Chapter 136: A Chance Encounter with a Superstar

Yang Changfeng eagerly encouraged Princess Ye: "Crush that little punk, he's nothing but scum."

Princess Ye laughed in spite of herself. "And you said you weren't competing with him for Maswei? Did you really need to get this worked up?"

"What are you talking about? What kind of piece of work is that punk anyway? Is he even worthy of being my rival?" Yang Changfeng said with utter disdain. "That punk went across the Pacific last year, you know that, right?"

"I know. Word is he even met with several bigwigs and was awarded some kind of medal. Ever since he came back, he's been hanging out with those pseudo-intellectual elites all day long. What, do you have evidence of him being bought off?" Princess Ye's eyes lit up. She disdained stooping to fight with a mere celebrity, but if she had a chance to crush someone to death with a single move, she never let it pass.

People in the entertainment industry all said Princess Ye was ruthless and cold-blooded. But look at it from another perspective—if people didn't provoke her for no reason, would she ever need to strike back? Just play your role as a paid actor; why go out of your way to pick fights with her? If you court your own death, who else is there to blame?

Yang Changfeng sneered. "Over there, a few women from back home practically worshipped this punk. Word has it they even went to his place in the US, scraping together money from goodness knows where to treat him to dinner. Going was one thing, and putting on airs could be overlooked—dealing with the media is part of the job, after all. But to go chase after foreign women during the dinner and still make the fans foot the bill? That's just crossing the line. You know what else? To maintain his public image, after returning to China, this punk even sent threatening letters to those fans. His manager threatened that if they dared breathe a word of it to the media, he'd wipe out their entire families."

"Such a thing actually happened?" Princess Ye was furious, her voice chilling. "If you have the contact info for those women, pass it to me later. A person like this doesn't deserve to be a star. Let him go down in utter ruin—what a piece of trash!"

Speaking of this individual, Yang Changfeng was filled with supreme contempt. Last year, a seemingly honest actor's family fell apart, and this punk had urged his fan circle not to express sympathy, posting something along the lines of, "Since he's so ugly, don't blame another man for stepping in to serve his wife in his place." That single remark infuriated quite a few people. If his talent agency hadn't relied on him to rake in cash, and if they hadn't shelled out tens of millions in public relations fees precisely because of that one comment—finally finding a scapegoat within the management team to take the fall—could that brat have remained scot-free until now? Still booking commercials? In your dreams. Drop him straight from the A-list down to the eighteenth tier where he belongs.

Look at someone like Lao Hu. Now *that* was a true actor, a genuine star.

Speaking of Lao Hu, Yang Changfeng had crossed paths with him before. The man was truly decent. Now that he had matured with age, his words and actions possessed far less youthful impulsiveness and far more steadfast stability. He handled interpersonal relationships with absolute finesse—not out of hypocrisy, but out of genuine cultivation and character.

Yang Changfeng scoffed, "To deal with a scumbag like that, do you even need evidence? As long as the media's public relations are kept in check, there are plenty of people lining up to sort him out. Haven't you ever heard of this kid's nickname, 'Fifty-Kill'?"

Princess Ye's gaze turned icy as she gave a slight nod. "Very well, I'll have someone give a heads-up to the relevant authorities. If the Beijing circle insists on shielding him, then let the Beijing circle suffer a bit. I haven't made a move in several years; it's high time certain people remembered who actually calls the shots in this industry."

"Lady Ye is so imposing!" Yang Changfeng praised, before adding, "Still, no rush. I'm willing to bet this punk is going to come looking for trouble with me. Heh, as pretty as Maswei is, I don't necessarily hold her in high regard. Beautiful as she may be, unfortunately she lives in a cesspool. I have a psychological germaphobia; I can't accept someone like that."

Princess Ye pursed her lips and smiled faintly.

