“I visited the World Studio two days ago. I heard that Cen Xiangyang is currently filming there.” Ji Fanyin spoke as if she was just prattling about random, everyday affairs. “You do know that I have a film set there, right?”
“…”
“Cen Xiangyang approached me. You’re aware of that too,” Ji Fanyin spoke with a trace of mirth in her voice. “But do you know why?”
Ji Xinxin finally broke her silence. She sneered in disdain, “Weren’t you the one who approached him, offering to play my stand-in so you could earn some quick cash from him? He even rejected you.”
“So that’s what he said.” Ji Fanyin wasn’t too surprised to hear that Cen Xiangyang had only told half the story. “I’m not talking about that incident but what happened afterward. Let’s see… He told you everything shortly after you returned to France, right?”
“…”
Ji Fanyin chuckled softly. “That’s right. He took the initiative to approach me afterward.”
“…”
“Aren’t you going to ask why?” Ji Fanyin provoked Ji Xinxin out of malicious pleasure.
“Why did he approach you?” asked Ji Xinxin with a hoarse voice.
“For you, of course.” Ji Fanyin made a dramatic pause. “How should I put it using his words? He wants my help in crippling your wings so that he can enclose you in a cage.”
“He approached you for that?” Ji Xinxin scoffed. “I don’t believe you. He told me about how he nearly struck a deal with you.”
Ji Fanyin went into her phone gallery and took some time searching through it. Without bothering to explain anything, she tapped onto the screenshot she had taken from her conversation with Cen Xiangyang, and sent it to Ji Xinxin.
“I can’t stop you if you insist that the screenshot was photoshopped. It’s your judgment,” added Ji Fanyin calmly.
Ji Xinxin would have to feel utterly cornered for her to accept Li Xiaoxing’s outstretched hand, albeit with gritted teeth.
“… How can I be certain that you won’t divulge the truth to Li Xiaoxing?”
“You can’t. You won’t believe me even if I made a vow to the heavens,” replied Ji Fanyin with a smile. “You can only take a step at a time and hope everything goes well, no?”
With those words, Ji Fanyin unhesitatingly hung up the phone. She wasn’t worried that Li Xiaoxing would come after her.
There was only one path Ji Xinxin could take.
To be more exact, she could choose to take a step back too, but that would mean th…
“I visited the World Studio two days ago. I heard that Cen Xiangyang is currently filming there.” Ji Fanyin spoke as if she was just prattling about random, everyday affairs. “You do know that I have a film set there, right?”
“…”
“Cen Xiangyang approached me. You’re aware of that too,” Ji Fanyin spoke with a trace of mirth in her voice. “But do you know why?”
Ji Xinxin finally broke her silence. She sneered in disdain, “Weren’t you the one who approached him, offering to play my stand-in so you could earn some quick cash from him? He even rejected you.”
“So that’s what he said.” Ji Fanyin wasn’t too surprised to hear that Cen Xiangyang had only told half the story. “I’m not talking about that incident but what happened afterward. Let’s see… He told you everything shortly after you returned to France, right?”
“…”
Ji Fanyin chuckled softly. “That’s right. He took the initiative to approach me afterward.”
“…”
“Aren’t you going to ask why?” Ji Fanyin provoked Ji Xinxin out of malicious pleasure.
“Why did he approach you?” asked Ji Xinxin with a hoarse voice.
“For you, of course.” Ji Fanyin made a dramatic pause. “How should I put it using his words? He wants my help in crippling your wings so that he can enclose you in a cage.”
“He approached you for that?” Ji Xinxin scoffed. “I don’t believe you. He told me about how he nearly struck a deal with you.”
Ji Fanyin went into her phone gallery and took some time searching through it. Without bothering to explain anything, she tapped onto the screenshot she had taken from her conversation with Cen Xiangyang, and sent it to Ji Xinxin.
“I can’t stop you if you insist that the screenshot was photoshopped. It’s your judgment,” added Ji Fanyin calmly.
Ji Xinxin would have to feel utterly cornered for her to accept Li Xiaoxing’s outstretched hand, albeit with gritted teeth.
“… How can I be certain that you won’t divulge the truth to Li Xiaoxing?”
“You can’t. You won’t believe me even if I made a vow to the heavens,” replied Ji Fanyin with a smile. “You can only take a step at a time and hope everything goes well, no?”
With those words, Ji Fanyin unhesitatingly hung up the phone. She wasn’t worried that Li Xiaoxing would come after her.
There was only one path Ji Xinxin could take.
To be more exact, she could choose to take a step back too, but that would mean th…
