After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 52 Sang Jiyue's Inability to Accomplish

Sang Jiuyue's eyes widened with anger, her face flushed, and her chest rose and fell violently, like an enraged beast. Looking at the backs of the employees who left resolutely, she suddenly reached out and swept the teacups, vases and other items on the table to the ground. The sound of broken porcelain rang out in the room instantly, sharp and piercing. The employees who were originally planning to leave were frightened by the sudden sound, and their steps unconsciously quickened. They hurriedly fled from this place of trouble, as if there were evil spirits chasing them.

However, even though those people had disappeared, the rage in Sang Jiuyue's heart was still burning fiercely, and it did not diminish in the slightest because of their departure. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and her lips were bitten so hard that they almost bleed. "Very good, good!" She squeezed out these words from between her teeth, her voice twisted and hoarse due to anger, "Since you are so powerful and think that I, Sang Jiuyue, am easy to bully, then I will do it myself! I want to see what you can do without those spies and I will personally monitor you!" Her eyes flashed with madness and determination, as if she had fallen into a state of paranoia, and in order to achieve her goal, she would do anything at all costs, even if it meant making everyone her enemy.

Sang Jiuyue sat in front of the dressing table, her eyes revealing a hint of determination and sinisterness. She slowly raised her slender fingers and gently fiddled with her black and shiny hair. The pearls and jade on the hairpin swayed gently with her movements, making a slight collision sound. In her heart, a crazy idea was gradually taking shape. This time, she vowed to please Chu Ling by any means necessary, so that he would only focus on her and completely forget the ex-girlfriend who once occupied a place in his heart.

She recalled the unconcealed nostalgia and reluctance in Chu Ling's eyes when he once happened to see his ex-girlfriend leaving, and a strong sense of jealousy and unwillingness surged in her heart. That scene bit her heart like a poisonous snake, leaving her restless for a moment. "Why am I inferior to her?" Sang Jiuyue bit her lower lip and thought secretly, "But it doesn't matter. From now on, I will let Chu Ling know that I am the only one who is most suitable for him."

Sang Jiuyue stood up and looked at her face in the mirror carefully. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a calculated arc. She began to carefully plan every step, from dressing to words and deeds, all of which were carefully considered. She wanted to appear in front of Chu Ling in the most perfect posture, so that he would be fascinated by her and there would be no room for anyone else in his eyes. In order to achieve this goal, she even did not hesitate to hurt those innocent people. As long as Chu Ling could look at her with a new eye, she was willing to pay any price, even if it meant falling into an abyss of no return.

In the colorful but turbulent sea of fame and fortune in the entertainment industry, a highly anticipated celebrity conference is like an extremely luxurious feast, which is about to be grandly opened amid everyone's expectations. This event is like a shining star, and its light has attracted many first-tier and second-tier stars to come here with their own dreams and ambitions, like moths to a flame. They are eager to shine on this brilliant stage and further consolidate or improve their position in the pyramid of the entertainment industry. Everyone is well prepared, and their eyes are shining with a fiery desire for fame and fortune.

CEOs and presidents of major entertainment groups also attended the event with their sharp business acumen and grand business plans, wearing expensive high-end suits and limited edition watches that showed their status. For them, this was not only a social feast, but also an excellent battlefield to explore potential business opportunities and expand personal connections. They shuttled among the crowd with smiles on their faces, but their eyes were as sharp as cheetahs, not letting go of any potential partners or competitors.

The entertainment news media, like keen hounds, had already occupied key positions at the press conference. Their cameras were densely placed, like soldiers standing in a forest, ready to capture every exciting moment and potential hot spot that could stir up a storm of public opinion. After all, in this era of information explosion, any detail of such a grand event could become tomorrow's headline news, bringing them huge traffic and attention, which in turn turned into lucrative profits.

Sang Jiuyue stood in front of her spacious and luxurious dressing table, which was like a palace. The surrounding lights were soft and bright, shining on her carefully selected evening dress, reflecting a charming brilliance. Her eyes were shining with fiery and crazy ambition and eager expectation, like a female warrior about to step onto the battlefield, except that her weapons were beauty and scheming. She was like a top craftsman who carefully carved a masterpiece, examining her appearance after dressing up inch by inch, not missing any details.

She was wearing a floor-length luxurious evening gown. The fabric of the gown seemed to be cut from the Milky Way, and every strand of it exuded a noble and elegant aura. The huge diamonds and dazzling gems inlaid on it sparkled dazzlingly under the light, as if all the treasures in the world were gathered on this gorgeous dress, fully demonstrating her determination to win the banquet. The hem of the gown was like a flowing Milky Way, dragging on the ground, swaying slightly as she walked, exuding a dreamy beauty.

