Everyone Says I Ride on the Movie King's Fame, Only the Movie King Knows I'm His Creditor - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The livestream comments exploded.
[??? Has Shen Yan lost his mind?]
[He called her Miss Jiang and said he owed her seven years?]
[Wait, isn’t Jiang Tang some washed-up D-lister? What right does she have to make the Movie King pay a debt?]
Looking at the screen full of question marks, all I wanted was to stuff my shawl into Shen Yan’s mouth.
Tonight was the premiere of the film Dark Tide.
I played the third female lead.
Shen Yan was the male lead.
The moment the production team told me I had to walk the red carpet, I knew I was going to get dragged online.
After all, three months ago, a leaked photo of Shen Yan and me on set together had trended.
In the photo, I was sitting in a lounge chair while Shen Yan crouched in front of me, head lowered as he put a bandage on my hand.
The marketing accounts wrote:
D-list actress Jiang Tang fakes injury to latch onto the Movie King.
His fans cursed me out for three whole days.
Later, the production side issued a clarification saying I really had been cut by a prop.
No one read it.
All they remembered was that I was “scheming,” “clout-chasing,” and “leeching off Shen Yan.”
And now, in front of the entire internet, Shen Yan had said he owed me seven years.
The host’s professional smile nearly cracked.
“Mr. Shen, what do you mean by that?”
Shen Yan took the microphone.
“Exactly what it sounds like.”
He looked into the camera.
“Seven years ago, I owed Jiang Tang thirty-eight thousand six hundred yuan.”
The comments froze for a split second, then exploded even harder.
[Thirty-eight thousand? The Movie King borrows money and doesn’t pay it back?]
[What kind of new PR strategy is this?]
[Jiang Tang is seriously impressive. She managed to ride his hype all the way to becoming his creditor.]
I lowered my voice. “Shen Yan, shut up.”
He heard me.
Not only did he not shut up, he even turned his head and asked me, “Can I pay you back now?”
My smile was painfully stiff.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“The interest hasn’t been calculated clearly.”
Shen Yan froze for a moment.
Then he laughed.
The cameras caught it perfectly.
So that night, the number one trending topic became:
#ShenYanOwesJiangTangThirtyEightThousand#
Number two:
#ShenYanJiangTangInterestNotCalculatedClearly#
Number three:
#WhoExactlyIsJiangTang#
When my agent, Sister Chen, called me, her voice cracked.
“Jiang Tang! What exactly is your relationship with Shen Yan?”
I stood in the hotel’s emergency stairwell, watching insults and private messages keep popping up on my phone.
“Creditor-debtor relationship.”
Sister Chen broke down.
“Do you think I don’t know the law?”
I was just about to speak when the door to the stairwell was pushed open.
Shen Yan walked in.
He was holding a bank card.
“Jiang Tang.”
“Thirty-eight thousand in principal, seven years of interest, compensation for emotional distress, lost wages.”
He paused.
“And me.”
Me: “…”
Sister Chen screamed on the other end of the call.
“What do you mean, and him?”