That was underestimating Maswei by a wide margin. While it couldn't be said that she remained completely unstained emerging from the mud, and though she certainly wasn't above the industry's fickle habit of currying favor with the powerful and stepping on the weak, she simply chose not to partake in it. In terms of keeping herself clean and maintaining her integrity, Maswei had always performed exceptionally well. If she hadn't stubbornly refused to be tainted, she would have become the top leading actress ages ago. Could that other actress—the one whose child was already in kindergarten—really have managed to suppress her otherwise?

"Very well then, I'll just sit back and watch how you counterattack." Princess Ye glanced at the Raptor pickup truck, suddenly acting like a young girl as she skipped slightly and said, "I've already thought it over. I have a car that can be modified too. Come over later and take a look at it for me—this truck has been modified quite nicely. I originally hadn't planned to ask Little Xingzi for it, but now that it's yours, I'd feel even more embarrassed to ask."

*Little... Little Xingzi?*

Yang Changfeng burst into gales of laughter. He never expected Sun Zhaoxing to have such a—well, such an adorable nickname?

He immediately dialed Sun Zhaoxing's number, chuckling mischievously, "Little Xingzi, where are you at?"

Sun Zhaoxing panicked. "Damn it, are you asking for a beating? Did Lady Ye tell you that? Where is she?"

Yang Changfeng cackled, "No, she didn't tell me. She just let it slip and I overheard. Oh, Little Xingzi, my dear Little Xingzi, I never imagined you'd have such a down-and-out moment!"

On the other end of the line, Chen Aijia listened to Yang Changfeng's loud laughter and couldn't help rolling her eyes in helpless exasperation. Dealing with someone like Sun Zhaoxing while being this lawless and defiant—what would you do if you actually drove him to extremes?

Sun Zhaoxing was hopping mad, cursing, "You just wait, I'll make sure to grind you into dust later! Damn it, and Lady Ye too—why on earth did she have to go telling this guy about that?!"

Princess Ye calmly chimed in from the side, "I didn't mean to say it on purpose, it just slipped out."

A retaliation—this was a 100% deliberate retaliation! Just because he refused to go shopping with her, did she really have to go this far?

Sun Zhaoxing wailed in bitter frustration, "Lady Ye, you truly are—truly are my own dear sister. Why on earth would you tell this guy about that? This man has always been completely lawless; how am I ever supposed to show my face in public again after this? Please, I'm begging you, stop letting things slip, alright? Sis, isn't it just those two limited-edition garments? I'll pay for them, okay?"

"I have an event the day after tomorrow, and I'm planning to attend." Princess Ye mentioned another matter as if completely casually.

Sun Zhaoxing understood in a fraction of a second. He sprang to his feet, ready to sprint: two days—no, one day, and he would guarantee those two outfits were delivered straight to Princess Ye's estate.

This woman's desire for revenge was simply too strong! How could anyone be like this?!

The matter had already been successfully handled, and the interior renovation was left entirely to Wang Lingling's family. Just as Sun Zhaoxing felt he was finally about to enjoy some leisure, an even more important task loomed before him.

Both Chen Aijia and An Ya were brimming with curiosity. Could that legendary Princess Ye really wield such terrifying influence that even someone like Sun Zhaoxing had to scramble to run errands for her?

Hanging up the phone, Yang Changfeng was still chuckling. He knew full well that Princess Ye had essentially used him as a tool this time around, but it didn't matter—he gladly welcomed more of this kind of utilization.

Knowing she couldn't pull the wool over his eyes, Princess Ye shot him a sidelong glance and said with a coquettish tone, "Fine, as long as you know. Just remember not to address Sun Zhaoxing like that in front of others; he cares about his pride, too."

Just as they were speaking, two people bundled up tightly from head to toe came jogging over. Catching sight of Princess Ye near the entrance of the underground parking garage, the two froze, came to a synchronized halt, pulled down their sunglasses and face masks, and bowed respectfully. With bright, delighted expressions, they greeted her: "Princess, you're home today."

Yang Changfeng felt his vision swim slightly. Weren't these two... isn't that so-and-so, that particular paparazzi darling, and isn't that female star known as the "makeup-free goddess"? How on earth did these two end up tangled together? Coming and going as a pair—was this secret romance, or were they already dating?