Everyone Says I Ride on the Movie King's Fame, Only the Movie King Knows I'm His Creditor - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Shen Yan’s time ran out quickly.
That very night, Shengxing took down the statement from his studio.
Their reason was that the content had not been reviewed by the company and had caused a negative impact.
After that, a gossip account posted a so-called “insider leak.”
The leak claimed that the money from seven years ago hadn’t been a loan at all, but an investment Jiang Tang had made to get close to Shen Yan.
It also said that back then in Hengdian, I had gone around telling everyone Shen Yan would become famous, placing my bet on him in advance.
The comment section went wild with laughter.
[If this D-lister has such a good eye for investments, why doesn’t she invest in herself?]
[Thirty-eight thousand to buy a Movie King’s lifelong guilt. Impressive.]
[Jiang Tang is more capitalist than capital itself.]
Sister Chen was so angry she slapped her phone facedown on the table.
“Has Shengxing lost its mind? They’re dragging Shen Yan down with you.”
I said, “They haven’t lost their mind.”
“They’re scared.”
Sister Chen looked at me.
“Scared of what?”
I took out an old USB drive.
“Scared I still have something on them.”
Seven years ago, on the day Qin Yue gave me that check, he hadn’t only said, “Shen Yan can’t come see you right now.”
He had also said, “Miss Jiang, I’ve seen plenty of people like you. You lend someone a little money and think you can trade it for a favor. It’s ugly.”
I had turned on my phone’s recorder at the time.
Not because I wanted to threaten anyone.
It was just that during those years in Hengdian, I’d seen too many people suffer in silence.
I was afraid I would become one of them too.
Sister Chen looked at the USB drive, her eyes lighting up.
“Post it?”
I shook my head.
“If we post it now, netizens will only say I’ve been plotting this all along.”
“Then what do we do?”
“Wait.”
Wait for Shen Yan to choose for himself.
That night, Shen Yan came to see me.
He wore a cap and a mask, standing downstairs from my apartment building, looking just like that penniless boy from seven years ago who couldn’t afford to stay in the hospital.
When I came down, he was holding a bag of medicine.
“Your stomach isn’t good.”
I took it from him.
“You even know that now?”
“I heard it on set.”
“From who?”
“Your assistant.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Bribing the people around me?”
Shen Yan said seriously, “I didn’t bribe her. I bought her two cups of milk tea.”
I couldn’t help laughing.
When he saw me laugh, his eyes curved slightly too.
Under the glow of the streetlamp, the scene looked a lot like seven years ago.
Back then, after he recovered, he often waited for me outside the set when I got off work.
He would buy me a bowl of hot wontons.
As I ate, I would scold him. “Shen Yan, when are you going to pay back the money you owe me?”
He said, “When I become famous.”
I said, “And if you never do?”
He looked at me.
“Then I’ll spend my whole life paying you back.”
At the time, I thought he was joking.
Who knew that later, he really would become famous.
And he really would disappear.
Shen Yan asked in a low voice, “What are you thinking about?”
I snapped back to myself.
“Thinking about whether the law supports you owing me for the rest of your life.”
He looked at me.
“Emotionally, it does.”
My heart gave a soft little jump.
The hallway light suddenly flicked on.
I looked up and saw a young girl in a mask standing not far away.
She was holding up her phone, her hand shaking.
“Jiang Tang, you really have no shame.”
Her voice trembled.
“What right do you have to make Brother Shen Yan come see you?”
Shen Yan’s expression instantly turned cold.
He stepped forward.
I stopped him.
Suddenly, the girl pulled a bottle out of her bag and hurled its contents at me.
Shen Yan yanked me into his arms.
The liquid splashed across the back of his hand.
He let out a muffled groan.
A sharp, pungent smell filled the air.
It was cleaning solution.
