Marriage of a Sickly Villain and a Fortune Hunter

xample for others.

This move was clearly effective.
No one said a word when they saw this, meekly lowering their heads.

They were fully aware of who was right and who was wrong, but it was impossible to stand up for that poor and unpopular Xia Xingchi.
In all likelihood, he could only endure it alone.

Against expectations, Xia Xingchi smiled and asked: “Such concern, do you also want to buy counterfeits? But you’re too blind to tell counterfeits from the genuine article, so find a garbage bag on the side of the road and put it on.
Hey, the black plastic bags from the cleaning lady outside aren’t bad.
Would you like one?”

After speaking, he unceremoniously picked up another bag of crackers, thinking that he would feed some to the big, fragile cat made of glass later.

Han Ningyu became furious upon hearing his words.

As a pro at stepping on the weak and flattering the strong, he had bullied young artists many times since becoming close with his benefactor.

He had never discovered such a difficult person, who continued to not give him face and had an exaggerated opinion of his own abilities.

“Xia Xingchi, right? Just wait, you remember me!”

Upon saying this, he turned around angrily and left.
The door slammed even louder this time.

Xia Xingchi was baffled, and wondered if there was a salary for bullying people.
It would be meaningless if you couldn’t make a profit.

He opened an orange candy and put it in his mouth: “So anxious to grab the cleaning lady’s garbage bags? No one will fight him for them.”

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The scene was silent for a moment as everyone remained speechless, and then there was a sense of comfort that came from letting go of resentment after getting justice

But they didn’t even have time to give him a thumbs up when someone said in a lukewarm tone: “Do you know why Han Ningyu can throw his weight around? His sponsor has invested the most into this brand, and he has the final say here today.”

Another person quickly said: “Ah? Will that bring disaster to innocent people? We didn’t do anything, but we’ll suffer too? I heard from a friend that Han Ningyu……”

After a dubiously authentic story about vented anger and collateral damage was told, the little artists who were already scared fell silent.

When everyone looked at Xia Xingchi, their expressions also changed.

One person turned to Xia Xingchi and said in a rather tactful tone: “Brother, little guys like us can’t provoke him.
Why don’t you go and apologize?”

“He’s so petty that he’ll definitely try to squeeze you out in a while.”

When the commercial scripts were delivered, everyone was still chattering and gradually becoming unfriendly.
A few of them began to educate people as if they were seniors: 

“You have to know that arrogance requires capital, but do you have power and capital?”

“You’ve only been in the industry for half a year, right? I’ve seen a lot of tough newcomers like this, but in the end they all came to nothing.”

“Go apologize and let Han Ningyu vent his anger.
Not to frighten you, but it’ll be a breeze for him to sort you out.”

Xia Xingchi paid them no heed, and only opened his script to read it over: In this advertisement, besides Han Ningyu playing the “male lead” and the massage chair users, a majority of the others will be playing anthropomorphic massage chairs.

The reason he said “the majority” was because Xia Xingchi was the only “minority.”

What he had to do was bring footwashing water to Han Ningyu and then……give him a foot massage?

Even more outrageous was that Han Ningyu would kick the footwashing water all over his head and body, and then gallantly hold this brand’s electric foot bath machine and wash his feet again with a smile.

Xia Xingchi: ……?

Such blatant revenge, wasn’t it great to have a financial backer?

After everyone finished reading the script, several of them immediately donned expressions of “I knew it,” and “Serves him right.”

One said derisively: “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

This was a live performance of the comical drama where the weak become mentally unbalanced and draw their swords on the weaker.

Xia Xingchi tilted his head and looked at the script with the orange candy in his mouth: “No. Laozi will stop shooting.”

Although he had lived in miserable poverty all his life, it only made him look smooth, but did not smooth out his sharp edges and hard temper at all.

Like a prickly little hedgehog, he had suffered a lot because of this, but would always stubbornly do it again the next time.

The “huge” advertising fee of 20,000 yuan really made the little money-grubber a little distressed, but Xia Xingchi thought again —

Now I am a person with a monthly income of one million.
Who doesn’t have a financial backer?

Thinking this way, he immediately straightened up and touched the sky-high priced pigeon egg diamond hanging close to his chest.

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The confidence of “I can’t die from starvation” instantly went through the roof!

Seeing him appear so unyielding, the project manager sneered with disdain: “What is it, ah? Do you want to threaten not to shoot as blackmail? Who is begging you to shoot?”

Low-tier artists had no human rights or dignity, and people from all walks of life trampled on them all day long.

Someone deliberately favored one side and said: “Xia Xingchi, in this matter, you were the first to be impolite.
Don’t hold up everyone’s progress, okay?”

“Quickly apologize to Brother Han.
He is a senior, after all.”

Xia Xingchi listened and sincerely expressed his doubts: “The older you get, the more popular you are in this circle?”

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Han Ningyu returned to his VIP room dedicated to “putting on airs,” and stomped about angrily.

“What advantages does he have besides being good-looking?!”

“Who gave him the right to be so arrogant?”

“How dare he say that I can’t tell real clothes from counterfeits? And his phone is broken like that, so how could he afford hundreds of thousands of dollars for an outfit? They fucking have to be counterfeits!”

Being a lackey for too long would distort a person’s mind. 

While kneeling and sucking up to the boss, he would showcase his split personality by being domineering in front of the low-tier artists to save face.

The assistant had long been accustomed to Han Ningyu’s behavior, so he quickly spoke up to comfort him.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and Han Ningyu saw that it was his benefactor who took the initiative to call.

He was flattered, so he quickly dropped the ugly look he was wearing just now and answered his phone with an obedient and pandering smile, thinking that he would take this opportunity to file a complaint.

His change of attitude was as quick as turning the page of a book.

If this was not fast enough, then immediately after, the assistant watched helplessly as he changed from “smiling” to “terrified” and then to “ashen” after listening to the call.

In the end, it directly became “mourning for deceased parents.”

Those who were unaware might think that Han Ningyu had received news of his benefactor’s death.

It took Han Ningyu a long time to recover his voice, and then he said tremblingly: “So, so Xia Xingchi is……?!”

 

 

T/N: I’ll have the next chapter up quickly since this one is so short!

[1] The husband-watching stone is a rock formation on Beishan Mountain that resembles a woman with a child on her back, watching for the moment her husband comes home.
There is a whole legend based on it. ⮐