Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

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Inside the spacious private room, a crystal chandelier casts a warm yellow glow, enveloping everything in a hazy, dim light.

Two large round tables were filled with artists of all kinds from the entertainment industry. Smoke rose from the cigarettes between their fingers, and the crisp sound of clinking glasses filled the air.

After a few drinks, the male artists' faces turned red and their voices grew louder as they began to chat and boast without restraint.

They talked about everything from insider resources to industry secrets, from investment projects to luxury cars and watches, arguing heatedly until their faces were red.

The female celebrities huddled together, whispering among themselves, their fingertips lightly touching the latest lipstick shades, discussing the season's cosmetics or spreading gossip about the industry, occasionally bursting into a crisp, deliberately suppressed laugh.

At the next table, the most lively focus was none other than Sister Zhao.

She was almost completely surrounded by a group of female celebrities, becoming the target of their attacks.

Many people, holding glasses full of wine, approached with smiles, urging him to drink, their eyes revealing complex and unreadable emotions.

There was pure curiosity, undisguised envy, and even a hint of barely perceptible malice and bitterness, as they all bombarded each other with questions on the same topic.

"Liying, tell me honestly, are you and Gu Qing really dating?"

"That scene at the banquet tonight was so romantic! He walked through most of the banquet hall just to find you, and he hugged you so tenderly. How did you manage to have this top male celebrity so firmly under your control?"

"Please teach us! I'd like to find a younger brother like that too."

The tone sounded affectionate and envious, but deep down it revealed a strong sense of resentment.

These female celebrities either choose to support a poor but handsome younger brother who will then exploit them for resources, or they might end up dumping them.

Alternatively, she could grit her teeth and marry a rich older man, enduring his snoring and greasy, ugly face.

But on what basis?
Can you find a handsome, rich, youthful, and extremely popular male celebrity?

We're all people who've worked our way up in the entertainment industry, so who's really that much worse than whom?

Why did good fortune fall on her?
Faced with these questions, Sister Zhao insisted that her relationship with Gu Qing was purely that of siblings, and nothing more.

She never refuses a glass of wine offered to her. Having worked in the entertainment industry for many years, she has long since developed the skills to handle drinking parties, and her alcohol tolerance is naturally quite good.

She picked up her small wine glass, tilted her head back, and downed it in one gulp. Her expression remained unchanged, calm and composed. This demeanor made the people who had originally wanted to see her make a fool of herself and deliberately force her to drink grit their teeth, filled with resentment.

But she couldn't resist the relentless pressure from wave after wave of people urging her to drink, as if they had planned it in advance, taking turns to get her drunk.

One person brought her a glass, another offered her a glass, and the glasses were constantly being offered to her, with the words of encouragement becoming increasingly solicitous.

After several rounds, even though Sister Zhao had a decent alcohol tolerance, she gradually became unable to hold her liquor. Her round face turned bright red, and her eyes were tinged with drunkenness. She could only wave her hands repeatedly, trying to refuse.

Even so, some tactless people still wouldn't give up, bringing their wine glasses directly to her lips, as if they wanted to force-feed her the wine and make her drink it down her throat.

"What are you doing? Can't you see my Liying can't drink anymore? Are you deliberately coming here to cause trouble, or are you just looking for a fight?!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out in the noisy private room, filled with intense anger.

Jiang Xinliu's eyebrows furrowed, and she strode over with a face full of anger. She snatched the wine glass that was brought to Zhao Liying's lips and slammed it heavily on the table.

With a muffled "smack," most of the wine in the glass spilled, leaving a large, dark stain on the pristine white tablecloth, which was particularly glaring.

Her powerful aura instantly made the female celebrity who had been trying to persuade her to drink turn pale.
Unable to utter a single word, he could only lower his head sheepishly, turn away dejectedly, and not dare to offer a single word of explanation.

"Hiccup—Sister Jiang Xin, thank goodness you're here."

Sister Zhao let out a soft hiccup, her chubby face turning as red as a ripe apple. Her body went limp, and she turned to hug Jiang Xin tightly, her cheek pressed against Jiang Xin's warm, smooth shoulder. She was as soft as a puddle of water without bones.