Her makeup was even more refined, with her big eyes outlined by eyeliner, deep and charming, and her thick and curled eyelashes seemed to be able to stir up a breeze with a slight flutter, and her flaming red lips were like a delicate rose burning in the dark night, exuding fatal temptation and confidence. She looked at the mirror, her mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a determined smile, her teeth were white and neat, and sparkled like pearls under the light. In her heart, she firmly believed that tonight was the perfect opportunity for her to make a stunning appearance in front of Chu Ling and make him completely erase Sang Shuwan from his heart.

She had spent so much time and effort on this day. Starting from choosing the dress, she went to various top brand stores in person and tried on countless gorgeous dresses. She carefully compared and selected the style, color, and material of each dress until she found the dress that best complemented her figure and temperament. When matching the jewelry, she carefully selected the most dazzling diamond necklace, bracelet, and earrings from her treasured jewelry box. Each piece of jewelry was priceless and complemented the dress. In terms of designing the makeup, she specially hired the most famous makeup artist in the industry to carefully create this perfect makeup according to her face shape, skin color, and the style of tonight's clothing. When practicing her manners, she repeatedly practiced walking, sitting, and standing postures in front of the mirror, striving to make every movement elegant and charming. All she did was to become the most dazzling star at the banquet, so that Chu Ling could never take his eyes off her.

At the same time, Sang Shuwan also wore a long dress that was light and elegant, and stepped into the lively banquet lightly. Her long dress was like a blooming green lotus, fresh and refined yet dignified and generous. The color of the dress was light blue, like the lake water in the morning, giving people a sense of tranquility and comfort. The fabric was soft and smooth, and it fluttered gently with her steps, as if a layer of light halo enveloped her.

Jiang Cimu was like a loyal guardian knight, wearing a well-cut black suit, standing tall like a pine tree, and accompanying her with dignity. His suit had smooth lines, perfectly fitting his broad shoulders and tight waist, highlighting his tall and handsome figure. The white shirt matched with an exquisite tie made him look neat and elegant. His deep eyes were always filled with concern and affection for Sang Shuwan, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world, and as long as he was by her side, he would never allow any danger or harm to befall her. He followed closely behind Sang Shuwan, occasionally slightly sideways to block the crowded crowd around her, with his arms naturally bent in a protective posture.

Alice also appeared at the venue in gorgeous clothes. She wore a red off-shoulder dress with exquisite golden patterns embroidered on it, which made her look noble and gorgeous. Her hair was piled high, revealing her fair and slender neck, on which she wore a dazzling sapphire necklace, which contrasted with her dress. Her arrival attracted many people's attention, but her eyes were inadvertently cast on Sang Shuwan. There seemed to be some unknown thoughts and subtle emotions hidden in her eyes, perhaps jealousy, perhaps envy, or perhaps other more complicated emotions. She raised her chin slightly, and a trace of imperceptible disdain flashed in her eyes, but she soon returned to smiling and greeted the people around her.

Chu Ling, a man with a powerful influence in the entertainment industry, walked into the venue with a steady and confident step. He wore a dark gray custom suit with a high-quality fabric and a simple and elegant style, which showed his mature and steady temperament. His face was well-defined, his eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were deep and bright, and every subtle movement and expression exuded an innate charm. His appearance was like a powerful magnet, attracting the attention of everyone present. Wherever he went, everyone unconsciously made way for him, as if he was the king of this world of fame and fortune.

At the banquet, the lights were as bright as day. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire hall. The music was melodious like the sound of nature. A professional band played soothing and elegant music on the stage, adding a romantic and warm atmosphere to the banquet. People greeted each other and talked, and on the surface, there was a harmonious and cheerful scene. The male stars were dressed in neat suits and looked handsome. Some of them were talking about the latest film and television works, and some were exchanging fitness experiences, with confident smiles on their faces. The female stars wore a variety of gorgeous dresses, competing with each other, as if a fashion war without gunpowder was quietly taking place here. They praised each other's clothes and makeup, but their eyes revealed a hint of competition that was not easy to detect.

However, behind this seemingly prosperous scene, there are countless complicated thoughts and sinister calculations. Sang Shuwan may have felt physically unwell due to her recent busy schedule and mental tension. Her face turned slightly pale. She frowned slightly, covered her abdomen with her hands, and quietly left the noisy banquet hall, slowly walking towards the bathroom. Her steps were a little heavy, but she still maintained an elegant posture, trying not to let others see her discomfort.

