The Breakup Didn’t Stop Me From Owning the World - Chapter 19

Lan Muyu paused in her steps, slowly turning around. Her beautiful peach-blossom eyes curved slightly as she looked at Han Feifei, “Of course, I meant exactly what I said.”

Director Wang, with his beer belly, wobbled as he propped himself up from the table, pointing fiercely at Lan Muyu. “Say that again to my face.”

Seeing Director Wang still fixated on this, Han Feifei—whose face had turned as colorful as a palette—nervously stood up as well. Her hands trembled as she reached out to grab Director Wang’s arm but then withdrew, staring at him anxiously. “D-Director Wang, why don’t you just make her leave? Don’t waste your breath on her.”

Director Wang turned to Han Feifei, the initial warmth in his gaze now gone. “Do you know what she meant by that?”

“What else could she mean? She’s just desperately struggling,” Han Feifei forced a smile, avoiding his gaze as she urged, “Please, just make her go. She’s ruining my mood. Let me serve you some food, okay?”

Though Director Wang was fond of beautiful women, he had survived in the business world for years. Han Feifei’s sudden nervousness and her desperate attempts to get Lan Muyu to leave—how could he not see the red flags?

“I was just telling the truth,” Lan Muyu took a few steps forward, stopping two meters away from Han Feifei, sighing. “Han Feifei, why do you always try to silence me? What are you so afraid of?”

“I—I’m not!”

Lan Muyu turned to Director Wang. “Just now, when I went to the restroom, Han Feifei kindly suggested that I should latch onto you for better resources. But then she—”

“Lan Muyu, don’t you dare slander me and drive a wedge between us!” Han Feifei rushed past Director Wang toward Lan Muyu, raising her hand, only to be grabbed from behind.

Furious, Han Feifei turned to see Director Wang holding her wrist.

Still gripping Han Feifei, Director Wang promised Lan Muyu, “Lan Muyu, speak clearly. Don’t worry—as long as you explain everything, you’ll never have to worry about resources again.”

Suppressing her disgust, Lan Muyu said, “But just when I said I was willing to turn to you, Han Feifei suddenly changed her expression. She, she—”

Director Wang’s face darkened further. After Han Feifei had stayed by his side, her jealousy had grown extreme, constantly stirring up drama out of possessiveness. He was never one to stay lonely—how could he possibly have only one mistress?

But Han Feifei had driven all the other women away. If not for the fact that he still had some interest in her, he would’ve kicked her out long ago.

“Lan Muyu, you were the one who said you didn’t want Director Wang!” Han Feifei frantically tugged at Director Wang’s hand, sweat trickling down her cheeks and mixing with her thick foundation. “Director Wang, I know your preferences. I was just trying to help you win Lan Muyu over, but she not only looked down on you—now she’s trying to ruin our relationship. You can’t believe her!”

The others in the private room pretended to be invisible, but the producer Li Ming spoke up. “Director Wang, Lan Muyu just wants to drag others down with her. You know how devoted Han Feifei is to you, don’t you?”

Seizing the opportunity, Han Feifei cooed, “Director Wang~”

A tear slipped from Han Feifei’s eye as she looked at Director Wang with a pitiful gaze, softening his heart slightly. He threatened Lan Muyu, “Enough. Lan Muyu, don’t let me see you in the entertainment industry again, or else—”

“Or else you’ll blacklist me?” Lan Muyu’s tone was light, and she let out a carefree laugh. “Blacklisting me doesn’t matter, but before I leave, I should give you a little parting gift.”

She tapped her phone, and a recording began to play—Han Feifei’s voice rang out:
“Back when we were in the ‘Whispering Love in My Heart’ crew, there were already rich second-generation heirs who wanted to sleep with you. You turned them all down, even dumped Fu Yao—how could you possibly be interested in Director Wang, that old man who looks like a pig?”

The moment the recording played, the private room fell dead silent.

“You b1tch!” Director Wang suddenly lashed out, slapping Han Feifei hard across the face.

“Ah!” Caught off guard, Han Feifei collapsed to the floor, trembling uncontrollably. But Director Wang wasn’t done. He grabbed her hair, yanking her up as her heavily made-up face quickly swelled red, tears smearing her makeup.

“You filthy whore! You take my money and still dare to insult me? Who the hell do you think you are? When you were climbing into my bed, you clung to me like your life depended on it, and now you talk like this behind my back?”