She was secretly relieved; thankfully, she had managed to persuade this "Consort Hua" to come.

Otherwise, I would have been completely drunk and utterly humiliated by these people today.

"Liying, if you don't want to drink, just say so. Why do you have to indulge them?"

Jiang Xin was still furious. She reached out and gently pinched Zhao Liying's soft cheek, her tone full of complaint, feeling that Zhao Liying was too gentle and too easy to talk to.

"Can't you learn from your brother? Just say you don't drink, what can these people do about it?!"

"Sister Jiang Xin, didn't my brother also get surrounded by people toasting him at the beginning?"

Zhao Liying grumbled softly, her voice muffled and tinged with grievance, "Back then, it was all thanks to you that he wasn't forced to drink."

She paused, her voice gradually lowering, "My brother is just too famous, standing at the top of the pyramid, he has the right to be willful. How could we dare to be like him?"

In the entertainment industry, even top-tier celebrities are nothing more than people with names and a small world of their own.

Even two top celebrities who were incredibly popular a few years ago, Kris Wu and Li Yifeng,
Didn't they still get humiliated by Director Feng in public, with him calling them "my two good sons"?
Even Lu Han, who was sitting at the main table next door, could only helplessly accept the toasts offered by others and never truly refused.

Being in this circle, what other options do people have besides swallowing their anger and compromising?
"I'll still be the same even if I'm not famous."

Jiang Xin looked puzzled.

Zhao Liying: "..."

Sister, how many artists in the industry are as outspoken and fearless as you?

"By the way, Sister Jiang Xin, what exactly happened between you and Sister Tao?"

Zhao Liying quickly changed the subject, lowered her voice, and asked with a face full of curiosity, "Why do I feel like you guys have suddenly become so distant lately, you hardly talk to each other anymore..."

Many celebrities are not qualified to attend such dinners, while some celebrities simply do not want to attend.

For example, Liu Tao's group of friends, as well as those talented actresses who have established themselves through their acting skills and have no shortage of resources, simply do not want to participate in such smoky and chaotic drinking parties. If they can't afford to offend them, can't they at least avoid them?
Even Jiang Xin, if she hadn't been unable to resist Zhao Liying's persistent pleading, would have already gone back to the hotel to rest.

"No... nothing's wrong."

Faced with Zhao Liying's question, Jiang Xin, who is usually forthright and generous, suddenly became hesitant, her face full of guilt, self-blame, and a hint of unspeakable grievance.

"What exactly happened? Tell me, and I'll help you analyze it."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Liying immediately pressed for more information, her tone full of concern.

Embarrassed to speak, Jiang Xin hesitated for a moment before finally whispering the story to Zhao Liying.

The matter is actually very simple—

A paparazzi who relies on breaking news to attract attention suddenly released a message claiming that a female celebrity whose surname starts with L had slept with a producer in her early years.

The message neither named names nor provided any substantial evidence; it was just a vague statement.
It didn't cause much of a stir, and netizens were just making random guesses before quickly forgetting about it.

But Jiang Xin happened to come across this message by chance, and being straightforward, she immediately got angry and publicly posted a scathing rebuttal: "You have to be responsible for your words! It's ungentlemanly to maliciously slander others just to get attention... I won't allow anyone to hurt my best friend!"

The tweet immediately caused a huge uproar.

What was initially ignored speculation has now been turned against Liu Tao by her defense, putting him in the spotlight.

This is why her friendship with Liu Tao ended so quickly, and even the other actors in the "Ode to Joy" crew became cold and distant towards her.

after all,

Female celebrities in the entertainment industry are all shrewd and capable; who would believe that she simply has low emotional intelligence?
Who doesn't think she did it on purpose, trying to take this opportunity to smear someone?
Can be biased,
Jiang Xin is a person with low emotional intelligence. After saying these words, she felt wronged, thinking that she was protecting her best friend but ended up in this situation.

"Liying, what exactly did I do wrong?" Her eyes were red, and her voice was muffled, filled with deep confusion and sadness. "I was trying to protect her..."

"Ah...this...I..."

