The moment Ying Xun got back from outside, he went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Just as he pressed down on the soap dispenser and put his hands under the faucet’s sensor, a streak of bright red on his right palm suddenly caught his attention.
Ying Xun quickly rinsed the blood off his hands and dried them.
He carefully checked where the blood had come from.
But he found there was no wound on his hand, and no pain that would come from any wound.
If it wasn’t his, then it belonged to someone else.
And from the time he’d gone out to the time he’d come back, he’d only touched one person.
Right after that, the doctor’s words from last night flashed through his mind.
Realizing whose blood was on his hand, Ying Xun’s face instantly turned dark.
He bent down again in disgust, took another dollop of soap and smeared it all over his hands.
He washed his hands over and over, carefully and thoroughly, several times, completely getting rid of that unpleasant feeling, before drying his hands and walking, grim-faced, toward the lounge.
Miao Xiuwen was waiting for him in the lounge.
Seeing him open the door and come in, Miao Xiuwen immediately stood up and looked at him, his face full of anger and hesitation. “Brother Xun, did Jiang Yi come find you again? What did he come to you for? Does he want money? How much money would he need to agree to get the marking removal surgery?”
Ying Xun didn’t want to hear that name right now, and answered flatly, “Forty million.”
“Forty million?! Why doesn’t he just go rob a bank?!” Miao Xiuwen’s face flushed red with anger. “Bro, did you actually agree to that? Isn’t there any other way? Why don’t we just sue him directly?”
Ying Xun glanced at him and said nothing.
A few seconds later, Miao Xiuwen took back his own suggestion on his own. “No, wait, Bro, you can’t get tangled up with someone like this, otherwise your reputation, built over all these years, will be completely ruined. You can’t tie your name and career to someone like him.”
And besides, the law didn’t favor alphas either.
Because compared to the other five genders, omegas were at a disadvantage in every kind of situation.
To guarantee omegas’ personal rights and social harmony and stability, a new marriage law had been passed three years ago specifically for this purpose.
Article 1384 of the Civil Code’s marriage law stated that an alpha may not mark an omega at will.
If an alpha did mark an omega, they were required to take responsibility for their partner, and an alpha could not abandon an omega at will, offenders could be sentenced to one to three years in prison at most.
Because of this, an alpha’s mark carried even more legal weight and protection than a marriage certificate.
He’d checked the surveillance footage from that day, it was his brother who had opened the door for Jiang Yi on his own and let him into the room.
There was simply no way to prove that Jiang Yi had set this up, and on top of that, Jiang Yi had been marked by his brother while his brother was out of control.
Aside from agreeing to Jiang Yi’s demand, there was no solution down any other path.
He’d been troubled over this matter for the past two days, and hearing Jiang Yi’s outrageous demand of forty million just now had nearly made him lose his temper, he’d figured the absolute ceiling would be twenty million.
He didn’t expect Jiang Yi would actually dare to ask for forty million.
But thinking it over carefully afterward, if all Jiang Yi wanted was money, that would actually be manageable.
As the saying goes, any problem that can be solved with money isn’t really a problem.
What he was afraid of was that Jiang Yi didn’t want money at all, but was instead forcing his brother to marry him.
According to the law, an omega who had been marked had the right to demand that their alpha marry them.
After going back and forth weighing the priorities of the situation, Miao Xiuwen silently talked himself into swallowing this loss, and even felt fortunate that Jiang Yi only wanted money, not the person.
But this was something he didn’t dare say to his brother.
He was afraid his brother would be furious enough to drop dead.
Ever since this morning, his brother’s state had been off, clearly he’d been so angry he hadn’t slept well all night, and he couldn’t afford to add fuel to the fire.
Thinking of this, Miao Xiuwen glanced cautiously at Ying Xun and probed quietly, “So, Bro, did you agree?”
Before Ying Xun could speak, he started talking himself into it again. “Bro, I think maybe we should just agree, right? I know you don’t want to, I don’t want to either. But things have already gotten to this point, so we’d better resolve this ticking time bomb as soon as possible.”
Who knew whether Jiang Yi might come to his senses and suddenly decide money wasn’t interesting enough, and threaten to marry his brother instead?
Comparing forty million to becoming the wife of a movie king, however you looked at it, the latter clearly had more benefits.
Ying Xun, annoyed by Miao Xiuwen’s nagging, couldn’t help but let his voice turn cold. “This is none of your business.”
“How is it none of my business? If I don’t handle it, then who else will—” Miao Xiuwen’s endless chatter cut off the moment he caught Ying Xun’s warning look.
Miao Xiuwen tactfully retreated toward the door, but before leaving, he still couldn’t help urging once more, “Bro, I really think we’d better just agree to his terms. If you don’t want to give him that much, I can put in my own private savings, don’t be angry, just think it over carefully, okay?”
Even after the door was closed and Miao Xiuwen had left, Ying Xun didn’t respond, lying on the lounge chair with a dark expression, eyes closed, pretending to rest.
The air in the creative park’s lounge was oppressive to the extreme, but outside the creative park, Jiang Yi leisurely took out his phone, its battery nearly dead, and opened Weibo, which he hadn’t logged into in a long time.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, typing quickly.
【——Jiang Yi.
Hello everyone, I’m Jiang Yi.
I originally wanted to die, but as it turns out, I didn’t manage to. Since I can’t die, let me tell you all a little secret.
@Yiming Entertainment Manager—Yun Yanghua, my manager, long time no see.
Oh, no, I think perhaps it would be more fitting to call you a madam instead.
After all, your job is specifically to pimp out your artists to your wealthy clients.
To you, your artists are nothing but tools for making money.
If an artist doesn’t go along with your demands to accompany a certain client, or a certain famous director @Gong Wan, take this well-known Director Gong, for example.
The consequence is getting shelved, saddled with trumped-up charges, and countless breach-of-contract penalties of every kind. Isn’t that your usual method?
Don’t worry, the evidence will surface sooner or later, just wait.
There’s still plenty of time anyway, so let’s see who can outlast whom. I’ll wait you out.
Alright, friends, that’s the little secret for now. See you again if fate allows.】
Jiang Yi was a bottom-tier celebrity with few fans, and the exposé from a while back had already caused more than half his fanbase to abandon him, leaving him with just over seventy thousand followers.
It took more than twenty minutes after the Weibo post went up before it exploded onto the trending search.
#Jiang Yi Exposé#
#Jiang Yi Manager Yun Yanghua#
#Jiang Yi Yiming Entertainment#
#Jiang Yi Gong Wan#
Although it was late catching on, it caught on hard, with several hashtags directly taking over Weibo’s homepage.
Netizens, drawn in by such a huge exposé, got excited like moles digging through a melon patch [1]excited like moles digging through a melon patch (gua tian li de cha, 瓜田裏的猹) Slang, Chinese internet slang for people who eagerly dig into gossip/scandal jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_3373231_1_1').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_3373231_1_1', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });, jumping back and forth beneath the exploding hashtags and the Weibo pages of the three people involved.
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