After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 35 Rift and Revenge

Sang Jiuyue's eyes were red and full of resentment. Before anyone could react, she suddenly threw the red wine in her hand at Sang Shuwan. The red wine was like a hideous bloodstain, instantly spreading on Sang Shuwan's flawless white dress, shocking the eyes.

The banquet hall was suddenly silent, and everyone looked at him in astonishment. Sang Shuwan frowned slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the stain, then raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he locked onto Sang Jiyue, his voice neither humble nor arrogant: "Sang Jiyue, after all these years, you still only know how to use these despicable means."

Sang Jiuyue chuckled, her laughter concealing madness and pleasure: "So what if it's low-class? As long as I can make you look bad in public!" As she said that, she pretended to slip and bumped into Sang Shuwan, trying to make the stain more thoroughly stained. Sang Shuwan dodged lightly to the side, and Sang Jiuyue missed and stabilized herself awkwardly.

People around began to point fingers and whisper, but Sang Jiuyue ignored them and approached Sang Shuwan, lowering her voice and saying viciously: "This is just an appetizer. I will destroy your 10 billion assets and happy life!" Sang Shuwan's expression did not change, and he responded calmly: "You are too obsessed, and sooner or later you will drive yourself into a desperate situation."

At this time, a famous lady who was very close to Sang Shuwan came out, handed over a shawl, and gently comforted her: "Shuwan, don't be angry with her, go change your clothes." Sang Shuwan nodded in thanks and left gracefully. Seeing this, Sang Jiyue was furious, thinking that everyone was biased towards Sang Shuwan, and she gnashed her teeth in hatred.

At the banquet, the crystal chandeliers cast a brilliant light, the guests were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was lively. Sang Jiyue, wearing a slim red dress, twisted her waist and shuttled through the crowd, her eyes always fixed on Sang Shuwan, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Finally, while Sang Shuwan was talking to someone else, Sang Jiuyue pretended to be drunk, staggered a few steps and rushed over, raising her hand to slap her. Sang Shuwan seemed to have eyes on her back, and dodged lightly, stepping on the hem of Sang Jiuyue's skirt. Sang Jiuyue's center of gravity was unstable, and she rushed forward, waving her hands randomly, and with a "crash", the wine glasses on the table were swept to the ground, and the wine splashed on her skirt.

Everyone's eyes were focused instantly, and there was an uproar. Sang Jiyue lay on the ground in a mess, her hair was messy, her carefully applied makeup was ruined, and her dress was stepped on tightly, so she couldn't get away. Shame and anger surged into her heart like a tide, her ears were burning, and she looked up at Sang Shuwan, the hatred in her eyes seemed to burn people: "Sang Shuwan, how dare you do this to me!"

Sang Shuwan lowered his eyes, glared down at her, and said in a cold voice: "You asked for it. You keep provoking me. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?" After saying that, he gracefully withdrew his foot and straightened his clothes, as if he had just stepped on an ant to death.

Sang Jiuyue hurriedly climbed up, grabbing the hem of her skirt, shaking with anger, her nails digging deep into her palms. She gritted her teeth and thought to herself: "Sang Shuwan, I will not be a human being if I don't take revenge today! I will get this account back with interest." The pointing and sneering of the guests around her hit her sore spot, making her almost crazy.

After returning home, Sang Jiuyue smashed everything in the house, and vases and ornaments were scattered all over the floor. After calming down a little, she immediately called the gangster boss, her voice hoarse with anger: "Brother Chen, help me to take down Sang Shuwan, no matter what means, the sooner the better! After the matter is done, I will give you as much money and benefits as you want!" The flame of revenge burned in her chest, she had completely lost her mind, and plunged into the abyss of crazy revenge, completely ignoring the consequences of this action.

Sang Jiuyue clenched the phone tightly, her fingertips turned white, her voice trembling with anger and grievance, and she said anxiously to the gangster boss on the other end of the phone: "Brother Chen, you don't know, that bitch Sang Shuwan bullied me badly tonight!"

The black boss didn't respond to her and interrupted her impatiently: "Stop talking about those useless things. I just want to ask you, have you talked to Master Chu? This is the key, and it concerns our overall plan."

Sang Jiuyue choked, her eyes reddened, and she angrily described the scene at the banquet: "I was ready, but as soon as I entered, Sang Shuwan seemed to have grown a mind. When I approached, she stepped on my dress, and I made a fool of myself in public and fell flat on my face! Everyone around me was pointing and laughing at me. How could I stay there? I had to leave early, and I didn't even see Master Chu!"

The gangster was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly, "Useless! You can't even handle such a small matter. I spent so much effort to support you and give you money, not to let you embarrass yourself at the banquet. Sang Shuwan stepped on you, and you panic like this? You can't even take care of your business."

Sang Jiuyue felt so aggrieved that tears welled up in her eyes. She was angry and anxious: "Brother Chen, it's easy for you to say that. If you were in that situation, you could try it! Besides, you know how much I have contributed to this plan. I learned foreign languages, mixed up in social circles, and was exhausted every day. Finally, she messed it up like this..." "Enough!" The gangster boss shouted, "Don't make excuses. The young master of the Chu family has a lot of resources. He is our biggest reliance to bring down Sang Shuwan. If we miss this meeting opportunity, it will be difficult to win him over in the future. You'd better think of a way to remedy the situation. If there is no progress within three days, humph, you know the consequences!" After that, he hung up the phone.

