Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me
Chapter 135 : Saving The Damsels In Distress (1)

Chapter 135: Chapter 135 : Saving The Damsels In Distress (1)

Shen Jingwei knew how the Song sisters looked like, because Feng Jietang shared the pictures with him some time ago.

*This is bad," Shen Jingwei murmured as he swiped through the pictures and videos. He did not expect some of the fans to successfully find the Song sisters.

Judging from the angle it was taken from, it was apparent that someone had been stalking the siblings out in the open.

In one of the longer videos, Song Xiaoling, a woman in her twenties, looked terrified of her surroundings. She kept looking around in a fit of panic, as if expecting someone to jump out from behind a bush and attack her and her little sister.

Song Yaya, the five-year-old girl, was too young to understand what was happening. She even smiled into the camera innocently several times, showcasing a dimple on her right cheek. When she smiled, she looked very similar to Yan Renzhong.

"Has CNC Studio posted anything in Yan Renzhong’s defense?" Shen Jingwei asked Zhu Dongyi.

Yan Renzhong was their highest-grossing actor. Surely CNC Studio would support him with all they had.

"Not yet, they might be busy putting together a plan to fight back the allegation."

Shen Jingwei bit into his lower lip. There had been no news about Song Zhuguan either.

"This is not good," Shen Jingwei muttered. "I think the Song sisters are in danger. Old Zhu, do we have anything urgent lined up for today?"

Zhu Dongyi fetched the schedule he prepared for Shen Jingwei and went through the activities of the day.

"Nothing urgent. Only some handpicked classes to enhance your acting skill. Why?"

"Postpone everything," Shen Jingwei shot to his feet in a flash. "Get the Song sisters’ address from Manager Wen. Let’s find them before Song Zhuguan did."

"Of course, of course," Zhu Dongyi mindlessly began to text Wen Guilin, only to snap back in surprise, "Wait, what????"

Shen Jingwei did not wait until Zhu Dongyi overcame his shock.

Barely five minutes later, they were driving in Zhu Dongyi’s car, heading for Song Xiaoling and Song Yaya’s residence.

The Song sisters lived in a small, inconspicuous house in a relatively quiet neighborhood at the outskirts of the city.

Song Xiaoling did not like mingling with the neighbors. Every day, she and Yaya left the house early in the morning and returned close to dinner time.

Since they were rarely home, the neighbors knew nothing about the two siblings, save for the fact that they moved in about three years ago.

Usually, no one wandered close to their house, let alone paid them a visit.

But today, the little house was surrounded by a crowd of spectators.

A certain man was pounding at the door like a mad man and screaming at the top of his lungs, "Xiaoling, open up! This is your father. Please open the door!"

There was neither movement nor noise from inside the house, thus Song Zhuguan began to put up another show to garner everyone’s attention.

"Oh, woe is me!" He wailed. "I am old and penniless. My unfilial daughter took her inheritance and ran away from home, leaving me with nothing! I had to beg for money all the way here from my village! Ladies and gentlemen, I am so unlucky to have such a daughter. I don’t want to live anymore, wuwuwuwu!!!"

Song Zhuguan’s litany of lamentations touched the hearts of the neighbors. Most of them were elderly people whose children had not visited them for years. They could comprehend the pain of a parent who was discarded by their children.

"Aiyah, young woman, aren’t you too heartless?" They cried out, directing their words at the young woman inside the house, who was too scared to breathe out loud.

"Open the door now, let your poor, old father inside!"

"Look at him, even his shoes are tattered and ripped! He must have walked all the way here from the village."

"Poor man. Can someone call the police officers? Let them talk to the daughter and settle this family issue."

"No! Please don’t call the police!" Song Zhuguan howled in fake distress. "I don’t want them to take my daughter away. What will happen to me if they put my daughter behind bars???"

Faced with the dilemma, the neighbors looked at each other.

"Now that is rather difficult..."

"If the young woman refuses to open the door, what can we do?"

"No need for police!" A burly man, known in the neighborhood as Big Pan* growled like a menace. The crowd immediately parted to make way for him.

"I will break through the door! See if the daughter still dares to avoid responsibilities then!"

Spurned by each other’s words, the neighbors began cheering Big Pan on.

"Go on! Break through the door!"

"We are your witnesses, you are doing this for the poor old man!"

Encouraged by the neighbors, Big Pan launched himself at the door with a roar.

The burly man was very powerful. A single slam was enough to send a wave of tremor through the entire house.

A second slam would surely destroy the door.

Inside the house, Song Xiaoling hugged her little sister tightly. Yaya was sobbing against her elder sister’s chest.

"Mama, I am so afraid," she wailed. "Why is it so noisy outside? Who are the mean uncles and aunties?"

"Yaya, don’t be afraid," Song Xiaoling tightened her arms around the little girl. "Your Papa will surely come to save us!"

The one who came turned out to be a completely different person; a stranger, to be exact.

"Halt," the sharp and commanding voice was heard when Big Pan was about to break through the door.

All heads turned toward a car that just arrived. Out came an unbelievably handsome young man, who could pass as the young master of an extremely rich family, and his very much unconventional driver, who was bathed in cold sweat.

The young man shot the round of neighbors a reproachful look.

"What is going on here? Why are you breaking into someone else’s house?"

Upon locking eyes with Shen Jingwei, Song Zhuguan’s face lit up.

"It’s him!" He cried out. "It’s the man who deceived my daughter and made her leave me behind!"

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Author’s note :

*Not pan as in frying pan but Pan as in a Chinese surname ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