A Pair of Evil Women's Love - Chapter 64
Chapter 64: 【VIP】
“Why was there only a report about lunch and nothing else?” That finger played with the collar, not moving away even after turning off the microphone.
Fu Yilan lowered her eyes, staring at the spot where the person touched her collar, and took a small step back. “Report? Isn’t that a bit too intimate of a word?”
She did it on purpose.
She wouldn’t even give Fu Haitang the distance of a collar.
Fu Haitang laughed uncontrollably, her head tilted. Her wavy hair was like dancing light and shadow under the moon, moving with her shaking shoulders.
Fu Yilan was momentarily entranced.
“Don’t move!” Fu Haitang said.
Fu Yilan froze. The other person’s tone was just like last night, so she stopped, and in that frozen state, Fu Haitang pinched her collar.
“Oh~ so obedient,” Fu Haitang said.
Fu Yilan: “…”
Fu Yilan looked up at Fu Haitang’s hand. “You’re getting more and more daring.”
Fu Haitang was a bit of a slacker. Others thought she was a mature older sister, but only Fu Yilan knew that this person could be both humble and flexible, a master of flattery, and equally powerful when her face changed.
Fu Haitang: “What’s wrong with saying a few words? I didn’t do anything to you.”
Fu Yilan countered, “Did you actually want to do something?”
“The mirror here is so big,” Fu Haitang turned her face, squinting at their slender reflections in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The mirror was so wide, so big, and the reflections were so clear.
Fu Haitang raised a finger, gently moving her index finger back and forth, then hovering half a centimeter away, swirling it around.
Fu Yilan: “…”
Fu Yilan’s face suddenly felt like it was on fire. “What are you doing?”
“Oh?” Fu Haitang retracted her finger, clenching it in her palm, and asked with exaggerated surprise, “What did I do? Hmm?”
Fu Haitang smiled, seeing Fu Yilan’s on-guard expression. She was in the mood to play, so she took a step. “Are you afraid I’ll say that last night a certain someone was weeping, intoxicated, and hungry and thirsty…”
“Shut up!” Fu Yilan pursed her lips. “Shut up!”
“Okay, okay, okay.” Fu Haitang knew when to quit. She stepped aside. “Let’s go, then.”
Fu Yilan took a step, quickening her pace past Fu Haitang.
“Why are you running away?” Fu Haitang giggled. Her high heels clicked, and she caught up to Fu Yilan, asking gently, “Training must be tough. If you have any difficulties or things bothering you, you can call me. I can comfort you, you know.”
You know?
YOU KNOW???
That playful tone at the end was truly a thousand times, a hundred times, asking for a beating!!
Fu Yilan glared at Fu Haitang, then suddenly smiled and handed Fu Haitang a room key card. “Thank you, Director Fu, for helping me with my troubles.”
Fu Haitang opened her palm, and a room key card lay there.
Was she asking her to sleep with her?
Fu Haitang’s eyes were ambiguous. “Is it helping with troubles or taking off clothes?”
“Clean my room for me.” Fu Yilan turned her face away with a look of disdain, but the corner of her mouth was slightly raised where Fu Haitang couldn’t see.
…
“My surname is Feng.” A cup of tea was handed over, and the Beta sitting opposite her smiled. “I drove here, so I apologize for replacing alcohol with tea.”
Fu Haitang: “Tea is good, too. I also drove here, so I understand.”
Feng Tang smiled and said, “This is my business card. We’ve already contacted each other on WeChat.”
“Yes.” Fu Haitang took the business card. Feng Tang had been trying to make an appointment with her for half a month. About a month ago, Fu Haitang occasionally received some friend requests, and a few of them were throwing olive branches at her.
The intentions of most of the others were hard to distinguish, but Feng Tang was the most cautious and sincere one after they had talked.
“The company has a high-temperature allowance. I asked HR to prepare a copy for you. I didn’t know your home address, so I brought it with me. Take a look.” Feng Tang said with a smile.
Fu Haitang was surprised. “There are gifts too?”
Fu Haitang unwrapped the gift box. Inside the small box was a stack of shopping cards, utility recharge cards, a discount coupon for a certain air conditioning company, and a voucher for a famous hot pot restaurant.
There was also 500 yuan in cash.
It was comparable to the holiday benefits at the TV station.
“Thank you.” Fu Haitang smiled. “Then I’ll gladly accept?”
Feng Tang’s expression relaxed. Now that Fu Haitang had accepted the gift, everything was easy to talk about. “Do you see any other dishes you want to add?”
“I’ve never eaten Spanish cuisine before.” Fu Haitang waved her hand, and the two of them started chatting.
It was already evening when the meal was finished. Fu Haitang was in a hurry to get back to the TV station. “Then I’ll be going now, Mr. Feng. I look forward to seeing you again.”
