Chapter 272: 272: Miscarriage? Impossible, Turning Point or Crisis (One More Update

Zhou Xufang finished his call with Fang Lixiang, and Jiang Zhi had also finished talking with Luo Yinghe.

“Will Luo Yinghe come out to testify against Luo Changde?” Zhou Xufang asked Jiang Zhi.

He led her to Zhou Qingrang’s hospital room, “Did you hear everything?”

“Mm.”

Normally, without the interference of rain, wind, or human voices, she could hear any conversation within two hundred meters when she focused.

If she zoned out, she would block it automatically. However, sometimes at home, she would also use noise-canceling headphones.

“She will,” Jiang Zhi commented offhand. “She’s too naive and too stupid.”

Not as cunning and clever as Luo Qinghe, Luo Yinghe was much easier to control.

Zhou Xufang hummed in agreement, not saying much. She knew what Jiang Zhi intended to do and agreed entirely; the Luo Family, that den of beasts, indeed needed to be dealt with.

On the day Luo Changde murdered the Xiao Family member, not only she but also Luo Yinghe were outside.

After Luo Yinghe had sent her upstairs, she followed on a whim, intending to see her get a harsh lesson from the Xiao Family, only to witness Luo Changde murdering his wife.

A distinguished guest had arrived at Huayu Media.

As Huayu’s top agent, Sun Yaoguang personally welcomed him, “Second Young Master Xue, how come you have the time to visit?”

Xue Baoyi was mostly sober, but the drunken courage and recklessness still clung on. Regardless of how many staff members were present, he confronted directly, “Bring Xia Hansong to me.”

Sun Yaoguang’s face lit up, “Are you here to talk about the CP hype? Have you agreed?”

Second Young Master Xue hadn’t dealt with Xia Hansong before, except for the matter of hyping up a CP with Fang Lixiang, and Sun Yaoguang couldn’t think of anything else.

Upon hearing this, Xue Baoyi exploded like he was set on fire, “CP my ass!” He acted like a local rascal, ready to pick a fight at any slight, “He’s an eighteenth-tier celebrity; how dare he hype a CP with Fang Lixiang, who gave him the right!”

Sun Yaoguang: “…”

Calling him eighteenth-tier was an overkill. Xia Hansong’s Weibo fans numbered over thirty million; he was definitely a popular idol. Why was President Xue so against him?

It seemed talking about the CP hype was off the table, so Sun Yaoguang asked, “Then what did you come here for?”

Xue Baoyi had the look of someone who just wanted to punch people and nothing else, “Just call him out to me.”

This guy must be drunk!

Better to avoid creating a scene from drunk rants, Sun Yaoguang improvised a white lie, “Here’s the thing, Second Young Master Xue, Hansong isn’t in the company. He’s out of town filming a show and won’t be back for a few days.”

The white lie was barely out when reality slapped him in the face–

“Brother Sun,” Xia Hansong came out from the adjacent studio, “Has the sample from Tianxing been delivered yet?”

Sun Yaoguang, his face metaphorically swollen: “…”

In life, there are times when you have nowhere to put your face, and in such times, you need to depend on your wits.

Sun Huatou, nicknamed for his slickness within the circle, smacked his head as if just realizing, “Oh, I remembered wrong; it’s Xiao Zimo who went out of town.”

Seeing this, Xiao Zimo who was about to leave the studio quietly went back inside.

Sun Huatou continued his far-fetched explanations, chuckling, “These young, handsome idols, they all look similar; I can’t tell who’s who.” Having wrapped up his lies, he smilingly beckoned to Xia Hansong like a mother, “Hansong, come here; Second Young Master Xue wants a word.”

Xia Hansong came over, confused, “President Xue, what do you need from me?”

Xue Baoyi’s gaze was like he wanted to rip him apart, “Did you lie to her?”

Xia Hansong: “Huh?”

He was dumbfounded.

Xue Baoyi spoke in a confrontational, sarcastic tone, “If it wasn’t for your sweet talk fooling her, why would she mess around with you, an eighteenth-tier, during her rising career?”

Xia Hansong: “…”

What the hell?!

Sun Yaoguang couldn’t listen anymore. He had nurtured this artist, and he was protective, “Second Young Master, saying eighteenth-tier is a bit too much–”

Xue Baoyi treated Sun Yaoguang like he was air, “What do you plan to do now?”

Xia Hansong was thoroughly confused, “What do you mean?”

He loosened his tie, “Damn it.”

Cursing, he didn’t say another word and swung his fist straight at Xia Hansong’s face.

Xia Hansong was caught off guard, stumbled backward, and fell. Still not satisfied, he pulled off his tie, wound it around his fist.