“Without me, you’d still be an extra! The supporting role last time, the lead role this time—without me, you’d have nothing!”

Hearing this, Lan Muyu finally understood. The original actress cast for the supporting role in Whispering Love in My Heart had fallen ill and was replaced—no wonder Han Feifei had gotten the part.

But none of that concerned her anymore.

Lan Muyu walked toward the door. No matter the curses and screams behind her, she sighed and reached for the handle—only for the door to swing open from the outside.

Standing there were Jiang Qianrou and Fu Yao.

Lan Muyu tried to step past them, but Fu Yao moved to block her path.

Confused, Lan Muyu looked up and saw the disdain in Fu Yao’s eyes, paired with the smug expression on Jiang Qianrou’s face. It made no sense to her.

With Fu Yao and Jiang Qianrou blocking the exit, Lan Muyu had no choice but to stand there and wait for the commotion inside to die down.

By the time Director Wang had finished his tirade, he gave Han Feifei one last kick, leaving her sprawled on the floor like a limp rag, her sobs barely audible.

Spotting Jiang Qianrou, Han Feifei reached out weakly. “Help me… You told me to record that. You can’t just abandon me now.”

But Jiang Qianrou averted her gaze as if she hadn’t heard.

Director Wang sized up the two women who had just entered and barked at Li Ming, “I’m pulling my investment!”

Li Ming didn’t care about Han Feifei’s beating, but money was another matter. He hurried over, trying to placate him with a suggestive tone, “Director Wang, calm down. Even if you don’t want Han Feifei, our crew has other actresses. Would you like to… consider them?”

Director Wang’s eyes gleamed as he leered at Lan Muyu by the door, stroking his chin. “That depends on what the other actresses think.”

Lan Muyu tensed, glancing warily around. Trapped between Director Wang and Fu Yao, she was stuck. Earlier, when she left the restroom, she had texted Xiao Zhang to come get her. As soon as he arrived, she could leave.

Fu Yao followed Director Wang’s gaze, her eyes complex as she looked at Lan Muyu. Jiang Qianrou, noticing this, intertwined her fingers with Fu Yao’s and whispered, “Yaoyao?”

Fu Yao quickly snapped out of it, offering Jiang Qianrou a reassuring smile before turning to Li Ming. “Are you the person in charge here?”

“Who are you?” Li Ming immediately put on airs.

“Is your production team in need of investment?”

Li Ming scurried over to Fu Yao, nodding obsequiously. “Yes, yes, yes! Our production is short on funds. May I ask who—”

Fu Yao straightened her clothes. “Tianhao Entertainment, Fu Yao.”

“Oh, it’s you! My apologies for not recognizing you earlier. Please don’t take offense. All our lead actors are here, personally selected by the director, and the script is based on a famous novel IP. If you invest, you’re guaranteed profits!”

Fu Yao raised two fingers. “I have two conditions. First, I’ll assign my own screenwriter. Second, during filming, you must cooperate with the screenwriter—especially regarding certain actors…”

Li Ming followed Fu Yao’s gaze to Lan Muyu and quickly agreed, “Of course, of course! The script is our core priority, and filming naturally follows it. If any actors refuse to cooperate, you’re free to replace them at any time.”

Seeing Lan Muyu targeted again, Director Wang grew even more determined to have her. He generously offered, “Lan Muyu, if this place doesn’t want you, you can go elsewhere. If you behave, I’ll arrange another production for you immediately. How about it?”

Fu Yao nodded gratefully at Director Wang. She didn’t know him well, but Jiang Qianrou had been right—Lan Muyu had clearly climbed the social ladder behind her back.

If Director Wang had insisted on investing in this production to protect Lan Muyu and clashed with her, the outcome would have been uncertain. But now that he proposed arranging another production for Lan Muyu, Fu Yao felt much more at ease.

Gently pulling Jiang Qianrou forward, Fu Yao scanned the room. “The necessary funds will be transferred immediately. From now on, she will be in charge of this production.”

Lan Muyu watched their performance coldly. Though it was a pity, she knew she couldn’t stay in this production any longer.

The people in the room flocked to Jiang Qianrou to offer congratulations when suddenly, a clear, melodious voice rang out from the doorway,

“You’re in charge? Then what am I here for?”