A Pair of Evil Women's Love - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

“Yilan! Yilan!” The host broke out in a cold sweat.

Backstage, Ren Qing slammed her hand on the table. The director frantically grabbed his walkie-talkie and screamed for medics.

Ji Xiaotong was already fighting through the audience, desperately pulling and shoving to clear a path to save her “mommy.”

Fu Haitang tried to hold her back, but Ji Xiaotong was like a rampaging Pomeranian. “I knew it, you’re not a good person!”

Fu Haitang: “…”

The Stage Erupts

On stage, after her philtrum was pinched for ten seconds, Fu Yilan finally regained consciousness.

The host breathed a sigh of relief. “Yilan, are you okay?”

Li Qingqing and Fang Qian exchanged a look and tightly held hands. They didn’t dare to step forward. “What should we do, Qingqing?”

Li Qingqing patted Fang Qian’s hand. “Don’t panic. This is live. They won’t do anything to us.”

Fu Yilan was helped to her feet, and everyone came up to comfort her. The medics confirmed she was fine and left, with the other staff following close behind.

Sini turned to leave. Once the stage was clear, the live broadcast would continue, and the show would proceed normally. She just hoped there wouldn’t be any more trouble before it was over.

(You’re the head planner for this show.)

(This could be the most brilliant moment of your career.)

(You just need to listen to me.)

Message after message came through on Sini’s smartwatch. It was hard to ignore them. What is Haitang up to?

(If you’re willing to take a risk, then don’t leave!)

Sini pulled back her foot. The host turned around and bumped into her.

Host: “???”

This is a live broadcast!

Why are you making it so awkward? Get off the stage once you’re done!

The host gave Sini a knowing wink. Go on! Go on! What are you just standing there for?

Everyone else had left, and Sini was the only staff member left on stage.

(Ask Fu Yilan directly what just happened.)

Sini’s mind went blank. The high heel mark on Fu Yilan’s shoe was so obvious. To call her out on the spot?! This was a death wish!

The host gave an awkward laugh and moved his mic away. “Sini? Why are you still here?”

Wait! She hadn’t made up her mind yet! Sini was drenched in sweat. “I… I… I…”

(Ask!)

(Just ask!)

Fu Haitang frantically tapped on her phone.

(You’ve already held up the broadcast. If you don’t speak now, you’ll be punished.)

“Get off the stage!” The host gritted his teeth, then forced a smile to save the situation. He was about to speak, but Sini cut him off. “Fu Yilan, what just happened?”

The host’s expression broke again. “Huh?”

“Yes!” Fu Haitang exclaimed in delight.

Live comments:

• • (Ahhhhhh!)

• • (So exciting!)

• • (So thrilling!)

• • (I didn’t see that lift in the rehearsal footage. Did Lanlan change it on the fly? Was there a stage accident?!)

• • (There was a stage accident!)

• • (You have to tell them! Get revenge on the spot!)

• • (Holy sh*t, I’m so nervous. This staff member is so bold!)

• • (I was wondering why this episode’s style was so tame. Turns out the real excitement was hidden here!)

#AStationIsThriving!

The hashtag immediately went trending.

At the same time, when Sini asked her question, Ren Qing spat out a mouthful of coffee. She was on the verge of a breakdown. “Why does something always go wrong during the live broadcast!”

First, Fu Yilan was trapped in the dressing room and missed the first performance. Now, Fu Yilan had changed the dance on the fly, suddenly fainted, and then Sini, this tactless person, asked her on the spot what had happened.

The audience might not know the backstage secrets, but the dozens of monitors could clearly see every corner of the stage! There was clear video evidence of Li Qingqing and Fang Qian teaming up to get revenge on Fu Yilan!

This is going to make the show famous for all the wrong reasons!

The director was sweating buckets, feeling like his career was over once this broadcast ended.

Ren Qing grabbed the walkie-talkie. “Sini, get down here!”

So this is what rebellion feels like. Sini took a deep breath. She was about to ask another question while Fu Yilan looked briefly confused, when Lu Jing’s voice rang out. “What just happened? Fu Yilan, you can just tell us.”

Lu Jing sat up straight and moved his microphone closer. “Fu Yilan, I won’t let my trainees be bullied. Just tell us what happened.”

Ji Xiaotong: “Ahhhhh! It’s Da—”

Fu Haitang clapped her hand over Ji Xiaotong’s mouth. “If you say one more word, I’ll kick you out of my house and you can go live with your dad!”

Ji Xiaotong pried Fu Haitang’s hand away. “You… you’re just… just jealous of Lu Jing!”

It must be the mask suffocating me, otherwise why would I feel so flustered at being exposed? Fu Haitang let go of Ji Xiaotong and took a deep breath. “Nonsense!”