Sang Jiuyue has been like a cheetah lurking in the dark, closely watching Sang Shuwan's every move. She stood in a corner, leaning forward slightly, staring at Sang Shuwan's back, holding a glass of champagne in her hand, but not in the mood to taste it. She keenly caught Sang Shuwan's slightly tired and strange look when he left, and suddenly a surge of uncontrollable joy surged in her heart. Her eyes widened slightly, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, revealing a smug smile, thinking to herself: "Finally, I have waited for the opportunity."

She followed Sang Shuwan silently like a ghost, with light footsteps and almost no sound. She carefully kept a certain distance to avoid being discovered by Sang Shuwan. Seeing her walk into the bathroom, Sang Jiuyue's heartbeat began to speed up, nervous and excited. When she saw Sang Shuwan put the water cup on the sink, an evil and crazy idea quickly sprouted in her heart and grew wantonly.

She looked around vigilantly, her eyes quickly scanning every corner of the bathroom. After confirming that no one noticed her whereabouts, she quickly took out a small bag of drugs that had been prepared from her delicate handbag. Her hands trembled slightly, and her eyes flashed with a mixture of madness and pride. The light seemed to come from the fire of hell, burning her reason and conscience. She carefully poured the drugs into Sang Shuwan's water cup. Due to nervousness, some of the powder spilled outside. She quickly flicked it into the cup with her fingers, then gently shook it a few times, watching the powder quickly dissolve in the water. A subtle but malicious sneer appeared on her face, as if she had seen Sang Shuwan's embarrassing appearance in front of everyone.

In her imagination, Sang Shuwan would look very ugly at the banquet because of drinking this glass of water. She might feel dizzy, unsteady on her feet, or even vomit, becoming the object of everyone's ridicule. Chu Ling would be completely disappointed in Sang Shuwan and turn his attention to herself. Her face was filled with a twisted excitement, and her hands tightly grasped her handbag, her knuckles slightly white due to the force.

After doing all this, Sang Jiuyue pretended to be elegant and nonchalant, walked to the sink with light steps, and elegantly touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror. She took out a lipstick from her handbag, slowly twisted out the paste, and then gently applied it on her lips, with elegant and skillful movements. From time to time, her eyes were like two sharp daggers, glancing at the cubicle where Sang Shuwan was through the reflection of the mirror, thinking to herself: "Sang Shuwan, you just wait to lose face in front of everyone. Wait until you drink this glass of water, and see how you can maintain that arrogant and cold look in front of Chu Ling. I will make you a laughing stock in the entire entertainment industry."

After a while, Sang Shuwan came out of the cubicle, and she saw Sang Jiuyue standing in front of the sink. Although Sang Jiuyue had a seemingly friendly smile on her face, Sang Shuwan caught a glimpse of subtle panic and complacency in her eyes. Sang Shuwan walked to the sink calmly, picked up the water cup, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. She knew clearly that Sang Jiuyue must have done something shameful in the water cup, but she did not show any panic.

She stood calmly in front of the mirror and began to slowly touch up her lipstick. She took out a light pink lipstick from her handbag and gently applied it on her lips. Her eyes remained calm and composed, even with a hint of sarcasm, as if she was mocking Sang Jiuyue's stupidity and overestimation of her own abilities. Her movements were elegant and natural, and were not affected by Sang Jiuyue's presence at all.

After touching up her lipstick, Sang Shuwan gently picked up the water cup, turned around and walked out of the bathroom with an elegant step, leaving Sang Jiuyue alone with a smug smile. Sang Jiuyue looked at Sang Shuwan's back as he left, her hands clenched into fists excitedly, placed them in front of her chest, her body trembling slightly, her heart filled with twisted expectations, she couldn't help but dance like a child who got a favorite toy, and kept imagining the embarrassing scene of Sang Shuwan making a fool of himself at the party. "Sang Shuwan, you're completely in my hands this time." She whispered to herself, her voice full of malice and pleasure, and then she hummed a tuneless little song and walked towards the bathroom with a brisk pace. She had no idea that she was about to fall into an unexpected predicament.

Sang Jiuyue walked into the toilet cubicle, feeling particularly happy, as if she had seen victory waving to her. She hummed a little tune while satisfying her physiological needs. However, she never expected that the gears of fate would quietly turn in a direction she had never expected. When she was about to get up and leave, she found that the toilet door could not be opened no matter what. She pushed hard, but the door did not move at all, as if it was tightly stuck by an invisible big hand.