Feng Tang smiled, turned around, and pulled a document out of his car. “Oh, right! Take this! This hasn’t been finalized yet. If you see anything that’s not right, I will definitely give you enough sincerity!”
Fu Haitang raised an eyebrow. After taking the document and a brief chat with Feng Tang, she left.
At a traffic light, Fu Haitang rested her face on her hand, daydreaming. Her phone vibrated, signaling a new message. She picked it up, looked at it, and a smile appeared on her face.
Fu Yilan: (Image)
Fu Yilan: Good evening.
Fu Yilan: (!)
In fact, just four words were enough, but adding an exclamation mark was just overdoing it. So Fu Haitang replied:
(I will.)
(~)
Fu Yilan: “…”
Who taught Fu Haitang to text like this? She bit her lip. The smile on her face was controllable, but the look in her eyes was not. It was a subtle attempt to hide a secret that was already obvious, like plugging one’s ears while stealing a bell.
Lin Meixue looked Fu Yilan up and down and asked, “Are you texting Director Fu?”
They were half a meter apart. Fu Yilan’s phone screen was off; she was bluffing.
Fu Yilan denied it. “No.”
Lin Meixue: “Then why are you smiling?”
Fu Yilan: “?”
“That smile of yours is very similar to how I was before Meilin and I finally confessed to each other,” Lin Meixue said.
Fu Yilan: “…Oh.”
Lin Meixue: “Hehe.”
“What are you ‘hehe-ing’ about? Lin Meilin is looking at you. She’s going to get jealous in a minute,” Fu Yilan warned.
“Oops! She’s a jealous one!” Lin Meixue quickly got up and pounced toward Lin Meilin, who was two meters away, and kissed her on the cheek.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Their actions were bold. Jingzhao couldn’t stand it anymore and tried to stop them. “Can you be a little more mindful?”
“Blah, blah, blah!” Lin Meixue stuck her tongue out. “We’re openly being affectionate for the cameras, what’s wrong with that?”
Fu Yilan: “…”
Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin were both Omegas. Omegas in love were most likely to become dependent on their partners. Their closeness would grow due to their physical nature, especially if something that wasn’t supposed to be seen was filmed.
The aura between them, the sticky looks they gave each other when they touched, told everyone that their relationship was out of the ordinary.
Fu Yilan suddenly thought of herself and Fu Haitang, frowning as she reflected on whether she and Fu Haitang had such moments of uncontrollable affection.
Fu Yilan scanned the others, checking if anyone else was looking at Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin the same way she was.
Gu Jingjing.
Gu Jingjing?
Fu Yilan: “…”
Gu Jingjing had already finished her makeup and styling. She sat on the sofa, staring blankly at Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin. Suddenly, as if she had remembered something, her gaze swept around and landed on Fu Yilan.
Fu Yilan: “…”
Gu Jingjing: “…”
They both looked away at the same time. Fu Yilan’s brows were tightly furrowed. Two minutes later, the ad started shooting, and Fu Yilan was forced to stand next to Gu Jingjing.
The required poses were intimate. One would sit on a chair, and the other would be on the floor, their knees and backs touching.
Gu Jingjing: “I’ll sit on the chair!”
Fu Yilan took the chair, turned it around, and sat on it herself. “Don’t waste time.”
Gu Jingjing stomped her foot. “I said I want to sit!”
“I heard you,” Fu Yilan said perfunctorily, waving her hand. “Photography team, you can start.”
Photographer: “…”
Gu Jingjing was furious. In the end, it was Lin Meixue who coaxed her and gave her another chair, and only then could the shoot proceed smoothly.
After the ad shoot was over, Lin Meixue, Lin Meilin, and Fu Yilan returned to the 23rd-floor dance studio together.
“Why are you getting into it with a child?” Lin Meixue leaned in and said, “You don’t know how miserable that rich girl is.”
Fu Yilan raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Before she cleared up the bad rumors, she stupidly paid someone to buy a hot search. She was so happy that night, but it only lasted for ten minutes.”
Fu Yilan: “…”
“The rich girl said she spent this much,” Lin Meixue held up a number. “The total was 20 million, including all the arrangements and bribing the staff! She must have been conned by some son of a b1tch.”
Lin Meilin: “Meixue!”
Fu Yilan stared into Lin Meixue’s eyes. The latter suddenly realized what she had done and covered her mouth with a sound of surprise. “Oh, sorry, sorry. I only told you so much because I knew you could debut with your own strength.”
“I know,” Fu Yilan chuckled. “It’s common for your company to spend money to promote people and pay for hype.”
“Hehe.” Lin Meixue quickly ran off, pulled Meilin into the practice room in front, and closed the door.
Fu Yilan walked over calmly. After getting to about half a meter from the door, she stepped back two paces and pricked up her ears.
