Chapter 22: This Man Is Adept at Feigning Devotion

When Tang Yuan left, she was filled with a bellyful of rage. If Shen Zhou could resort to such underhanded tactics for Song Qianqian, then she could certainly strike back for the sake of her own artist.

At that critical moment, her phone rang. It was a call from Chen Sen.

"Tessa, the senior executives at Fenghua Entertainment called me. They want you to apologize to Song Qianqian. I’m afraid this is Shen Zhou’s doing."

A husband asking his wife to apologize to his mistress—it was truly unheard of. Having known Tang Yuan for years, Chen Sen couldn't help but grumble, "President Shen is really..."

Tang Yuan smiled. She finally saw Shen Zhou for who he was. This man was a master of feigning deep affection; aside from that "white moonlight" of his, he was the most perfect pretender, completely watertight in his deception.

"Director Chen, I will handle this matter. Thank you for notifying me."

Chen Sen sighed and hung up the phone.

As Tang Yuan drove, still contemplating how to bring misfortune upon Song Qianqian, her car was suddenly rear-ended. The one who had hit her was none other than Song Qianqian.

Song Qianqian sat in a supercar, wearing sunglasses over her nose. When she saw that she had hit a two-million-yuan Porsche, she curled her lip in disdain.

Her manager hurriedly whispered, "My ancestor, just stay in the car and don't get out. You're trending now, and the media is watching. Let me handle it."

Song Qianqian rolled her eyes. "Fine. Make them pay for the damages. This car was a gift from Brother Zhou."

The manager felt a cold sweat. They were the ones who had rear-ended someone else; they were entirely at fault. How could they possibly demand money from the victim?

Tang Yuan stepped out of the car. Seeing the familiar manager, her brows furrowed. Through the car window, Song Qianqian caught sight of her face, removed her sunglasses, and rolled down the window.

"It’s you, Tessa."

She had learned the woman’s name from others. While she took out a compact mirror to touch up her makeup, she said triumphantly, "Oh, by the way, how is your artist? I heard he was going to join Director Zhang's film crew. I wonder if he’ll even be able to go film these next few days. I told you before: don't provoke me. I still remember that slap you gave me. If you’re willing to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, and learn to bark like a dog for an hour, I might let your artist go. Otherwise, he won't be so lucky next time."

Tang Yuan smiled and took out her phone to start drafting a message.

The manager, seeing this, hurried over. "Miss Tessa, let’s discuss this reasonably. If you offend President Shen, your future situation will be quite difficult, won't it?"

Tang Yuan ignored him. She snapped a photo of Song Qianqian and sent it to a paparazzo she knew. She had already come up with the headline: "Popular starlet rear-ends vehicle and insults the victim."

She was no pushover, especially since she was already seething with anger over Fu Yansheng’s injuries. If Song Qianqian wanted to cause a scene, then let’s see who would end up suffering the consequences.

The moment the photo was sent, the paparazzo acted efficiently, immediately posting the picture to his Weibo account, which boasted ten million followers, along with the exact location of the accident.

As soon as she saw the post go live, Tang Yuan hailed a taxi and left.

Song Qianqian scoffed, assuming the "bitch" was scared. She put her sunglasses back on, feeling impatient. "Alright, since she’s gone, let’s go too."

No sooner had she spoken than their car was surrounded by many others, with onlookers snapping photos. The manager’s face turned pale. He frantically opened Weibo, only to find that in just a few minutes, the post already had thousands of comments.

"Oh my god, little ancestor, we're in big trouble now."

Song Qianqian’s car was trapped in the middle, unable to move forward or backward. She was so furious her cheeks flushed red, and tears began to stream down her face.

When Tang Yuan returned home, she kept an eye on the developments. She saw that Song Qianqian was eventually escorted away by police clearing a path, and it was rumored she would be publicly criticized for disrupting traffic.

She found it amusing and genuinely chuckled. When she looked up, she met the probing gaze of Shen Ruan.

Why was Shen Ruan at Shuiyue Bay today?

Shen Ruan loved keeping up with celebrity gossip and couldn't help but ask, "Tang Yuan, did you see the trending topic on Weibo? Do you know Song Qianqian?"

Tang Yuan’s smile faded slightly. "I don't. Do you?"

A flicker of guilt crossed Shen Ruan's eyes. Of course she knew her; she was her brother’s little mistress kept on the side. When he went on business trips, he would even bring her along. Shen Ruan had even accepted a car as a bribe to keep quiet.

"No, how could I possibly know a star like that?"

A hint of sarcasm crossed Tang Yuan's eyes. How foolish she had been in the past. The whole world knew Shen Zhou was cheating, yet everyone had been covering for him.

Shen Ruan leaned back, affecting the posture of a wealthy young lady. "That facial mask you made for me last time worked really well. Make some more for me."

She spoke as if it were a matter of course; after all, it was only natural for Tang Yuan to serve the Shen family.

Tang Yuan lowered her head to change her shoes. Shen Ruan had sensitive skin and had seen many dermatologists, eventually becoming allergic to most skincare products. Because Tang Yuan loved Shen Zhou, she had naturally held every member of the Shen family close to her heart. She had studied skincare routines and hand-crafted masks for Shen Ruan. They were very effective, and Shen Ruan would only ever come to her when she ran out.

Only at these times would Shen Ruan’s tone be slightly better; otherwise, her days were filled with biting, mean-spirited remarks.

Tang Yuan’s heart wasn't made of stone; it could feel pain. But in the past, as long as Shen Zhou showed even the slightest bit of kindness, she would let the scars make her forget the hurt.

Now that she saw clearly, she realized her status in the Shen family was no different from that of a servant.

She walked toward the stairs. "I’ve forgotten how to make it."

Shen Ruan, who had been sitting arrogantly, stood up immediately. "What do you mean? You researched that formula yourself—how could you forget? Are you just refusing to make it?"

Tang Yuan pretended not to hear and continued upstairs.

Shen Ruan was furious. She swiped a cup off the coffee table, sending it crashing to the floor. *Ah!* She was absolutely livid. If it weren't for the fact that Tang Yuan could whip up those masks, she would have incited her brother to divorce this bitch right now!

Anyway, her brother didn't even like her!