"What's going on? Why can't I open the door?" Sang Jiuyue suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, and fear quickly spread throughout her body like a tide. Her face turned pale as paper, and her eyes were wide open, full of fear. She began to shout for help at the top of her lungs, her voice was sharp and piercing, and it echoed in the empty toilet, but she never received any response. Her voice gradually became hoarse, and every shout was accompanied by a violent cough, and the despair overwhelmed her like a tide.

Time seemed to stop here, and every minute and every second became extremely long. She looked around anxiously, trying to find any possible chance to escape. Finally, her eyes fell on a window. Although the window was not big, it became her only life-saving straw in Sang Jiuyue's eyes. At this moment, she no longer cared about her image and dignity, and only wanted to escape from this terrible place as soon as possible.

She climbed up the window with her hands and feet, holding the window frame tightly with both hands, her body trembling slightly because of fear. Outside the window was an unknown world, and she didn't even have time to think about the consequences of jumping down. When she gritted her teeth and mustered up the courage to climb out of the window, an accident happened. Her feet suddenly slipped, and the whole person fell directly down uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string. With a loud "thump", she fell heavily on the red carpet, which immediately caused exclamations and discussions around her.

At the banquet, many celebrities, media reporters and staff who were originally immersed in the lively atmosphere were stunned by this sudden scene. Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Sang Jiuyue like a spotlight, as if time had stopped at this moment. The media who were originally holding cameras to broadcast the banquet scene reacted the fastest. They were like a group of hungry cheetahs, instantly capturing this "wonderful" scene, and without hesitation, they aimed the camera at Sang Jiuyue, and quickly adjusted the angle and focal length, striving to clearly record every embarrassed expression and movement of hers.

The stars around showed surprised expressions, some covered their mouths with their hands, and some whispered to the side. A female star said in surprise: "Oh my God, isn't this Sang Jiuyue? How could she fall from the toilet window?" Another male star shook his head and said disdainfully: "Who knows, she must be doing something again, this time it's embarrassing." The staff also stopped their work, gathered around, and looked at Sang Jiuyue with different expressions on their faces, some were surprised, some were sympathetic, and some were gloating.

In this era where information spreads as fast as lightning, news is like wings. Chu Lin's face suddenly became as gloomy as the sky before a storm, dark and terrifying. He stared at Sang Jiuyue with wide eyes, his eyes burning with anger, as if he wanted to devour her whole body. He was so angry that his voice trembled a little, and he shouted at Sang Jiuyue: "You are a person who can't do anything good, but only makes trouble! Look at what you have done!"

Sang Jiuyue covered her mouth in fear, her eyes wide open, full of fear and regret. She looked at Chu Lin's eyes that seemed to want to eat someone, and her legs became weak with fear, and she almost collapsed to the ground. She tried to explain, but her throat seemed to be tightly pinched by an invisible hand, and she could only make some vague "woohoo" sounds, but could not say a complete word.

At this moment, the surrounding media reporters were like a group of sharks that smelled blood, and they instantly became excited. They quickly adjusted the angle and focal length of the lens to frame Chu Lin and Sang Jiuyue completely in the picture, and the shutter sounded like dense raindrops. They knew very well that once such a picture was released, it would inevitably cause an uproar in the entertainment circle and even the entire Internet, and become a hot topic that people talked about after dinner, and they would also make a lot of money with these exclusive photos and news.

And those stars who were originally dissatisfied with Sang Jiuyue and jealous of her resources and opportunities, now stood aside, trying hard to suppress the smiles on their lips, thinking secretly in their hearts: "That's good, she has completely blocked her own way this time, let's see how she will survive in this circle in the future." They exchanged understanding glances with each other, but pretended to be surprised and sympathetic on the surface, shaking their heads and sighing hypocritically.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chu Lin suppressed the rage in his heart and frantically tried to fix his torn suit. His fingers pulled at the tear of the suit awkwardly, but the tear was like a glaring scar, mercilessly mocking his embarrassment, and he could not cover it up. While fixing it, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a low and threatening voice from between his teeth, saying to Sang Jiuyue: "Just wait, I will settle this account with you sooner or later!" Sang Jiuyue lowered her head, tears rolling down like beads that had broken off the string, wetting the ground in front of her. She knew that the little bit of goodwill she had in Chu Lin's heart had completely collapsed into a pile of ruins at this moment, and her already shaky future in the entertainment industry had become dark because of these disastrous events one after another, and there was no glimmer of hope.

