Smack, Smack

Smack!

Smack, smack!

"Damn it, why are there so many mosquitoes?!"

"Fat Tiger, why are we waiting here?"

At the foot of Muren Mountain, a battered van sat quietly by the roadside.

Two people were hiding in the woods nearby.

One fat, one thin, they were getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.

"A Hen, I think you've been losing your mind ever since your breakup."

Fat Tiger kept his eyes on the road and spoke impatiently.

"What the hell did you just say?!"

Zhang Hen's eyes went wide, and his handsome, pale face flushed red.

"Fine, fine, I won't bring it up."

Fat Tiger waved a hand, then went on:

"Have you noticed? Ever since Feng Bingbing's concert, Brother Mu's been acting a little strange."

"What's strange about him?"

"Out of nowhere, he started talking about changing direction and having us become some kind of watchdogs for the entertainment industry."

Zhang Hen thought it over. "Brother Mu's more educated than we are. I'm sure he has his reasons."

"Sure, that makes sense. But Brother Mu only just said he wanted to change direction, and today he went after Zhou Yiyi—and made a huge scene of it. Don't you think that's weird?"

"Wasn't Brother Mu doing it for you? Besides, Zhou Yiyi deserved it, didn't he?"

"Of course he was doing it for me. I know that."

Fat Tiger paused, then continued:

"But don't you think Zhou Yiyi might've offended Brother Mu over something else, too?"

"Like what?"

"For example... a woman."

"A woman?"

Zhang Hen thought for a moment, then asked in surprise:

"Lots of women like Brother Mu. Which one are you talking about?"

"Damn it, there's no getting through to you!"

Fat Tiger was speechless. After a while, he said again:

"A Hen, if Brother Mu ends up with some rich woman and lives off her, what would you do?"

Zhang Hen glared at Fat Tiger. "Don't talk nonsense! How could Brother Mu live off a woman?! No matter how rich she is, if she's too ugly, he wouldn't be able to stomach it!"

"What if she's rich, famous, beautiful, and does whatever Brother Mu says?"

Fat Tiger grinned.

Zhang Hen froze, then sneered. "Idiot. Dream on! Where are you going to find a woman like that?"

As they were talking, a figure appeared up ahead.

To be precise, there were two figures.

The man was carrying the woman on his back, and from a distance they looked like a single person.

"Huh? Is Feng Bingbing hurt?"

Zhang Hen muttered in surprise.

Fat Tiger squinted, excitement showing on his face like a gossip lover watching the drama unfold.

"Hey, can you stop squeezing so tight?"

On the mountain path down the slope, Lin Mu glanced back at Feng Bingbing.

"I'm afraid I'll fall."

As she spoke, her long legs tightened around Lin Mu's waist from behind.

Lin Mu couldn't be bothered to argue with her. He looked up, spotted the van parked ahead, and hurried over to open the door.

"Get in!"

"Oh."

Feng Bingbing reluctantly climbed off Lin Mu. With a nimble hop, she got into the passenger seat.

Lin Mu glanced at her agile legs, then climbed into the driver's seat with a straight face. He started the van and drove away from Muren Mountain.

"A Hen, what do you think about Feng Bingbing becoming our sister-in-law?"

In the woods, Fat Tiger watched the van disappear into the distance and asked Zhang Hen.

"Hmph. There are no good women in show business!"

Zhang Hen sneered.

"Damn it, you idiot!"

"You wanna call me that again?"

"Senior, how come you know Muren Mountain so well? Do you come here often?"

Inside the van, Feng Bingbing had completely forgotten the pain and grievance she'd shown earlier. She asked with a grin.

Lin Mu glanced at her. "Is your knee better?"

Feng Bingbing immediately touched her knee and said in surprise, "It really is! Wow, that's incredible. It stopped hurting after you carried me for a while! A medical miracle!"

Lin Mu rolled his eyes. Did this woman not even bother to hide her lies anymore?

The van left the mountain road and joined the ring expressway leading to the city.

It was pitch-black outside the windows. Only the lights, spaced dozens of meters apart along the road, dimly illuminated the way back.

Lin Mu was silent for a while, then suddenly asked:

"I heard Zhou Yiyi harassed you and even barged into your lounge?"

Feng Bingbing snorted. "That pretty-boy? If the crew hadn't stopped me, I'd have beaten him to death!"

"Don't be so impulsive. You're a girl—you'll be the one who suffers!"

Lin Mu shot her a glance and reminded her, "Haven't you been getting enough flak these past few years?"

Feng Bingbing was too blunt, and she couldn't stand the slightest injustice. Whenever anyone provoked her, she always hit back twice as hard.

That had given people plenty of "dirt" to use against her. In truth, they'd just taken her words out of context, showing only clips of her snapping at people without explaining what had happened.

So a lot of the time, all netizens saw was Feng Yidao snapping at someone again, causing trouble again, without knowing that the other person had usually started it.

"What's there to be afraid of? My conscience is clear!"

Feng Bingbing lifted her chin.

"Not bad. Just a little stupid."

Lin Mu sneered.

"How am I stupid?"

Feng Bingbing protested.

"If I were you, the next time you ran into trash like Zhou Yiyi, I'd slap him, then start crying and say he'd harassed you. Tell him you're calling the police.

"He'd be in the wrong, and he definitely wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it. He'd have no choice but to let it go.

"He wouldn't dare try anything with you again, and you might even be able to squeeze some money out of him."

Lin Mu said calmly.

Feng Bingbing stared at him in astonishment. It was a long moment before she said:

"Senior, you're so devious. I love it!"

Then she even clapped enthusiastically.

"Zhou Wanqing's capable, but she's too straightforward. She needs to be a little meaner. Remind her."

Lin Mu ignored her praise and continued with his advice.

"Oh, then I'll tell Sister Wan Qing you said she was too stupid."

"...I'm done talking to you."

The van soon left the ring expressway and entered the city. Lin Mu drove skillfully to the hotel where Feng Bingbing was staying.

"Get out. Zhou Wanqing and your assistant must be worried sick."

Feng Bingbing asked in surprise, "Senior, how did you know I was staying here?"

Lin Mu froze.

Feng Bingbing saw his expression, covered her mouth with a smile, and opened the door. She hopped out lightly, turned, and waved at him.

"Good night, Senior~~"

Lin Mu's mouth twitched. He reminded Feng Bingbing:

"Don't tell anyone who I am. I want to keep a low profile."

Then he shifted gears and hit the gas, and the van sped away.

"Don't worry, Senior. I wouldn't tell even if you beat me to death!"

Feng Bingbing smiled and waved at the van as it drove away. Only when she could no longer see it did she grin and limp toward the hotel.

She ran into Xiao Zhu, who was sweating profusely. The moment Xiao Zhu saw Feng Bingbing, she rushed over, nearly in tears.

"Sister Bing, where did you go? We searched everywhere for you. Sister Wan Qing's already called the police!"

"Huh?"

Feng Bingbing froze, her eyes darting around.

"I... I went out for a walk in the countryside."

Xiao Zhu was at a loss. "What kind of countryside walk do you take this late at night? Where's your phone?"

Feng Bingbing took out her filthy phone and said pitifully, "It got wet, so it won't work."

She quickly borrowed Xiao Zhu's phone and called Zhou Wanqing to let her know she was safe.

At that moment, Zhou Wanqing was at the police station reporting Feng Bingbing missing. When she got the call, she flew into a rage:

"Feng Bingbing, stay put at the hotel! I'm coming right back. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll beat your ass black and blue!"