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Qiu Feng sat in the Dressing Room with great joy. She had already done her makeup and changed into her performance outfit, but after waiting for a long time, no one entered the Dressing Room. Feeling bored being alone in the empty Dressing Room, she decided to take a look in the Birthday Banquet Hall.
The banquet hall was not large, but it could accommodate around a hundred people without any problem. The woman arguing with Qiu Feng stood at the entrance, directing her subordinates as they busily moved about. From the surrounding brothers, Qiu Feng learned that this woman was called Sister Lian. She stepped up to Sister Lian, bowing and smiling ingratiatingly.
Sister Lian, still dressed in a black outfit, showed a hint of a smile on her serious face when she saw Qiu Feng bowing to her. "I didn't expect you really brought Qiu Ruolan to the boss?" Although she smiled, her tone was mocking, clearly ridiculing Qiu Feng for betraying a friend.
Qiu Feng naturally picked up on the double meaning in Sister Lian's words. Lowering her head, she felt reluctant to remain silent and asked again, "Has Sister Sally arrived? Did she come by herself?"
"You still care about her? Of course not by herself, but it's close enough!" Sister Lian gestured towards the back Lounge, "I guess the boss has already made his intentions clear!" Sister Lian's gaze was strange.
Not daring to look directly at her, Qiu Feng lowered her head and slightly leaned forward as she walked towards Qiu Ruolan's Lounge. From a distance, she saw two rows of strong Men in Black standing at the entrance of the Lounge. The assistants and makeup artists accompanying Qiu Ruolan were being ushered out from the Lounge, with Liu Jiajia standing at the back.
The Men in Black were relatively polite to everyone; two in front and two behind led them to another room.
After a while, a man with a round face and a big belly walked out from Qiu Ruolan's Lounge. He wore oversized sunglasses that obscured his eyes, and his mouth curled up on one side, making it unclear if he was grimacing or smiling.
After thinking for a moment, Qiu Feng dared not approach and ultimately retreated back to her own Dressing Room. She waited and waited but saw no other performers arriving. As time approached for the birthday banquet to start and still no one appeared, Qiu Feng began to feel anxious.
Getting up and walking to the door, just as she was about to open it, there was suddenly a surge of people outside. A gap opened as numerous Men in Black hurried past. What was happening? When no one else passed by, Qiu Feng squeezed out the door and leaned against the wall as she walked towards the banquet hall. She saw a crowd gathered at the entrance, with that big-bellied man standing at the forefront.
The brothers behind him were all cracking their knuckles, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.
This did not seem like a birthday celebration, Qiu Feng thought as she tiptoed to get a better view. A group of people entered from outside, led by two men—one old and one young—squinting closely.
Qiu Feng recognized the younger man as Kedan, who had attended the opening of Chen Shanni's studio. Since Kedan was here, he must have come to celebrate.
Looking at the older man closely, Qiu Feng almost shouted out loud—how could it be Wang Ling! She immediately realized this was the backup that Qiu Ruolan had brought in. It was well-known that although they had been divorced for many years, their contact had never ceased. Recently, there were even rumors that Wang Ling was going to remarry Qiu Ruolan.
Fearing that she might be seen by Wang Ling, Qiu Feng panicked and ran back to her Dressing Room, leaning against the door quietly listening to the sounds outside. Just as she caught her breath, hurried footsteps approached from behind; rhythmic "tap tap" sounds of high heels on the floor confirmed it was definitely Qiu Ruolan.
Suddenly, cheers erupted from the banquet hall, creating a joyful atmosphere.
Gradually, the cheers faded away, eventually turning into a cacophony of men shouting obscenities, the sound of bottles shattering, and chairs clattering to the ground.
Qiu Feng anxiously leaned against the door, her body trembling with fear.
With a loud "bang," the door was forcefully pushed open, and Qiu Feng, who had been leaning against it, stumbled against the wall, feeling a sharp pain from the impact. She knew that anyone who would push the door like that was not someone to be trifled with. Holding her aching arm, she looked up.
A bare-chested man staggered in, a large tiger tattooed on his arm. He leered at Qiu Feng, who was rubbing her arm and dressed in revealing clothing, his eyes filled with lust.
Qiu Feng covered her arm while slowly backing away, searching for something to protect herself with.
The man approached her closer and closer until he cornered her by the Vanity Table, leaning over it as he stared at her in terror.
His eyes fixated on Qiu Feng's chest as he smirked and raised his muscular arm, slowly reaching toward her.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she shouted, "Get away from me! Leave me alone!"
The man's hand landed on her shoulder; with a forceful tug, her clothing was pulled aside, exposing her neck and inner garments. He seemed dissatisfied with Qiu Feng's figure and sighed dramatically, yet his hands showed no sign of stopping.
Qiu Feng flailed her arms, her sharp movements leaving red marks on the man's body.
"Hey! You filthy woman! How dare you scratch me? Do you want to die?" His lustful gaze turned vicious as he slapped Qiu Feng hard.
She fell to the ground from the force of the blow; her head buzzed painfully, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
The man grabbed her by the neck and yanked her up from the floor, pinning her against the Vanity Table. His hands quickly slid over Qiu Feng's body, heading straight for under her skirt as he roughly began tearing at her underwear.
"What are you doing?!" A sharp female voice rang out from behind—it's Sister Lian!
The man's actions paused momentarily when the sound rang out, but he quickly resumed his reckless behavior, muttering, "What I do is none of your business!"
With a "slap" and an "ah," two different sounds echoed as the man fell to the ground like mud. "Someone, lock him up tight!" Sister Lian shouted, and two of her subordinates stepped forward to drag the big man away.
