Chapter 0787: Farce

In this world, perhaps only the dead can keep secrets.

But sometimes, secrets only need an insignificant trigger to erupt.

Just like now, when Lin Hai saw Liu Shaomei approaching Zhao Fusheng, his entire spirit took a turn for the worse.

"Old Lin, what's wrong?"

Standing beside Lin Hai was the props department head of the crew; the two had a good personal relationship. Seeing Lin Hai somewhat dazed, even unable to hold his wine glass steady, he asked curiously.

"Ah? Nothing, nothing." Lin Hai was startled, then shook his head: "I'm fine."

Though he said this, he involuntarily walked toward where Zhao Fusheng and Liu Shaomei were. The only thought in his mind was that he must not let these two continue talking.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng had no idea that his casual action had made someone so terrified they were about to go crazy. He had simply随口 encouraged Liu Shaomei.

After all, although they were about the same age, and Liu Shaomei was even a year or two older than him, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, she was still a young person.

The gap in mental age was there, coupled with the disparity in status and position, Zhao Fusheng had the right to look down on anyone.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao." Liu Shaomei nodded seriously, then her gaze flickered. She glanced at Zhao Fusheng, seeming to want to say something but hesitating.

Zhao Fusheng found it strange and looked at her puzzled: "What is it? Do you have something?"

He could naturally tell that Liu Shaomei seemed to have something to say to him.

Sure enough, upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Liu Shaomei was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "Um, Teacher Zhao, I'll definitely perform well in the next film..."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was instantly dumbfounded, completely unable to understand what the girl was talking about.

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Seeming to have drunk quite a bit, Liu Shaomei mustered her courage, took a deep breath, and said to Zhao Fusheng. As she spoke, she even gave him a flirtatious glance.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt his brain cells were insufficient, staring at Liu Shaomei with wide eyes, utterly bewildered.

He couldn't help but be confused—what the hell was going on?

Just then, Lin Hai came over, approached Liu Shaomei, and pulled her arm, saying, "Xiaomei, you've had too much to drink..."

"No, I haven't. Haven't you always said I'm too timid?" Liu Shaomei, with a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, pushed Lin Hai away, then pointed at Zhao Fusheng and said, "Doesn't he just want me to sleep with him? I'll agree to it..."

"Holy shit!"

Zhao Fusheng felt terrible; he suddenly realized that everyone's gaze was fixed on him.

This kind of thing was naturally a spectacle that people enjoyed, and with Zhao Fusheng's special status as the producer of this film, even director Gao Qun looked at him with a strange expression—he knew Zhao Fusheng had a girlfriend.

As for what Liu Shaomei had said, they didn't find it particularly strange; such things were nothing new in the entertainment industry.

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng now had nothing to say except curse his luck, because this matter had nothing to do with him at all, damn it—who knew what Liu Shaomei was talking about.

But he also knew he couldn't let her keep talking; if she continued, who knew what rumors would spread, and his reputation would be completely ruined.

Looking at Liu Shaomei, Zhao Fusheng said seriously, "Um, Xiaomei, is there some misunderstanding?"

He had to clarify this issue, otherwise it would be like mud falling into his crotch—impossible to wash clean.

The key problem was that Zhao Fusheng really didn't remember ever having any interaction with this person.

After all, the gap in status between them was too great.

Gao Qun also noticed Zhao Fusheng's expression was off and smiled as he said, "Yeah, Xiao Liu, is there some misunderstanding?"

He was the director, Zhao Fusheng the producer, and based on his understanding of Zhao Fusheng, he shouldn't be that kind of person. After all, although Liu Shaomei was good-looking, she was still far behind Fan Baobao. Even if home flowers weren't as fragrant as wild ones, Zhao Fusheng shouldn't be that desperate.

"You're no good either—you said you'd give me a role, but you lied again! You just want to sleep with me..."

Surprisingly, as soon as Gao Qun finished speaking, Liu Shaomei pointed at him and cursed.

Huh?

This time it was Gao Qun's turn to be dumbfounded.

What's going on? When did it involve him?

Lin Hai quickly pulled Liu Shaomei back: "Xiao Liu, you've had too much to drink, don't talk nonsense..."

As he spoke, he kept making exaggerated facial expressions at her.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, his gaze shifting between the two. Intuition told him this matter might not be as simple as it seemed.

For one thing, Liu Shaomei wouldn't have suddenly exploded for no reason; something must have caused all this.

Exchanging a glance with Gao Qun, Zhao Fusheng said in a low voice, "There's something going on here."

Gao Qun nodded. He was an old hand in the industry. Although under-the-table deals happened often in film crews, and even he had slipped a few connections into the crew, the problem now was that the dirty water was being splashed on both him and Zhao Fusheng. The two of them had inexplicably become brothers-in-law in this mess—who could accept that?

"Old Lin, don't stop her. Let's get to the bottom of this today!" Gao Qun took a deep breath and raised his voice.

No matter what, he couldn't let himself and Zhao Fusheng suffer this unjust accusation.

"Oh, Director, she's obviously drunk. It's nothing, I'll take her back now." Lin Hai's eyes flickered as he quickly tried to smooth things over: "Xiao Liu is young and doesn't know how to watch her mouth. Don't bother with her."

As he spoke, he pulled Liu Shaomei close and whispered a few quick, urgent words in her ear.

For some reason, Liu Shaomei, who had been baring her teeth and acting fierce, suddenly turned pale after hearing Lin Hai's words. Her spirit seemed to collapse, and she didn't say another word, letting Lin Hai drag her out of the banquet hall.

Zhao Fusheng watched their retreating figures, raised an eyebrow, and a smile crept onto his lips. Things were getting more and more interesting.

Just as Lin Hai was pulling the dejected and crestfallen Liu Shaomei toward the exit of the banquet hall, a voice sounded behind them.

"Wait..."