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After this scene, there was absolutely no possibility of development between me and Private Kitchen.
After politely refusing him, I took Meng Sicong to a nearby clinic to apply some medicinal oil.
He had been beaten badly by Private Kitchen, with a bruised face that would probably take several days to heal.
I sat beside him, watching as the doctor pressed on his injuries, making him cry out in pain. Suddenly, I had a question: "Meng Sicong, weren't you supposed to be good at fighting when filming? Why didn't you fight back?"
He looked up at me and glared, "What kind of quality do I have, and what kind does he have? If a dog bites me, am I supposed to bite it back?" After saying that, he muttered, "It's not my fault I accidentally grew a fierce-looking face."
Considering he had learned his lesson, I decided to show mercy and not argue back.
After applying the medicine, I drove his car to take him home. However, when we arrived downstairs at his place, he insisted that I couldn't leave.
"Jian Xixie, can we make peace?" He grabbed my hand and said, "You know I like you."
Oh my gosh, why is this guy suddenly confessing to me? How could I not see that he liked me?
"I saw you in Zhao Hanhang's friend circle. Do you know how many gifts I sent Zhao Hanhang before she agreed to help me create an opportunity? I know you came to visit the set and ran out from filming just to find me. You gave me an eye mask, and I've been so happy wearing it every day."
Meng Sicong locked his deep gaze onto me. "Even if I don't look like a good person, at least give me a chance to prove myself. How did you learn such a prejudiced habit of judging people by their looks?"
I then realized that our first encounter at the ice cream shop was not a coincidence; it was Zhao Hanhang who had sold me out. Later on, she pretended to be kind and help me make connections but was actually accepting bribes.
But Meng Sicong is not exactly honest either. Why doesn’t he mention what happened a few days ago on set when he was messing with me?
“Who said I was messing with you? That day you were standing there, and I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. How could I dare to touch another woman? As for later…”
His gaze instinctively drifted to the side. “It’s true that I had my own motives; I wanted to test your attitude towards me. I didn’t expect you to react so strongly and even block me.”
Meng Sicong said this because I was really angry, and Zhao Hanhang didn’t dare to speak up for him. He quickly had someone bring back a dozen new bags from Paris to win Zhao Hanhang over.
Today’s dinner was a huge loss.
Hearing this, my heart felt like it was pierced, bleeding profusely. In an instant, it felt like that dozen bags were taken straight from my wallet.
Unconsciously, I found myself aligning with Meng Sicong: “If you have that much money, why don’t you buy me some bags? A dozen of them would surely make Zhao Hanhang over the moon!”
Meng Sicong chuckled: “What’s a dozen bags? Before I asked her to help me with the matchmaking, I gave her several diamond watches, custom outfits from major brands, and the latest jewelry…”
I pressed down on Meng Sicong’s arm, staring at him in surprise: “Is the pay for villain actors really that high now?”
I almost missed out; Private Kitchen can’t compare at all.
Meng Sicong shrugged: “My pay is decent but not as high as Zhao Hanhang’s. However, my dad has a group involved in import and export trade, so I have a bit of a family background.”
Why not be a good successor instead of playing a villain?
After playing so many villains, how could I easily hand over the money to someone else?
I started the car, and Meng Sicong asked me in surprise, "Where are we going? We’ve already arrived at my house."
I was so angry that my teeth itched. "Of course, we’re going to Zhao Hanhang's house! The bag is mine, the watch is mine, and the jewelry is also mine."
Meng Sicong leaned in with a cheeky grin and said, "What about me?"
"Everything that belongs to me is mine."
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