The people inside thought she had left.
Lin Meilin lectured Lin Meixue, “How many times have I told you to watch your mouth, Meixue!”
Meixue: “Oh, but I just feel so bad. So, I just wanted to warn Yilan.”
Lin Meilin: “We have a company, but even then, they will only pay us a few hundred thousand yuan if we make it to the finals. And that’s only in exchange for a 60% cut of our profits after we debut.”
Lin Meilin sighed. “And for a person like Gu Jingjing who can spend 20 million just like that, her company is already beyond what all of ours can do. You told Yilan that even if she uses all of her savings, she won’t be able to buy a debut spot!”
Lin Meixue complained, “Oh, I was wrong, okay? But, but Yilan is so popular. What if? What if she really makes it?”
“It’s impossible,” Lin Meilin said. “I have to go back to the group. You stay here and train hard. You have a debut spot, but you can’t let your guard down.”
Fu Yilan left the door and walked back to the practice room. Several practice rooms were already empty. The final debut members were already a foregone conclusion.
Hard work was almost irrelevant.
If you were destined not to debut, practicing and working hard would only make you look more like a clown.
Fu Yilan adjusted her microphone, pressed the power button, and rubbed the spot on her collar that Fu Haitang had touched with her thumb and index finger. If she hadn’t met Fu Haitang.
If Fu Haitang hadn’t endured all the pressure to strategize for her, could she have really come this far?
“Beep, beep, beep.”
Fu Yilan froze.
A picture appeared on her phone.
From the owner of the begonia flower.
(Picture)
(It’s clean.)
Fu Yilan: “…”
The carpet she had only half-cleaned in the bathroom had been cleaned, dried, and hung up on the balcony by Fu Haitang.
(It’s clean. Put it away. We’ll use it next time.)
“…”
Who wants a next time with you?
Fu Yilan typed: (I’ve quit drinking.)
Fu Haitang replied: (Will that work?)
The person was daringly provoking her, and Fu Yilan was so angry she threw her phone away, turned on the music, and started practicing her dance. Even if she didn’t make the debut list, she couldn’t lose too badly.
Late at night.
Fu Haitang pulled up all the footage of Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin from the past month and a half.
Lu Jing was investigating.
If she couldn’t even hide her relationship with Fu Yilan from Gu Jingjing, how could she hide it from Lu Jing?
Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin were the perfect scapegoats.
Not only to get Fu Yilan out of trouble but also to prevent Lu Jing from taking her down in one fell swoop!
…
On the monitor.
“Hey, hey, Yilan, you’re eating way too simply!” Lin Meixue swayed into the frame, suddenly pulling out a metal lunch box from behind her. “Ta-da!”
The lid of the lunch box was opened, and three chicken legs lay inside. Lin Meixue happily gave one to Fu Yilan. “I’m treating you! You’re so thin it makes me jealous!”
Fu Haitang frowned, pressed the enter key, and the next clip appeared.
Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin went to the shoot together. They pushed and shoved each other, pouting and blowing kisses in the air. The sticky look in their eyes was so much that even the camera operator couldn’t stand it.
Fu Haitang: “…”
3 a.m.
Fu Haitang’s eyes were sore and her body was tired. Finally, she found a few questionable points in a pile of unedited behind-the-scenes footage.
Here?
The enter key jumped. Fu Haitang repeatedly pressed it and finally found a timeline that didn’t add up.
Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin went to the bathroom while their teammates were filming. For a whole half an hour. After Lin Meixue came out of the bathroom, she went straight back to the dorm. Ten minutes later, she took two pieces of clothing and went into the bathroom.
When Lin Meixue appeared again, she had changed into a new outfit.
It was a bit of a stretch.
Fu Haitang rubbed her temples, thinking of the time in the makeup room. She found the makeup room surveillance footage from that time.
“Yilan, this move of yours is wrong.”
“This one is wrong, too.”
“Oh, let me teach you!”
There was only one makeup artist on duty that day, and she was responsible for doing three people’s makeup. During this time, Lin Meixue was constantly correcting Fu Yilan’s dance moves.
At that time, Fu Yilan had a leg injury. She, Lin Meixue, and Lin Meilin were in the same group. Fu Yilan benefited greatly in terms of stage performance, training, and her daily life that week.
Fu Haitang rested her chin on her hand, her mental scale slightly tilting. It wasn’t that she was soft-hearted and couldn’t bear to use Lin Meixue and Lin Meilin for her plan.
But Lin Meixue was indeed Fu Yilan’s best friend in the industry and someone who treated her the best.
“If you can kill them but don’t, you might have a use for them in the future.”
Fu Haitang sighed, turned off the monitor, and slumped back in her chair.
“Who else?”
Who else could take the fall?
Fu Haitang frowned: “The rich girl?”