Qiu Feng was already terrified, her face pale as she curled up on the ground, tightly hugging herself and trembling.
Sister Lian glanced at the disheveled Qiu Feng, walked to the corner, picked up the clothes Qiu Feng had worn when she arrived, and tossed them onto her. "Put on your clothes!"
Qiu Feng almost crawled to pick up the clothes, supporting herself against a chair as she stumbled into the changing room.
A few minutes later, Qiu Feng emerged in her new outfit.
Sister Lian looked her over, filled with pity and helplessness. She sighed deeply, "Let's go; I'll take you home!"
"But isn't it the boss's birthday?" Qiu Feng asked, shrinking her neck.
"What birthday? The person has been taken away; what interest does the boss have in celebrating a birthday!" As she spoke, Sister Lian had already pulled Qiu Feng out of the Dressing Room. One hand held onto Qiu Feng while the other carried her bag.
With a bang, she opened the door, threw the items inside, and forcefully shoved Qiu Feng into the car.
"Sister Zhao, since the boss couldn't achieve his goal, our agreement no longer counts. You still need to repay the money you owe!" Sister Lian's voice was sweet as honey, carrying a woman's alluring charm. Her hand rested on the steering wheel as her eyes focused on the road ahead.
Qiu Feng stared at the rearview mirror, watching Sister Lian's smooth forehead and nodded vigorously. Every part of her body—her head, arms, legs—was in pain; she dared not move or even wanted to.
For the rest of the ride, Sister Lian did not say another word. The car stopped downstairs at Qiu Feng's home. Sister Lian thoughtfully got out to open the door for her and reached out to support Qiu Feng. She had noticed that Qiu Feng was limping when she got into the car, but to avoid causing any further trouble, she couldn't let Qiu Feng linger there for even a moment.
Realizing Sister Lian's kindness, Qiu Feng adjusted her bag after getting out of the car and slightly bowed to her, whispering, "I'll think of a way to handle the money issue soon."
"What? Are you planning to borrow from that Autumn Wind?" Sister Lian's words carried a hint of teasing.
Sister Lian's words struck Qiu Feng's heart. She had indeed just thought of this, and she looked up at Sister Lian in shock.
Sister Lian's lightheartedness turned into mockery. "Relying on others is not as good as relying on yourself. Haven't you ever thought about doing something on your own?"
These words hit Qiu Feng hard, and her face flushed instantly. Before she could respond, Sister Lian jumped into her car and quickly drove away.
Suppressing her pain, Qiu Feng walked into the building. She lowered her head, unwilling to let the Administrator see her desolate appearance. She no longer had the strength to fear the stairs and headed straight for the elevator, relieved to find it empty.
Standing at the door, Qiu Feng took several deep breaths. After a few rehearsals, she finally managed to put on a smile. She guessed that Phoebe must have just gone to sleep; waking her would surely be a disaster.
She inserted the key into the lock and turned it gently, trying not to make a sound. Upon entering, the living room was dimly lit. She slowly closed the door behind her, turned on the dim light by the entrance, and casually placed her bag on the shoe cabinet. Xiao Yuan should be home at this hour.
Qiu Feng took off her high heels and changed into slippers, cautiously walking toward the bedroom. When she saw the light spilling from under the bedroom door, she let out a quiet breath; Xiao Yuan was indeed home!
Reaching for the doorknob, just as she was about to open the door, she was startled by a voice from inside.
A woman's sweet and gentle voice came through, "Qiu Feng really isn't coming home today!" The voice sounded very familiar.
"Don't worry; have I ever let you come to my house all these years?" This was Xiao Yuan's voice.
All these years? A flash of lightning struck through Qiu Feng's mind, nearly causing her to fall. She had heard rumors about Xiao Yuan's infidelity before, but when it all unfolded before her eyes, it felt like a knife cutting through her heart. Xiao Yuan had brought another woman home while she was desperately working to pay off debts for him.
Qiu Feng struggled to control her emotions, taking deep breaths just to maintain some semblance of calm.
The woman laughed lightly. "Did you go celebrate a birthday for the gang leader? Is that Qiu Ruolan going too?"
"Why are you asking that?" Xiao Yuan replied, followed by a sound of lips brushing together.
"Don't rush! That must be it! Why was Autumn Wind in such a hurry to find my daddy? Turns out Qiu Ruolan has been taken by the gang! Hahaha..." The woman burst into laughter.
"Daddy? She is Wang Ling's daughter, Wang Jiaru!" Qiu Feng deduced her identity from the woman's voice. Wait, was she the one Autumn Wind was looking for, Wang Ling? A connection formed in Qiu Ruolan's mind.
"Autumn Wind, it's you again... Since you messed this up, it seems the money will have to come from you!"
The woman's gasping breaths came intermittently through the crack of the door, but Qiu Feng didn't hear any of it. Her fists clenched as she stood at the door, her mind filled with anger towards Autumn Wind. She wanted to reclaim what had been lost from Autumn Wind!
She slowly walked to the door, grabbed her bag and keys, and was about to head out. Just as she exited the building, she suddenly realized she had missed the point.
After pondering for a moment, she picked up her phone and dialed Xiao Yuan's number. The phone rang for a long time before Xiao Yuan finally answered, "Hello, honey, are you home? I'm done here and will be back soon."
Xiao Yuan deliberately feigned waking up from a deep sleep. "Oh... Oh, what time is it? I fell asleep. You're coming back? Okay... I'll wait for you!"
After hanging up with Xiao Yuan, Qiu Feng stood quietly at the entrance of the building. A few minutes later, Wang Jiaru hurriedly walked out of the elevator.
Qiu Feng turned her back to her, tears welling up in her eyes. For Phoebe, she decided to hold it in...
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