Sister Zhao's round face turned bright red, and she hesitated, struggling internally.

Reason told her that Jiang Xin had indeed handled this matter poorly, and her good intentions had backfired.

Seeing Jiang Xin's sad and upset appearance, her emotions prevailed, and she ultimately comforted her against her will, saying, "Sister Jiang Xin, you didn't do anything wrong... You meant well."

"Really? Liying, you really think so?!"

Jiang Xin was both touched and surprised. She hugged Zhao Liying tightly and rubbed her face against hers. "Sister, I'm so touched! From now on, you'll be my best friend!"

"hiss……"

For some reason, Sister Zhao suddenly felt a chill and a strong sense of unease welled up inside her, as if she had been cursed.

She always felt that
The title of "best friend" seems to carry a somewhat ominous connotation.

The conversation at the second table was lively and the atmosphere was fairly harmonious, but the main table was unusually silent, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

after all,

Feng Kuzi, sitting in the center of the main seat, had a dark face the whole time. His face was so gloomy that it looked like it could drip water. No one dared to go up and provoke him, for fear of getting tainted by his bad luck.

The artists who came to offer toasts instinctively walked around him, and those who spoke lowered their voices. The entire main table seemed to have been muted, eerily quiet.

Feng Kuzi grew angrier the more he drank, his face turning ashen. He kept chugging down glass after glass of liquor, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes became increasingly prominent.

Thinking back to how she had been bowing and scraping to the CEOs behind Gu Qing in the banquet hall, a group of celebrities had witnessed it all.
The humiliation and shame of following behind the children of high-ranking officials in his early years as their underlings and lackeys surged into his mind like a tide, those unbearable memories pressing down on him.

As he downed glass after glass of wine, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he exuded a violent aura.

"Director Feng, it's so boring for you to drink alone. Let me toast you."

With a gentle smile on her face, Li Binbin felt the time was right, so she raised her wine glass and walked over to Feng Kuzi, intending to smooth things over for Gu Qing and ease the atmosphere.

Her gaze swept over the young girl next to Feng Kuzi, and she feigned surprise, praising, "This must be the female lead in your new movie, right? What a beautiful young lady."

"Thank you, Sister Bingbing, you are my idol!"

The unknown entertainer immediately stood up excitedly, respectfully raised his glass with both hands, ready to return the toast, his eyes filled with flattery.

Li Binbin smiled slightly, without putting on any airs, and gently clinked his glass against hers, producing a crisp sound.

But the next second—

"Drinking dry is fucking boring."

Suddenly, Feng Kuzi slammed his hand on the table, baring his buck teeth and drunkenly cursing. His gaze fell on Zhong Chuxin beside him, and he said in an imperious tone, "Chuxin, go, dance a little to liven things up for everyone."

The tone and expression were utterly disrespectful, as if he were instructing an insignificant maid.

He harbored resentment and dissatisfaction towards Gu Qing, but had nowhere to vent it, so he could only take it out on the people around him. This was typical of a coward who, after being wronged outside, would go home and bully his own family.

"Director Feng...I...I'm not really comfortable doing this, am I?"

Zhong Chuxin, who was about to drink, suddenly stopped, a forced smile appearing on her pretty face. She subconsciously tugged at her short skirt. The previously noisy private room instantly fell silent. All the celebrities' eyes turned to her.
Some people frowned, their faces showing reluctance;
Some people lowered their heads, pretending not to hear; others remained indifferent, quietly observing.

"What's inconvenient about it? Did I tell you to take off your clothes and jump?!"

The smell of alcohol emanating from Feng Kuzi was overwhelming, and his tone grew increasingly impatient, "Don't pretend in front of me, I'm just asking you, can you jump or not!"

How could he not know what kind of actress he personally selected?
If you have no ambition and aren't willing to take risks, why bother entering the entertainment industry?

"Hey, you guys too, do you want to see it?"

He looked around, shouting and laughing, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Come and admire the dance moves of the actresses I personally picked. Anyone who wants to work on my film set in the future will have to learn from them!"

The expected cheers and jeers did not materialize; the artists present remained silent, and no one dared to fawn over this scoundrel.

