are you sick or something, only knowing how to say those four words? Believe it or not, I’ll smash your study when I get back! Hmph, I don’t care at all, actually. It’s just a movie, what’s there to be proud of…”

Just as the club’s music transitioned, Ji Zeqiu’s roaring voice was particularly jarring during those quiet two seconds, drawing many curious glances his way.

Awkward, social suicide.

His agent hurried over, lowering his voice to ask, “What’s going on?”

Ji Zeqiu looked somewhat unnatural, “Nothing, I’ve got something to do. I’m heading back first.”

Setting down his glass, he looked around the room; before leaving, he needed to greet the birthday celebrant, the guest of honor at the party.

Before he found the birthday star, however, he saw Shen Qingtang being harassed nearby first.

“Miss Shen, I didn’t expect us to be so fated, to be partners in the next film too.” A man with bleached brown hair reached out and grabbed her arm, “How about we discuss the script later on?”

“I have other commitments later,” Shen Qingtang’s face showed difficulty, “It’s better if we discuss it at the film set next time.”

“By that time it’ll be too late, how about I visit you tomorrow, how about that?”

“I’m pretty busy with my schedule these days.” The forced smile on her face was nearly slipping off.

Most people here had seniority over her, and faced with such a situation, she didn’t dare to confront them directly, fearing oppression and blacklisting from the industry veterans.

However, the man seemed completely oblivious to the subtext of her words, moving even closer to her, “What are you so busy with, maybe I can lend a hand?”

“No… it’s not necessary…”

Just as the man was about to wrap an arm around her waist, a strong hand suddenly seized his wrist.

“Didn’t you hear her say she doesn’t need it?” Ji Zeqiu was not in a good mood, and his icy, fierce glare was frightening.

“Ji Zeqiu?” The man sobered up a bit, laughing, “We’re all here to have fun, so let’s not play the hero, shall we?”

Ji Zeqiu ignored him, taking Shen Qingtang with him to leave.

But the man had no intention of letting them go, grabbing Ji Zeqiu’s arm, chuckling, “Don’t go, if you’re interested too, why not join us?”

“If you don’t want your dirty laundry aired, take your hand off,” Ji Zeqiu said coldly.

“Are you threatening me?” The man narrowed his eyes, his tone laced with scornful mockery, “Do you know who’s behind me?”

“Who is it?”

“I’m an artist under the Ji Subgroup, and the company’s senior executive is my cousin.”

Backed by a top 100 global enterprise, no one had ever dared to oppose him. Since his debut, he had received a steady stream of resources, quickly rising to become one of the top-rated celebrities.

Upon hearing this, Ji Zeqiu snorted derisively, “Don’t talk to me about your cousin, even if Ji Tingyang himself showed up, what could he do.”

“Ji Tingyang is just an asshole! It would be better if this crappy company just went bankrupt.” Just mentioning him reminded Ji Zeqiu of the secret time he spent with his mother, and he couldn’t hold back the curse that slipped out.

A fellow artist nearby kindly warned Ji Zeqiu, “Don’t speak recklessly, they might blow this up. What if it gets to President Ji and you get blacklisted.”

They were unaware of the relationship between Ji Zeqiu and Ji Tingyang.

They had only heard that the president of Ji’s had deliberately spent money to snatch several roles from him, including some as significant as leading male roles.

It was likely that they were not on good terms any longer.

They knew Ji Zeqiu must harbor some resentment, but to swear in front of so many people, if Ji Tingyang found out, what if this time it was not just about stealing roles, but an outright ban?

Artists friendly with Ji Zeqiu tried to offer their advice, while others simply watched the drama unfold.

The man waved his phone in Ji Zeqiu’s face, a twenty to thirty-second voice clip visible on the screen, a hint of smugness in his eyes, “Teacher Ji, what a coincidence, I just happen to have President Ji’s WeChat, and I sent the things you said to President Ji to listen to.”

“I sure hope you can be just as tough tomorrow.”