“You’re the one who’s talking nonsense! Lu Jing is willing to stand up for Mommy, but you can’t do anything!” Ji Xiaotong yelled. “You’re just…”

Fu Haitang bit her lip.

Backstage, Gu Jingjing fumed. “Lu Ge, why is he sticking up for that little b*tch!”

The host had received his instructions. He turned to Fu Yilan. “Yilan, you must be tired. Class D, please go rest. Let’s see the next group… Hey? My microphone!”

The microphone had been snatched away!

Fu Yilan gripped the mic. She took two steps from the spot where she hadn’t moved since waking up. Her limp was obvious. Fu Yilan took a deep breath. “On stage, Fang Qian bumped into me, and Li Qingqing used her high heel to step on my foot.”

The venue gasped.

Fu Yilan: “I hope the production team and the audience will stand with me and make Li Qingqing and Fang Qian drop out of the competition!”

Li Qingqing and Fang Qian’s faces turned ashen. Their legs gave out, and they collapsed onto the stage!

Almost as soon as Fu Yilan made her request, Fu Haitang raised her arms and yelled, “Drop out! Drop out!”

Her words set off a chain reaction.

The entire audience chanted in unison: “Drop out! Drop out!”

They’re getting revenge on the spot!

“Cut the broadcast!”

“Cut the broadcast!”

The director roared.

The audience watching at home suddenly saw a black screen. Six big words popped up: “The live broadcast has ended.”

“What the f*ck!”

“You don’t care about the online audience, do you?!”

#AStationCutsLiveBroadcast

The topic of the live broadcast accident immediately went trending!

The on-site situation was quickly addressed. After getting an assurance from the production team, Fu Yilan calmed the audience down. The live broadcast was paused for half an hour. Security guards escorted the collapsed Li Qingqing and Fang Qian away. Medics came with a stretcher, but Fu Yilan waved them off.

The host, who had never seen anything like this, pointed to a spot and asked Fu Yilan, “Is that someone you know, or a fan?”

Fu Haitang frantically waved her sign, no longer caring about her image. “Li Qingqing, drop out! Fang Qian, drop out! Li Qingqing, drop out!”

Fu Yilan found it hilarious. It was so exhilarating to expose her troublemaking colleagues on a live broadcast. The excitement was almost on par with when she was kissing Fu Haitang.

Fu Yilan: “She’s a friend.”

The host sighed. “After your injury heals, you should go to a temple. It’s not good to keep having bad luck. I’ll send you the location of a temple I often go to.”

Fu Yilan managed a weak smile. “Okay.”

The host left.

But the audience’s emotions weren’t calming down. The entire TV station was destined to be in utter chaos tonight.

Fu Haitang and Ji Xiaotong left the audience seats, only to be stopped at the exit. Fu Haitang showed her work ID to get through. She didn’t expect someone else to be there so quickly.

Lu Jing’s assistant was with Chen Na, guarding the exit. Fu Haitang’s path was blocked by TV station staff. The empty hallway was a quiet place to talk.

Fu Yilan leaned against the wall. “Teacher Lu, is there something you need?”

Lu Jing: “The ones who threw away your clothes last time, was it them too?”

“I didn’t say that,” Fu Yilan said, but didn’t deny it.

Lu Jing held out a hand. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

…

Three meters away, Ji Xiaotong’s arm suddenly felt a sharp pain. She cried out, looked down, and saw Fu Haitang’s fingernails digging into her flesh!

Fu Haitang twisted Ji Xiaotong’s forearm. The taste in her mouth was like swallowing a spoonful of old vinegar!

Sour!

So sour!

Her entire being was sour!

…

Fu Yilan stepped back. “That’s not necessary. Nana will take me to the hospital.”

Lu Jing: “There are reporters and fans outside.”

“If I get in your car, I’m afraid I’ll be torn to shreds,” Fu Yilan said.

A simple conversation.

But not when a writer’s embellishments and the readers’ imaginations get involved.

…Lu Jing asked with concern, “There are reporters and fans outside.” His tone carried three parts worry, three parts anger, three parts helplessness, and one part casualness.

Fu Yilan playfully refused. “If I get in your car, I’m afraid the fans will tear me to shreds.”

Lu Jing was stunned. He understood Fu Yilan’s joke and felt the strange tension between them lighten. He laughed and said, “You’re my trainee. If I can stand up for you on a live broadcast, do you think I’m afraid of being seen with you in a car?”

“Ah!” Ji Xiaotong’s face twisted in pain. “It hurts, it hurts!”

Fu Haitang raised her hands. “I didn’t pinch you.”

“Not you!” Ji Xiaotong turned her head and glared at the person next to her. “Who are you?”

Gu Jingjing had appeared beside them at some point.

…Gu Jingjing suddenly appeared. She glared at the couple in front of her and ordered her driver, “You, go break them up!”