Those present were all artists and actors, not business owners with capital. Most of them empathized with Zhong Chuxin's current situation and felt sorry for her.

But if you ask them to speak out and stand up to refute Feng Xiaogang, they don't have the courage.

Since the parties involved did not refuse, why should they meddle and get themselves into trouble?

after all,

Many aspiring entertainers see dancing for directors at drinking parties as an opportunity to grab attention and secure resources.

Zhong Chuxin gently bit her lower lip, her lowered eyelids revealing ambition, humiliation, and a hint of determination.

Her fingers loosened and tightened repeatedly, her mind in turmoil.

The silence of the crowd only deepened Feng Kuzi's anger. He felt that everything was going wrong today, and he was constantly hitting roadblocks. He was so angry that the irregular white patches on his face turned bright red, like a crumpled, dirty rag.

Sensing the director's anger, Zhong Chuxin took a deep breath and finally stood up.

She wore slender high heels, her long, beautiful legs particularly eye-catching under the lights, and slowly walked step by step towards the open space in the middle of the private room.

Seeing this, Feng Kuzi's expression softened slightly, and he grinned with satisfaction.

But just then—

"That young girl is wearing high heels, what kind of dancing is she doing? Haven't you ever seen a dancer before?!"

Before Zhong Chuxin could reach the center of the open space, Jiang Xin slammed her hand on the table and shouted angrily, her voice sharp and clear, echoing throughout the entire private room, "You like watching people dance? Why don't you ask your mother to dance for you!"

"what?!"

Zhao Liying, who was holding her flushed cheeks in her small hands and closing her beautiful eyes slightly, trying to dispel the effects of the alcohol through mental energy, was instantly shocked. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she broke out in a cold sweat. She sobered up most of the time in an instant.

Sister Jiang Xin, are you really that brave?!
In an instant, the entire private room fell into dead silence.

Li Binbin, holding a wine glass, suddenly turned his head and saw Jiang Xin, that "crazy woman." He painfully rubbed his forehead and sighed inwardly.
Little brother, what kind of friends do you keep?
The younger one is such a worry, and the older one is so impulsive. This mess is just too much to handle... She felt utterly exhausted.

"Sister Xin is awesome! No wonder she's the number one female fighter in the entertainment industry!"

"Haha, that was so satisfying! This is the first time I've ever seen someone dare to criticize Director Feng like that."

"Sister Xin is so powerful and domineering!"

Many celebrities secretly applauded and prepared to watch the show.

Of course, the premise is that Jiang Xin doesn't sit with them, so as not to be caught in the crossfire.

"I made her dance, what the hell is it to you?!"

Feng Kuzi was publicly contradicted. He was initially incredulous, then flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table and standing up. He shouted angrily, his white patches on his face turning bright red, "Who do you think you are, daring to interfere in my business?!"

"I just can't stand your disrespectful and arrogant attitude towards your age!"

Jiang Xin was not afraid at all. She was tall and slender, much taller than Feng Kuzi. She walked angrily to Zhong Chuxin's side, gently took the little girl's hand, and said in a gentler tone, "Don't be afraid, come with me. With me here, he can't bully you!"

She pulled hard on Zhong Chuxin, but the other woman didn't budge.

"Are you...you're insane!"

Zhong Chuxin abruptly shook off her hand, both surprised and frightened. She quickly ran to Feng Kuzi's side, lowered her head, and hurriedly apologized, "Director Feng, please don't listen to her nonsense, I don't know her at all!"

"Oh dear, I meant well but messed things up."

One of the celebrities couldn't help but chuckle, picked up his wine glass, and watched the show with great interest.

"This little girl is ruthless. She turned around and completely cut ties with her savior. From now on, she'll probably have another ruthless character in the industry."

"Savior? That silly girl Jiang Xin clearly ruined someone's chance. If she really leaves with Jiang Xin, how will she ever be able to survive in this industry again?"

"He never considers the consequences of his actions and just loves to meddle in other people's business. Well, this is going to be quite a show."

The celebrities whispered among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Jiang Xin, Zhong Chuxin, and Feng Kuzi, discussing the matter animatedly.