Sang Shuwan witnessed all this, feeling mixed emotions. She was angry and disgusted with Sang Jiuyue's behavior, but at the same time she felt helpless and sad about the cruel reality of the entertainment industry. She knew very well that in this world of fame and fortune, everyone was fighting for their own interests by any means, and if they were not careful, they might fall into an abyss of no return. As for herself, she was able to escape from this storm unscrupulously and let Sang Jiuyue get the punishment she deserved, which was a blessing in disguise.

Jiang Cimu walked up to Sang Shuwan, gently held her hand, and gave her a warm and firm look. He said nothing, but Sang Shuwan understood his care and support from his eyes. In this world full of hypocrisy and calculation, Jiang Cimu's existence was like a bright light, illuminating her way forward and making her feel a little warm and comforted.

As the party continued, the performances on the stage were still wonderful, but Sang Shuwan was no longer in the mood to appreciate them. Her thoughts were still on what had just happened, and she was thinking about how she would proceed in the entertainment industry in the future. She knew that this incident was just a small episode, and there would be more challenges and difficulties waiting for her in the future. But she also firmly believed that as long as she sticks to her heart, is not tempted by fame and fortune, and is not defeated by difficulties, she will be able to carve out a world of her own in this complex entertainment industry.

After experiencing this humiliation and blow, Sang Jiuyue's spirit almost collapsed. She didn't know how to face all this, nor did she know how to restore her image in Chu Lin's heart and her reputation in the entertainment industry. She sat alone in the corner, looking forward with empty eyes, as if she had lost her soul. People around her cast strange eyes on her, but she had no time to care about these. Her heart was full of regret and self-blame. If she had been able to work hard with her feet on the ground instead of thinking about gaining fame and fortune through improper means, perhaps she would not have ended up like this today.

This feast of the entertainment industry was originally a stage to showcase talent and glory, but because of human greed and jealousy, it turned into a Hongmen Banquet full of conspiracy and crisis. And the contest between Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue is just a small microcosm on the big stage of the entertainment industry. In this world of fame and fortune, all kinds of stories are played out every day, with laughter, tears, success, failure, sincerity, and hypocrisy. People often lose themselves in the pursuit of fame and fortune, fall into the abyss of desire, and cannot extricate themselves. But there are also people who can stick to their original intentions, stay sober in this complicated world, remain unmoved, and finally walk towards their own road to success.

After the party, Sang Shuwan and Jiang Cimu left the venue hand in hand. Their figures appeared particularly firm and calm in the night, as if they were announcing to the entertainment industry that they would not be defeated by any difficulties and setbacks, and would bravely move forward to meet future challenges and opportunities. However, Sang Jiuyue was still immersed in her own pain and regret. Her future was full of unknowns and confusion...

After the farce-like banquet, Chu Ling walked away with a look of disgust and disdain, leaving Sang Jiuyue alone to face the mocking and contemptuous gazes of the crowd. The whispers around her were like sharp needles, piercing her eardrums again and again. Those faces that once seemed friendly now showed expressions of gloating without concealment.

"Look at her. She was always so arrogant before, but now she has fallen flat on her face!"

"That's right. He did whatever it took to get noticed. Now he's made such a mess of himself. He deserves it!"

Sang Jiuyue listened to these harsh words, her face turned pale as paper, and her lips trembled slightly. The haute couture evening dress she was wearing, which was originally extremely gorgeous, now seemed so cumbersome. The hem of the dress dragged on the ground, covered with a lot of dust, and the dazzling diamonds and gems seemed to have lost their luster and no longer shone. She bit her lip, bent down suddenly, pulled the exquisite high heels off her feet, and threw them aside fiercely. The high heels rolled on the ground for a few times, making a "clang clang" sound, as if ringing the final death knell for her farce.

Unable to endure this endless humiliation any longer, Sang Jiuyue covered her face with her hands, uttered a desperate sob, and then ran to the side of the street regardless of everything. Her hair was scattered and flying in a mess as she ran, mixed with her tear-stained makeup, making her look particularly embarrassed. Her steps were hurried and hurried, completely ignoring the pain under her feet, as if as long as she ran fast enough, she could escape this nightmare-like reality, escape those mocking eyes and ugly words.

