[First of all, I never expected things to turn out this way.]
[Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard I'll get rich! In this farce, I never expected Jiang Deliang to be the most shameful one!]
[ Shen Anbai, you can rest in peace now. Jiang Deliang is the one who's the most shameful.]
[What Jiang Deliang? His name is Jiang Viagra.]
[puff--]
[It feels like a new meme has emerged this year. What are you so proud of? What is there to be proud of?]
[Agreed, a profound question]
[Oops, I accidentally laughed again.]
[I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight, hahaha. This juicy story is so full of twists and turns, every single one of them is something I never expected. I'm starting to think about joining the entertainment industry; the gossip there must be even more exciting, hahaha.]
[ Jiang Viagra: I could have grown old with dignity]
So, who exactly did he sexually harass?
Most people who are subjected to unspoken rules are unwilling, so it's best not to ask.
When Jiang Viagra himself—or rather, Jiang Deliang himself—saw Jiang Nan's Weibo, his blood rushed to his head, and he was almost furious.
"He's asking for it, how dare he?"
Jiang Deliang's chest heaved violently as he slammed his phone to the ground.
The young performer next to him didn't dare say a word.
He was called over by his agent at the last minute tonight, and he was already reluctant to do so, but unfortunately, the director of his next film is Jiang Deliang.
Given this hard-won opportunity, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
At first, the old man was all smiles, spouting what he thought were charming but actually disgusting sweet nothings. But less than five minutes later...
The old man was immediately in a terrible mood. After receiving a phone call, he looked at something and angrily smashed his phone.
The young artist even breathed lightly, afraid that he would take his anger out on her.
Jiang Deliang stared menacingly at the shattered phone on the ground, then suddenly smiled and beckoned to the young artist, "Come here."
The young performer, completely naked, walked over tremblingly, her face pale.
Jiang Deliang squeezed his shoulder. "How were you feeling just now?"
The young performer. "..."
Oh no, this is a killer question.
Can he say that he didn't actually feel anything?
The answer is obvious: no.
So he forced a smile and said, "It feels good."
"Smack--"
A crisp slap echoed in the room.
Jiang Deliang slapped the young artist across the face. He hit hard, and the young artist's head was turned to the side, a little blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eardrums ringing.
After slapping him once, Jiang Deliang wasn't satisfied and kicked him again.
Only when he had beaten the young performer to the point of near death, leaving him limp and powerless on the ground, did he feel the fire in his heart subside a little.
The young performer lay on the floor in an odd, hunched posture.
He has always been very gentle and quiet.
Only his eyes were bloodshot.
Jiang Deliang didn't take it seriously, didn't notice anything amiss, and simply put on his clothes and left.
Jiang Nan, you just wait.
He was filled with hatred, grinding his teeth in fury.
He's always been very proud, and this is the first time he's been ridiculed online.
However, he had no grounds to refute Jiang Nan's claims about Viagra's short duration.
How can he prove this to netizens?
Are you suggesting we make a movie? We can't even release it, and even if we clarify, netizens won't believe us.
The terms "short duration" and "Viagra" are so impactful that netizens are very excited. He can't clarify them, and even if he did, no one would believe him.
Jiang Deliang left in a huff, completely oblivious to the young artist silently shedding tears.
He wanted to speak, to call for help, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He had no feeling in his lower body; it felt like his spine was broken.
His fingers twitched limply; he wanted to scream, but couldn't utter a single word.
So this is what death looks like.
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On the other side.
Jiang Nan was made to drink a glass of water under supervision before going to sleep with his newly remarried wife.
When she woke up, she heard some shocking news from Fu Jingzhou.
One person died at a chain hotel owned by the Fu Group.
She's still a minor celebrity, the kind who makes a little splash.
The top spot on the trending searches has been taken over by # Meng Ran #.
"Suicide?" Although Jiang Nan was just a newly promoted lawyer in her previous life and hadn't handled many cases, she had studied law for so many years that these things were ingrained in her bones.
"No." Fu Jingzhou looked at the message that his assistant Lin Shen had just sent and said, "It's quite a coincidence, it's that Mr. Jiang from last time."
" Jiang Deliang?" Jiang Nan was shocked. "Really?"
"It's true," Fu Jingzhou said. "He checked into a room with Meng Ran yesterday, and left on his own in the middle of the night. This morning at eight o'clock, when it was check-out time, the cleaning lady couldn't open the door, and there was no response when she knocked. So the lobby manager went to get the room key and opened the door. Meng Ran was already dead; she was probably beaten to death."
Jiang Nan was momentarily speechless.
Killing someone is a classic case of wickedness inevitably leading to one's downfall.
He had seen Meng Ran when he was watching TV series before.
He has a good image; although not conventionally handsome, he has a refined and clean-cut appearance. He has fair skin and often plays junior students or clean-cut senior students.
Jiang Nan's mood inexplicably plummeted.
He suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "I have something to tell you."
Fu Jingzhou was sending a message and didn't even look up. "Go ahead."
Jiang Nan swallowed hard. "Um... this is bad news. You should be prepared."
The man paused upon hearing this, then slowly raised his head.
His pale, delicate face remained expressionless as he asked calmly, "Another divorce?"
"Of course not." Jiang Nan couldn't help but raise her voice, "What are you thinking about? Are you still half asleep?"
Noticing that he was a little angry, Fu Jingzhou smiled, looked up and ruffled his hair, "Then you tell me."
Jiang Nan "Oh," then glanced at his expression and whispered, "I ran into Fu Jinchuan when I walked the red carpet last time. He said Lin Shen is his person."
Fu Jingzhou's concern wasn't about Lin Shen, but about Fu Jinchuan: "You've met him?"
Jiang Nan: "... Why does it sound like I'm the one who cheated on you?"
"Don't see him next time." Fu Jingzhou didn't answer but asked a question instead. He reached out and scratched Jiang Nan's chin, saying, "Don't see him."
Are you jealous?
Jiang Nan had only asked casually, but to her surprise, the man nodded seriously and said, "Yes."
His eyes crinkled with laughter instantly. "What's there to be jealous of? I don't like greasy people."
"So, can you tell me now where you came from?" Fu Jingzhou frowned, thought for a moment, and offered a few answers, "Rebirth or possession?"
Since they had remarried, Jiang Nan didn't hide anything and answered, "Neither."