Jiang Xin, who had been betrayed, turned deathly pale in an instant, staring in disbelief at Zhong Chuxin, who ran back to Feng Kuzi's side and apologized in a low voice.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes instantly reddened; she couldn't accept this fact.

He's treating you like a commodity, can't you tell?!

How can a person demean themselves to such an extent?!
She doesn't understand!

Just when Jiang Xin was in a difficult position and at a loss—

"Director Feng, Director Feng, I'm so sorry, my sister has had too much to drink!!"

Sister Zhao braced herself and hurriedly ran over, tightly grabbing Jiang Xin's arm, apologizing repeatedly to Feng Kuzi, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh, so Liying, you're in cahoots with her."

Feng Kuzi was so angry he laughed, glancing at Zhong Chuxin beside him, and said with a forced smile, "You can talk such nonsense when you're drunk, and you even dare to ask my mother to dance?"

"The person who was supposed to dance, you didn't let her dance, so you stepped forward to dance in her place?"

As soon as this word comes out,
The room fell into a suffocating silence, the air seemed to freeze, and even the faintest breathing could be heard clearly.

"Liying, let go of me! I'm going to beat him up!!"

Jiang Xin couldn't bear this humiliation. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull her hand away, but Sister Zhao held her tightly and she couldn't break free at all.

At this tense moment—

"咚咚-"

Two soft clicks came from the tightly closed private room door, breaking the suffocating silence.

“Go in…” Li Binbin said subconsciously, his mind in turmoil.

"pat-"

The door to the private room was gently pushed open, and the waiter politely stepped aside. Gu Qing thanked him and walked in with a smile.

He wanted to greet everyone, but his gaze swept across the room and he immediately saw Zhao Liying and Jiang Xin standing in the middle of the private room, hugging each other tightly, looking obviously out of sorts.

One had her head hanging low, her delicate body trembling; the other had an angry expression, her eyes red-rimmed, and her whole being exuded grievance.

Something just doesn't look right.

"What happened?"

The smile on Gu Qing's face vanished instantly.

Upon seeing Gu Qing enter, Sister Zhao, who was trembling, almost burst into tears. Her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"Little brother, Director Feng said... to have Liying and Sister Jiang Xin dance... to... add to the fun..."

Song Qian, who was closest to the door, watched her junior brother's increasingly gloomy expression and his voice grow softer and softer until it was almost a whisper.

"Little brother, don't... rush..."

In the distance, before Li Binbin could finish speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes, as if a gust of wind had swept by.

The next second—

The short-statured Feng Kuzi was grabbed by the collar by the tall and slender Gu Qing and lifted up, leaving him suspended in mid-air with his toes off the ground, looking like an old duck being choked, utterly pathetic.

"You son of a bitch, why don't you tell your mom to jump for me?!"

With a deafening roar, Feng Kuzi was so terrified that his body dangled in mid-air, weightless, before he could utter a single word—

"Clang—!"

He landed heavily on the round table laden with bowls and chopsticks, like a light sandbag.

A crisp cracking and colliding sound rang out instantly. Food scraps, bowls, chopsticks, and glasses shattered all over the floor, soup splashed everywhere, wine spilled, and shards flew everywhere.

Feng felt a sharp pain in his back, and his vision went black. It felt as if his intervertebral disc had been straightened by that one blow.

The scene unfolded so quickly that no one had time to react.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the images reflected in the eyes of all the artists...
Gu Qing rushed over, lifted Feng Kuzi high, and then slammed him down, finally letting out a weak, feeble "Ouch—"

Everyone's jaws nearly dropped, their mouths gaped open in an "O" shape, their eyes wide as saucers, and only one thought flashed through their minds—

Holy crap... the Chinese entertainment industry is about to explode!

The private room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone froze, as if they had been frozen in place.

The wine glass was suspended in mid-air, and the chopsticks fell to the ground, but the person was completely unaware.

The wine glass in Li Binbin's hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into several pieces, splashing wine onto her skirt, but she did not react at all.

It's over...it's all over...

When was the last time a top-tier celebrity assaulted someone?
Not to mention, this time... it was the director who got beaten up!

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...(End of this chapter)