Driver: “Miss…”

Fu Haitang: “Miss…”

Gu Jingjing: “Go!”

The risk of offending the male lead is too great! Fu Haitang had a flash of inspiration and directed Ji Xiaotong. “Do you want some corn chips?”

Ji Xiaotong bared her teeth. “I won’t…”

Before she could finish, Fu Haitang pushed her forward. “Ten bags!”

Left foot, right foot, left foot!

Tap, tap, tap!

One, two, three.

Ji Xiaotong lifted her right foot, standing like a golden rooster on one leg, trying her best to not let her shoes make a fourth sound that would disturb Fu Yilan and Lu Jing.

Fu Haitang gritted her teeth and raised the offer. “One hundred bags!”

“Ahem!” Ji Xiaotong cleared her throat.

Lu Jing and Fu Yilan both looked over. Lu Jing frowned, clearly annoyed, and expertly took out a mask to put on. Fu Yilan glanced at Ji Xiaotong, then looked behind her, and saw the corner of a dress.

The omega knows. It’s the young miss’s task again. But why is Ji Xiaotong the one taking the fall this time?

In ancient times, people died for wealth and birds for food. Today, Ji Xiaotong is bending over backwards for corn chips.

Leopard and cat… I’m sorry!

Ji Xiaotong stomped her foot and yelled, “What are you two doing?”

Fu Yilan: “…”

Zero intimidation.

“Take a picture! You worthless piece of trash!” Fu Haitang hissed.

Ji Xiaotong took out her phone, aimed it at Lu Jing and Fu Yilan. “I… I… I…”

“She’s going to film us and expose us. Teacher Lu, you should go first,” Fu Yilan said, acting like a hostage cooperating with a kidnapper. “We’ll leave separately.”

Lu Jing frowned, thought for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll go first then. I’ll contact you on WeChat later.”

“Mommy, are you okay?” Ji Xiaotong walked away with Fu Yilan, forgetting her stepmother. Fu Haitang mumbled to herself, then suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.

“M-miss…”

Gu Jingjing: “You know Fu Yilan’s friend?”

Fu Haitang: “Let me explain. We’re just…”

“Excellent!” Gu Jingjing raised her hand and pressed it on Fu Haitang’s shoulder, saying something Fu Haitang didn’t expect. “Keep it up. This way you can start with Fu Yilan’s friends and monitor her closely for me!”

Fu Haitang: “Yes… No problem, Miss!”

“What are ‘corn chips’?” Gu Jingjing asked. “Are they a snack?”

Fu Haitang had a flash of inspiration. “Uh, yes… they’re a bit expensive.”

Gu Jingjing was confused. “How expensive? Is 100,000 yuan enough?”

Fu Haitang: “…”

“Speak up!” Gu Jingjing put her hands on her hips.

Fu Haitang: “It’s enough, it’s enough!”

“I’ve transferred it to you.” Gu Jingjing crossed her arms. “I’m happy that Fu Yilan’s foot is hurt, so you go out with that ‘corn chips’ friend and have a good time. I’ll pay for everything. I want to see what kind of a ‘good friend’ she is, who dares to suddenly appear and humiliate me when I’m mocking Fu Yilan!”

Gu Jingjing said, “Break them up for me! Not only do I want Fu Yilan to have no parents or family, I want her to lose her friends too! Don’t you dare go after my Lu Ge!”

Fu Haitang: “Yes! Mission accomplished!”

After giving her orders, the live broadcast resumed, and Gu Jingjing had to go back to perform. As soon as she was gone, Fu Haitang chased after her, rushing to the hospital.

“You have to rest well this time. No more exercising!” the doctor instructed. When he found out Fu Yilan was an idol, he sighed. “The injury isn’t serious. If you stop training, you’ll recover completely in two weeks.”

Fu Yilan: “Two weeks?”

Ji Xiaotong worried. “Her foot is swollen like a pig’s trotter. Will she really be okay in two weeks? She should rest for at least two months!”

Fu Yilan said seriously, “Two weeks is too long, Doctor. Give me some anti-inflammatory hormones. I have to go back in three days at most.”

“Two weeks is two weeks.” Fu Haitang pushed the door open. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get hurt at all! In two weeks, she’ll be a bouncy omega again!”

“No, even if I don’t train, I still have to go back to the coffee shop at night…” Fu Yilan stared at Fu Haitang, then felt her body go light. The rest of her words were swallowed.

Fu Haitang picked her up in her arms. She realized how light Fu Yilan was. After a week of intense training, she seemed to have lost even more weight since their last intimate moment.

I need to take her home and feed her up. Fu Haitang turned her head to the doctor. “Doctor, we’re going home.”

Fu Yilan’s palm was sweating. She gripped the wet corner of Fu Haitang’s shirt, correcting the ambiguity in her words. “I don’t have a home.”

Fu Haitang: “Come home with me.”