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Chapter 151 Secretary Zhang's Perverse Pleasures

The hustle and bustle of the Weibo Night gradually subsided, but for Song Qian, this night was nothing short of a long and cold nightmare.

In the backstage dressing room, Song Qian held her phone, her face ashen.

Looking at the glaring trending topics on Weibo, such as #SongQianOffKey# and #SongQianNervousOnStageMakesMistakes#, she felt as if all the blood in her body was freezing.

She knew exactly what these trending topics meant in this world of fame and fortune.

Normally, the company's public relations department would have already stepped in to remove the trending topic, reduce the buzz, and even use reverse marketing to whitewash the situation with a "real singing performance with full vocals".

But tonight, Haofeng's PR department seemed to have died out, ignoring all the negative comments about her and letting the whole internet mock her!

What does this mean? It means that this is tacitly approved by higher-ups! It's a signal that they've given up on her!

"It's over... I'm completely finished..."

With trembling hands, Song Qian dialed the numbers of several artist directors and senior colleagues she could talk to at the company.

"Hey? Sister Wang, it's me, Xiao Song. About tonight..."

"Beep...beep...beep..." The phone was abruptly disconnected.

When I called a few other celebrities I usually called "sisters," the results were even more disheartening.

They either hang up immediately or give a perfunctory reply like, "I'm very busy right now, I can't help with this," and then abruptly end the communication.

Avoid them like the plague!

Everyone at Haofeng Film and Television seemed to be avoiding her as if she were a plague!

Song Qian slumped desperately into the makeup chair, her back soaked with cold sweat.

Her management contract was for a full fifteen years! And there was a staggering 100 million yuan penalty for breach of contract!

If the boss really dislikes her because of what happened tonight, then her life will be ruined! In this gilded cage where even breathing depends on the boss's whim, she has no chance of turning her life around!

"How could I be so stupid! Why did I ever give Secretary Zhang the cold shoulder?"

It was only at this moment that Song Qian truly realized what kind of power the head maid who always followed behind the boss held!

We must beg for mercy! We must salvage this relationship!

Song Qian stood up from the chair as if she had grasped a lifeline, stumbled out of the dressing room, and searched for that figure like a headless fly in the VIP passage backstage.

There's always a way out.

Just as Song Qian reached the corner at the end of the passage, she saw Zhang Xinyu walk out of Liu Yifei's private lounge.

Clearly, the chief secretary had just gone in to convey the boss's order for him to serve him in bed that night.

"Secretary Zhang! Sister Zhang!"

Song Qian felt like she had grabbed a lifeline and rushed over without hesitation.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Xinyu stopped, frowned slightly, and looked coldly at the woman in front of her whose eye makeup was a little smudged.

"Sister Zhang, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Under Zhang Xinyu's condescending gaze, Song Qian's last line of defense crumbled.

Her legs went weak, and with a "thump," she knelt down in front of Zhang Xinyu right in front of several staff members passing by in the passage!

"Sister Zhang, please, I beg you, have mercy on me this time! I was so ignorant and foolish to offend you! Please, please put in a good word for me with the boss, I don't want to be blacklisted!"

Song Qian gripped Zhang Xinyu's skirt tightly with both hands, crying her heart out, looking utterly pathetic.

Looking at Song Qian kneeling at her feet, weeping bitterly, Zhang Xinyu was stunned for a moment, then a look of realization flashed in her eyes.

To be honest, with her daily work handling billions of dollars in transactions alongside Li Feng and dealing with the rivalry among top actresses, Zhang Xinyu had long forgotten about this arrogant girl group member.

The boss was frowning in the audience tonight, simply because he found the party boring and too noisy.

Unexpectedly, this series of coincidences terrified this foolish woman so much that she thought she had whispered something in her boss's ear!

However, since the other party had offered her this opportunity to "borrow the tiger's power," Zhang Xinyu naturally wouldn't let it pass.

With great interest, she lowered her head and, using the light in the corridor, took a serious look at this face that had once been all the rage in South Korea.

"When she's not smiling, she could be considered pretty, if not delicate."

"But now, with his face contorted from crying and his mouth agape, he looks absolutely hideous. Compared to Yang Mi and Liu Yifei, he can't even compare to me."

"With that kind of background, where did she get the audacity to think the boss would value her?"

A wicked smirk curled at the corner of Zhang Xinyu's mouth.

Anyway, the boss went to Liu Yifei's villa tonight, so she just needs to get there before 5 a.m. tomorrow morning and wait for him. There's still plenty of time, so she can have a good time to tease this foolish woman.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get up! If someone sees this, they'll think I'm bullying you."

Zhang Xinyu spoke softly, but stood still, showing no intention of reaching out to help.

"I won't get up until Sister Zhang forgives me!" Song Qian cried even harder.

