To hook up with Ji Dongyuan, Song Zhitang had spent a lot of effort.
But right now, before she could get any benefits, Ji Dongyuan's company had fallen. This was a great blow to Song Zhitang.
She didn't know how she got home, and she was like a walking corpse.
However, she did not expect that there was something more serious waiting for her.
As soon as Song Zhitang entered the house, she saw her entertainment agent clearing up the house with a group of people.
Her things were all cleared out and thrown on the floor of the living room. The entertainment agent was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Song Zhitang enter the door, the entertainment agent said with a cold face, "This house is rented by the company for you. From now on, the company will take back this house and file a lawsuit against you. Of course, you can also compensate enough for breach of contract to remove the lawsuit against you."
"I didn't do anything. Why did you do this to me?" Song Zhitang asked unwillingly.
"When the company signed the contract with you, it had already clearly stated that when the company's reputation was damaged because of your discredit, the company would propose a termination contract and have the right to demand a huge compensation for the breach of contract."
Of course, Song Zhitang knew how shameless the company's contract was, but she clearly remembered that when Jiang Xian canceled the contract, the company did not do anything, let alone ask her to compensate!
"How did I ruin my reputation? The online news is just groundless and has not been confirmed. What you are doing is throwing stones at me when I am down! At least I have made a lot of money for the company. You can't be so heartless!"
"You are arguing a conscience with the capital? Naive," The entertainment agent sneered.
Song Zhitang was chased out of the high-end apartment that night. She had no choice but to contact several former friends in her circle, including Xu Enfei.
However, no one accepted her. They either said that they were filming elsewhere or simply refused to answer the phone.
Song Zhitang searched through the entire address book and finally found Brother Gou.
This Brother Gou very warmly accepted her and even personally drove to pick her up. Song Zhitang was very grateful.
But what she did not expect was that Brother Gou had sexually harassed her that night.
After that, Brother Gou hugged her and coaxed her, "Baby, don't worry. I'm on your side. This isn't a hopeless situation. We still have a chance to turn things around. Just do as I say."
Jiang Xian woke up in Qiao Wangxi's arms. This man had been holding her for the whole night without letting go.
Originally, she thought that she would not be used to it, but she did not expect everything was very natural.
For example, at this moment, after the two of them looked at each other, Jiang Xian greeted Qiao Wangxi with a smile, "Good morning, hubby."
"Good morning." His eyes were gentle.
"Should we get up?" Jiang Xian asked curiously. After all, it was getting late.
In fact, Qiao Wangxi had woken up a long time ago, but he had been accompanying her because he didn't want to disrupt this sort of feeling.
"Yes, it's time to get up."
Jiang Xian stretched herself in his arms. This kind of movement would inevitably cause physical contact.
Qiao Wangxi's eyes darkened and he tried to avoid his desires.
Jiang Xian, as the initiator, didn't notice it at all and even moved around randomly.
"Little Xian, are you testing my self-control?" Qiao Wangxi had no choice but to press his hands on her waist and remind her with a slightly hoarse voice.
Originally, Jiang Xian did not quite understand his words, but when she felt something strange, her cheeks turned red, and she quickly got up and slipped away.
She thought to herself, "Men in the morning are indeed not to be provoked."
The breakfast was bought by Xi Nian, though he thought it should be considered lunch.
Because Qiao Wangxi still had work to do, Jiang Xian played with her mobile phone alone in the living room and sent a message to Luo Xing, who was in a fashion show in a foreign country, "A married life is really too beautiful!"
"So, is your man sexually attractive?" Luo Xing rolled her eyes when she saw this kind of overt display of affection.
Jiang Xian was speechless.
"How's his technique? Is he capable? What about his figure? Are you sexually satisfied?" Luo Xing asked directly.
"Sorry to disturb you," Jiang Xian said.
When it came to Luo Xing's straight personality, let alone a man, even a woman like Jiang Xian would not be able to withstand it.
Just as Jiang Xian was about to log out of WeChat, a bullet window of a news app popped out with a very eye-catching line of words on it.