Xiao Zhuang saw this and immediately went to intervene, “Mr.!” Not daring to grab anyone, he just stood in front, pleading, “Mr., let’s not resort to fighting when so many are watching. Let’s talk this over, please.”

Huayu’s employees were all present, staring dumbfounded. Although Second Young Master Xue was somewhat of a thug, he rarely resorted to violence. What had gotten into him today?

“Right, right, right.” Sun Yaoguang was also sweating from his forehead in anxiety, “Let’s talk this out. Whatever Han Song did wrong, Mr. Second, just say it, and I will definitely teach him a lesson.”

Don’t hit him, Han Song still needs his face to make a living!

Xue Baoyi wasn’t listening to anyone, radiating a bandit’s fierce aura, “Everyone get lost!” He had had a bit to drink and was feeling it, “Today, if I don’t kill him, my last name isn’t Xue! It’s Sun! The ‘Sun’ in grandson!”

Sun Yaoguang: “…”

Did our family with the last name Sun offend anyone?

Han Song normally had a good temper, but he couldn’t take it anymore and sat on the ground, yelling in a fit of angry shame, “Go on! Kill me then you can go to jail!”

Xue Baoyi smirked, looking nothing like a gentleman but a complete street thug, “Don’t worry. Even if I kill you, I won’t end up in jail.”

As he said this, he lifted his foot to kick.

“Xue Baoyi!”

He abruptly stopped his foot.

His savior had arrived. Just as Xiao Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a chill on his back as Xue Baoyi’s icy gaze shot towards him: “Did you call her over?”

No, he had just been complaining to Lin Shang.

Xiao Zhuang automatically stepped back.

Xue Baoyi’s act of hitting someone was interrupted, and he looked annoyed, “What are you doing here?”

Fang Lixiang went over to help Han Song up and then shielded him behind her, glaring at Xue Baoyi, “Came to see you lose your mind.”

“Me, lose my mind?” Xue Baoyi was so angry his head was practically smoking, glaring at the hand she used to help Han Song, half wanting to chop it off! He grinded his teeth, “Who am I doing this for, for a dog?”

He was calling her a dog.

Fang Lixiang defiantly retorted, “You’re the dog, you and your son both!”

Xue Baoyi: “…”

Where did he get a dog son from?

He wouldn’t argue with a pregnant woman. His gaze moved past Fang Lixiang’s head, “Come out, don’t hide behind a woman.”

Han Song was also tough. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he told Fang Lixiang to step aside.

Left with no choice, Fang Lixiang went over and grabbed Xue Baoyi, “Come with me.”

“I won’t!” Xue Baoyi yanked his hand away, refusing to be pulled. Like a terminally ill adolescent, he fiercely said, “The more you care, the more I want to beat him!”

Fang Lixiang’s expression turned cold, “Stop being unreasonable.”

“Me, being unreasonable?” He flexed his wrists and licked his teeth, “Fine, I’ll show you unreasonable.”

Then he charged over, grabbing Han Song by the collar and raising his fist to hit him. Fang Lixiang caught his arm from behind.

She was still protecting this pretty boy!

Xue Baoyi’s eyes were red with anger, “Let go.”

“No.”

He forcibly shook her off.

Fang Lixiang had rushed over wearing slippers, and when she staggered backward, her left foot stepped on the right slipper, losing her balance, and her lower back hit the table.

Xiao Zhuang shouted, “Lixiang!”

Xue Baoyi was momentarily stunned, immediately letting go of Han Song. All the anger in his eyes had evaporated, replaced by remorse. He squatted down in front of her, “Where did you hit?”

The pain brought tears to Fang Lixiang’s eyes, and she cursed him with reddened eyes, “Xue Baoyi, you bastard!”

“I’m a bastard, I’m a bastard.” Whatever she called him was fine, even hitting him, as he carefully tried to help her up, “Don’t talk; let me take you to the hospital first.”

Fang Lixiang swatted his hand away, “Get lost, don’t let your damn paws touch me.” She stood up herself and just as she straightened, she doubled over again.

Xue Baoyi was frantic, “What’s wrong?”

She clutched her belly, her face turning pale, “It hurts.”

His outstretched hand trembled, “Where does it hurt?”

She curled up on the floor, “My stomach.”

Xue Baoyi was stunned.

Xiao Zhuang urged from the side, “Hurry to the hospital!”

He immediately scooped her up.

“Xue Baoyi.”

Sweat formed on his forehead, his steps unsteady, “Don’t talk.”

Her eyes were red, filled with grievance, and she was on the verge of tears, “If I lose my child, I’ll never forgive you again.”