Pedestrians on the street looked at this luxuriously dressed but out-of-control woman with surprise and confusion in their eyes. Sang Jiuyue didn't care about these strange looks. Her mind kept flashing through the embarrassing scenes at the banquet, Chu Ling's cold and disgusted eyes, her ugly appearance in the media, and the negative comments that came like a tide. Every picture was like a sharp blade, cutting her heart. She ran and cried, her cries echoing in the silent streets, revealing endless regret and despair, but she could only taste the bitter fruit she had sown alone on this street where no one cared.

Sang Jiuyue ran wildly on the street in a daze, her heart full of shame and pain after being laughed at by everyone, tears kept pouring out, and her eyes were already blurred. She had never expected that at this moment, a car slowly approached, and in the car sat a group of reporters.

The car followed Sang Jiuyue slowly, keeping pace with her. Cameras were poked out of the car windows, all aimed at her, the shutters kept clicking, the flashes were flashing more frequently, the dazzling lights were like sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting her already fragile heart.

"Ms. Sang Jiuyue, how do you feel right now?" a reporter shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice revealing an eagerness to dig up some explosive news.

Sang Jiuyue suddenly stopped and turned to look at the car. Her messy hair stuck to her tear-stained cheeks. A flash of fear flashed in her eyes, and then she was filled with anger. She was so angry that she was shaking all over and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Do you still have any humanity? Can't you see that I am like this? You still keep asking questions. Stay away from me!"

But the reporters would never let go of such a good opportunity, and continued to ask, "What do you think about what happened at the banquet? Everyone is talking about your behavior now."

Sang Jiuyue bit her lips until they bled. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain. She was filled with disgust and hatred for these reporters. "I don't have any feelings. Don't follow me anymore. I don't want to say anything now!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, then turned around, quickened her pace and continued to run forward, just wanting to get rid of these annoying reporters as quickly as possible.

She ran and sobbed, and every step seemed to use up all her strength. The once gorgeous haute couture evening dress was now torn crooked, and the hem of her skirt was scratched by the stones on the ground, but she didn't care about that anymore. At this moment, she was like a wounded beast, just wanting to find a deserted place, hide and lick her wounds alone, away from these malicious and cold eyes, away from these merciless questions.

Sang Jiuyue fled in a panic on the street, her heart full of pain and despair, unaware that all this was actually a conspiracy secretly planned by Sang Shuwan and Alice.

The car carrying the reporters followed her slowly, and the reporters in the car were all excited, with their cameras pointed steadily at Sang Jiuyue, not missing any moment that could capture her embarrassed look. They had already received instructions from Sang Shuwan and Alice, so they had no worries at the moment, even if Sang Jiuyue was emotionally agitated and appeared to be in a state of collapse, they would just keep filming, anyway, no matter what happened, they would not be in trouble.

"Ms. Sang Jiuyue, are you regretting it now? The drama at the banquet really opened everyone's eyes!" A reporter deliberately raised his voice, his words full of sarcasm. The voice came clearly into Sang Jiuyue's ears through the car window.

Sang Jiuyue was angry and anxious. She stopped suddenly, stared at the reporters in the car with red eyes, her chest heaving violently, "You are too much! What have I done to deserve being chased by you like this? I'm miserable enough, and you won't let me go!" Her voice was tearful, but full of endless anger.

But the reporters just exchanged knowing looks and continued to do their own thing. Another reporter immediately asked: "You were so calculating and scheming against others before, didn't you ever think that you would end up like this?"

Sang Jiuyue's body shook, as if she was hit by these words. She opened her mouth and wanted to refute, but she felt extremely powerless. After all, this was the fact. She gritted her teeth and tears burst out again, "You don't understand anything at all, stop talking nonsense here!" After saying that, she staggered forward again. Her steps were already a little shaky, but the desire to escape in her heart made her dare not stop.

In a corner not far away, Sang Shuwan and Alice stood side by side, watching the scene silently. Sang Shuwan looked calm, but her eyes were intertwined with complex emotions, including resentment towards Sang Jiuyue for repeatedly plotting against her, and unspeakable helplessness. She understood that all this was just a way of treating someone in his own way, and it was the result of Sang Jiuyue's own actions. Alice crossed her arms, with a sneer on her lips, as if she was enjoying a wonderful drama, and whispered to Sang Shuwan: "She has no face now. I'm afraid her road in the entertainment industry is coming to an end. It's her own fault." Sang Shuwan nodded slightly after hearing this, her eyes still fixed on Sang Jiuyue's embarrassed figure, and her heart was full of mixed feelings. The joy of victory was mixed with some complex emotions, but she also knew that in this open and secret struggle, they had already gained an absolute upper hand.

(End of this chapter)