[A famous actress loves to play around. Male stars and male models can't escape from the clutches of this devil. Her super-rich second-generation public image collapsed. Take a look at the details next Monday.]
The first two sentences were nothing serious, and the indication was not strong, but the words "super-rich second-generation" were very directional.
Jiang Xian opened the pop-up window and took a look. The news was from an entertainment studio.
There were a lot of studios in the circle that made money by gossiping about the private lives of celebrities.
And this studio was famous for having no bottom line.
Not long ago, this studio was fought back by the fans of a top male star. Although it was left unsettled in the end, this studio was already notorious in the circle.
This time, when this studio was gossiping Jiang Xian, the news didn't directly announce any details but kept the audience in suspense.
This kind of marketing method was also common in the industry. With Jiang Xian's current popularity, the studio's Weibo account had already attracted much public attention.
Even Ms. Gu Mengyu, who was traveling around the world, called to comfort her. "Xianxian, you actually have a scandal!"
"No..." Jiang Xian wanted to explain, but before she could finish speaking, the thread of the conversation was snatched away by Gu Mengyu.
"What's his name? Does he look good? Let me tell you, if you want to find a husband, you must find a good-looking one. If he is ugly, he is easy to cheat!"
Jiang Xian was speechless.
She wanted to be alone.
"I can't wait until next Monday. I can't wait to see his real face. Tell Mom directly, who is it? It can't be that male lead, right?" Gu Mengyu asked doubtfully.
She was talking about the top male star!
"No!" Jiang Xian denied.
Gu Mengyu also breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that he is not. That male lead looks like a gay. You must not be seduced."
In this aspect, Jiang Xian really admired her mother's sharp eyes.
When Gu Mengyu heard that her youngest sister wanted to marry her ex-sister-in-law, she firmly opposed it and said that this man could not be relied on.
As a result, it was as she expected.
However, when she insisted on marrying Jiang Zhiyi, her family originally did not think well of this marriage, but in the end, she was so happy that everyone envied her.
Therefore, Ms. Gu Mengyu had a special say in this matter.
"Mom, Mom, aren't you on a trip? Don't gossip. Also, remember to go home early. My dad is about to become a stone from wanting to see his wife."
Without waiting for Gu Mengyu to ask, Jiang Xian hung up the phone first.
When she entered Weibo, this platform was full of a vicious aura.
Anti-fans and the others were all partying, and they even had a lucky draw. The time of the prize was set for next Monday, which was called Monday Prize by fans groups.
Those that had money gave money while those that had strength provided strength. Even the fans of the top male star were involved.
However, the quality of the prizes was uneven, and the most valuable was the new mobile phone of a common brand.
The popularity of "News Next Monday" also reached its c****x with the help of anti-fans. Jiang Xian thought that since that would be a day of celebration, she should also participate.
So she logged into Weibo's account and sent a lottery post on Weibo.
Jiang Xian's Weibo said, "Since it's so lively, I can't miss this opportunity to increase my fans. I'll make a lucky draw too. I'll randomly draw a fan who will be asked to forward the post of 'News Next Monday' and mention me."
Anti-fans frantically dissed her.
[I'm dying of laughter. You are a rich second generation, and you only draw one prize?]
[Does Hypocrite Jiang have a brain or not? Can't she see that the 'News Next Monday' is pointed at her?]
[She doesn't have a brain but a face!]
[Hypocrite Jiang's confusing behaviors re-appear in Jianghu.]
[I'm so disgusted at this one lucky draw. She's not as generous as fans! b***h Jiang, don't come out and make a fool of yourself!]
Jiang Xian ignored the ridicule from anti-fans and sent a second post on Weibo.
Jiang Xian's Weibo said, "Sorry, I missed the prize just now. The prize this time is a Robinson R44 (RAVEN II), a four-seat piston helicopter. PS, not a model, it is a real helicopter."
Anti-fans became speechless.
The netizens exclaimed, "OMG! I'm so screwed! "