Sang Jiuyue stood there in a daze, listening to the busy tone on her phone, hatred and unwillingness surging in her heart. After a moment, she ripped off a large part of her skirt with a hiss, as if to sever her connection with this humiliation, with a resolute look in her eyes: "Sang Shuwan, Master Chu, don't even think about running away, I will make you pay the price!" Then, she began to think about how to get close to Master Chu again and re-plan her revenge plan.

The lights in the banquet hall were on and the voices were noisy. Sang Shuwan was interacting with the guests. As her eyes moved, she keenly caught the tense atmosphere between Chu Ling and Jiang Cimu. Others might not have noticed it yet, but she knew that the two had a long-standing grudge. Whenever they met, the undercurrent would surge into a turbulent undercurrent that could overturn the situation at any time.

Sang Shuwan walked lightly to Jiang Cimu's side, raised her jade hand, naturally took his arm, leaned close to his ear, lowered her voice, exhaled sweetly: "Cimu, do me a favor, it's not suitable to stay here for long, Chu Ling is here, you and I should leave first." Jiang Cimu lowered his eyes and saw the earnestness in her eyes. He didn't like Chu Ling in the first place, so he understood what she meant, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he replied softly: "Of course I will do as you say."

The two of them walked towards the door hand in hand. Sang Shuwan did not forget to look back, smiled apologetically, and said loudly: "Everyone, there is an emergency at home. Ci Mu and I will take our leave first and meet again another day." After that, he quickened his pace.

Just as she reached the door, Chu Ling's indifferent voice came from behind her: "Ms. Sang, you are in such a hurry, are you afraid of seeing me?" Sang Shuwan paused, but Jiang Ci Mu took a step forward to stand in front of her and retorted: "Mr. Chu, don't be so self-indulgent. Other people's private affairs have nothing to do with you?" After that, he protected Sang Shuwan and walked out of the banquet hall.

After getting in the car, Sang Shuwan let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair: "Thank you, Ci Mu. If it weren't for you, there might have been some trouble tonight." Jiang Ci Mu tilted his head, his eyes gentle: "Are you still polite to me? But how could you be afraid of him? Although Chu Ling is powerful, you are not much inferior." Sang Shuwan smiled bitterly: "It's not that I'm afraid, I just don't want to cause trouble for no reason, ruin everyone's mood, and delay business." Jiang Ci Mu nodded, no longer asked questions, told the driver to drive away, and drove away.

Outside the window, heavy rain poured down, crackling against the glass, blurring the neon night outside. The lights in the house were dim, with only the light from the desk lamp quietly falling on the photo of Sang Shuwan in Chu Ling's hand. In the photo, Sang Shuwan had a gentle smile, and her eyes seemed to hide broken stars, so beautiful that it moved the heartstrings.

Chu Ling sat in a large office chair, leaning forward slightly, stroking the edge of the photo with his slender fingers, his eyes glued, as if he wanted to see through the photo and pull the person out. Just a few hours ago at the dinner party, the crystal chandelier made people dizzy, and among the elegant clothes, Sang Shuwan intimately held Jiang Cimu's arm, occasionally looking up and smiling, the two whispered and murmured, as if no one was around.

Thinking of this, Chu Ling frowned, his eyes instantly turned cold, jealousy was like lightning flashing outside the window, instantly piercing his heart. "Humph, Jiang Cimu is nothing!" He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, unconsciously clenching the photo in his hand, his knuckles turned white, and the paper rustled. Mr. Chu, who was usually calm and reserved, was now filled with bitterness and unwillingness, and had completely lost his usual composure.

The rain outside the window was getting more and more violent, with bean-sized raindrops hitting the window frame fiercely, as if they were going to break through the glass and rush in. Chu Ling stared at Sang Shuwan's photo, his face so gloomy that water could drip out. Thinking of the intimacy between Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu at the banquet, jealousy suddenly ignited in his eyes.

He slammed the photo on the table and stood up suddenly, his tall figure carrying an oppressive feeling. The assistant beside him didn't dare to breathe, and lowered his head. Chu Ling pulled his collar and tried his best to calm down, but his voice was still cold and hard: "Go check what Jiang Cimu has been doing recently, one by one, no matter how big or small, report it to me." The assistant nodded hurriedly and left in a hurry.

Chu Ling sat back in his chair, folded his hands and supported his chin, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Jiang Cimu, you may not know that you have offended someone you shouldn't have offended this time. In this city, if you dare to snatch people from me, humph, you will suffer a lot in the future." After that, he took out his mobile phone, and his slender fingers quickly dialed a number, whispered a few words, and prepared to set a trap for Jiang Cimu. No matter in the business world or in life, wherever Jiang Cimu set foot, he would disturb the other party and make Sang Shuwan's eyes focus only on him again.

(End of this chapter)