Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon
Chapter 220: How Are You Here?

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: How Are You Here?

Wang Zihao paused for a moment before speaking again, "But no matter what, she’s still the Xia Family’s daughter. Why put yourself through this?"

A gritted, venomous voice responded from the other end, "The Xia Family’s daughter—there’s only my biological Shiyi!"

The person on the line was Yang Shurong.

She was sitting on the sofa in the Xia Mansion, her face filled with hatred. "That little tramp Xia Xiyan, she’s nothing more than the illegitimate spawn of a mistress! How dare she think she qualifies to be a daughter of our Xia Family? Ha! As if!"

Just thinking about Xia Xiyan made her teeth itch with loathing.

Were it not for that little wretch, her Shiyi wouldn’t have ended up in this situation!

If she had known things would turn out this way, five years ago, she wouldn’t have shown any mercy by merely kicking Xia Xiyan and her mother out of the Xia Mansion. She should’ve found a car and run them over instead!

"You’re still the same as ever..." Wang Zihao shook his head.

Wang Zihao and Yang Shurong had known each other for decades.

Back when they were in the countryside, before they came to L City to make a living, Wang Zihao had even had a lingering crush on Yang Shurong for a time.

A few years ago, when the idol group "Endless Summer," which Summer was part of, was wildly popular and raking in cash for the company,

it was because of Yang Shurong’s pleading that he had agreed to blacklist Summer without hesitation.

"The blacklisting of Xia Xiyan five years ago, and today’s matters as well—I’ve kept them all in mind. I’ll make sure to properly thank you someday."

"That’s your promise. Don’t go back on it."

*——*——*

Xiyan stomped out of the company, seething with anger, and called Mu Zeyu, cursing furiously for a full ten minutes.

Mu Zeyu patiently waited for her to finish before sighing with equal frustration.

Xiyan bit her lower lip. "Zeyu-ge, what should I do now? What about tomorrow’s audition for that production..."

He sighed and said, "Given the current situation, there’s no way you can go to that audition. The most important thing right now is for us to get that contract termination settled first. Otherwise, if we’re hit with that one-hundred-million penalty fee, even selling kidneys won’t cover it!"

Mu Zeyu’s company was still in its infancy, a small operation with limited resources.

That supporting role in the production was undeniably a fantastic opportunity.

But now, because of Xiyan’s contract troubles, it had fallen through, and they would have to find another artist to take the part instead.

Xiyan’s shoulders slumped, her small head drooping.

Her mood was utterly deflated.

It was like planning an exciting trip, anticipating it for what felt like forever, only for it to suddenly rain on the day itself, canceling everything.

The disappointment was overwhelming.

"We can’t rush this. I’ll go consult a legal advisor and get back to you later. Be good and don’t overthink it. Wait for my update, okay?"

Xiyan gave a half-hearted "Mm," hanging up the phone.

She stood dazed in the middle of the bustling street, unsure of what to do next.

If only... if only Ou Jue were here right now.

With this thought, she inexplicably pulled out her phone and dialed that number.

"Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable..."

The cold, robotic voice came from the other end of the call.

Emmm... Where on earth is Ou Jue??

Xiyan slowly crouched down, hugging her knees pitifully.

She looked like a sad little puppy, silently bearing her grievances.

Just then, a car rolled to a stop beside her.

A familiar voice called out, "What are you doing here?"