"Alright." Zhang Xinyu looked at her with a half-smile, offering an ambiguous answer:

"Begging for forgiveness with words alone is useless when you make a mistake."

"Since you're so sincere, I'll show you the way."

Song Qian suddenly raised her head, her eyes gleaming with hope: "Tell me! I'll do anything to appease the boss!"

"Go ask Yang Mi."

Zhang Xinyu lowered her voice, her tone playful, "Go ask our incredibly popular Weibo Queen how she managed to get the boss's forgiveness when she angered him."

"Just tell her... it's me, Zhang Xinyu, who asked you to go find her."

After saying that, Zhang Xinyu gently broke free from Song Qian's hand and turned to leave.

As the crisp sound of high heels faded into the distance, Song Qian knelt on the spot, repeatedly kowtowing in gratitude.

Zhang Xinyu, who was walking back to the car, was in an extremely happy mood at that moment.

The sense of power to manipulate popular celebrities is simply captivating!

She not only made fun of this clueless newcomer, but also used Song Qian's words to give Yang Mi a warning from afar!

Let that high and mighty Weibo Queen always remember that in front of her, her chief secretary, she will forever bear that indelible mark!

……

After half an hour.

Inside a VIP van in the underground parking garage of the Olympic Sports Center.

Yang Mi had just finished removing her makeup and was about to have the driver take her back to her apartment to rest when someone suddenly grabbed the car door from the outside.

"Sister Honey! Sister Honey, please help me!"

Song Qian squeezed in, sweating profusely and panting. Her terrified appearance startled Yang Mi and her assistant in the car.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing in my car so late at night?" Yang Mi frowned, looking somewhat displeased. She wasn't in a good mood tonight because her boss hadn't chosen her.

Song Qian, disregarding all decorum, grabbed Yang Mi's hand and said urgently, "Sister Mi, I think I've angered the boss. Secretary Zhang sent me to see you! She said I should ask you how to get the boss's forgiveness after making a mistake, and that if I follow your advice, the boss will definitely calm down!"

The moment I heard the words, "Secretary Zhang asked you to come see me."

Yang Mi's body stiffened!

How can I get my boss's forgiveness if I make a mistake?

That bitch Zhang Xinyu!! She's using this unlucky guy's mouth to deliberately reopen my wounds!

Yang Mi gritted her teeth, a hint of resentment and humiliation flashing in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed these emotions with her strong mental fortitude.

She took a deep breath and looked coldly at the bewildered Song Qian in front of her.

Explain? Of course, she couldn't explain the terrible price behind it to this newcomer.

But in this abyss called Haofeng, it would be too painful to struggle alone in the quagmire.

By dragging one more person down with him, by providing that tyrant with another branded plaything, the morbid resentment in one's heart seems to find a sliver of solace.

"So it was Secretary Zhang who sent you."

Yang Mi suddenly smiled, a smile that was sweet yet carried a chilling coldness.

She pulled a blank card without any title from her business card holder and quickly wrote down an eleven-digit mobile phone number on it with a pen.

"Since it was Secretary Zhang who pointed out the way, then I'll help you."

Yang Mi stuffed the card into Song Qian's hand and said with a dark look in her eyes, "Make this call. Don't ask anything, just go to her. As long as you can get through this, the boss will naturally see your sincerity."

Song Qian clutched the card tightly in her hand as if it were a priceless treasure, repeatedly expressing her gratitude: "Thank you, Sister Mi! Thank you, Sister Mi!"

Watching Song Qian get out of the car with profuse thanks, Yang Mi leaned back in her seat and coldly ordered the driver, "Drive."

……

Noon the next day.

Having not slept all night, Song Qian nervously dialed the number on the card.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

A mature and languid female voice came from the other end, with a faint buzzing sound in the background.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello... hello." Song Qian swallowed nervously, "Sister Yang Mi asked me to make this call. She said that as long as I contact you, you can help me solve my current troubles..."

Upon hearing the name "Yang Mi," the female tattoo artist on the other end of the phone clearly paused for a moment.

Then, the buzzing stopped.

The female tattoo artist's tone became professional, conveying an unspoken understanding and indifference:

"Oh, I understand."

"Is it someone from that Boss Li's group again?"

"Come to my private studio at 2 PM. I'll send you the address to your phone."

The female tattoo artist's voice was devoid of any emotion, leaving only a piece of advice that sent a strange chill down Song Qian's spine:

"Since Yang Mi introduced you, you should know the rules. Be mentally prepared, and if you're afraid of pain, take a painkiller beforehand."

beep...beep...

The phone hangs up.

Song Qian held her phone, listening to the words "afraid of pain," her eyes filled with confusion.

She had no idea what awaited her, but in order to survive in this cruel empire, she had no way out and could only close her eyes and step into that bottomless abyss.