Upon hearing this, Song Zhusheng's expression instantly darkened.
He'd heard plenty of these kinds of sexual harassment allegations during his years in the entertainment industry.
If Jiang Deliang had said this to him, he might have pretended not to hear it.
If you can't afford to offend them, you can at least avoid them.
However, he was speaking to Jiang Nan, Song Zhusheng had no intention of holding back. Just as he was about to say something, Jiang Nan spoke up.
The boy's eyes widened, somewhat doubting his ears, and he said in a loud, boisterous voice, "Damn it! How can you talk so disgustingly? You're an old man, over forty years old, bald, with a belly bigger than a woman ten months pregnant, saying such disgusting things, aren't you ashamed? Didn't your mother teach you not to be disrespectful to your elders when she gave birth to you?"
Song Zhusheng was stunned by this long and highly aggressive statement.
He wanted to laugh, but was worried that Jiang Deliang would directly break off relations. He looked up and saw that Jiang Deliang's assistant was biting his lip and clenching his fists, trying his best to suppress his laughter.
Shifting my gaze to the front, I saw that the bald man surnamed Jiang had turned completely pale.
He was so angry that the fat on his cheeks was twitching, and his purplish lips were tightly pursed.
Jiang Nan, still not satisfied, continued, "You think I'm getting hotter? Not as hot as you. If you did a striptease, shaking that big ass and that big belly of yours, it would be so hot it would kill people, I couldn't even bear to watch."
"Shut up!"
Jiang Deliang was furious; his belly seemed to be moving as if a fetus was being conceived, heaving wildly.
He gave a twisted smirk. "I'll let you off this time because you're young, but if you act this way again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"You're not going to be polite? I'd like to see how you, you old geezer, can be so impolite!"
Jiang Nan rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and was about to hit someone.
Song Zhusheng quickly hugged his waist. "Alright, alright, aren't we going to play games? Let's go back first."
In fact, Song Zhusheng was an Omega, and was naturally at a disadvantage in terms of strength, but Jiang Nan still followed him into the room.
Because he's not stupid; there are security cameras in the hotel corridors.
If he beat up that old man in front of the surveillance cameras, and that shameless old man tries to extort money from him, he'll have no evidence and nothing to say.
Song Zhusheng poured a glass of water and said, "Why were you so impulsive just now?"
Jiang Nan replied, "Because I equally dislike every middle-aged man who acts like a father."
He had another reason he didn't mention.
Because this old man looked a lot like his former boss, Zhou Bapi, both of them were bald with beer bellies, did nothing right, and had nothing but pig brains in their heads.
Song Zhusheng, "There are too many people like this in the industry. If you offend too many people, this path will be very difficult, and you probably won't last long."
When he first entered the industry, he was very stubborn and couldn't tolerate any wrongdoing. Later, he offended more people, had roles snatched away, had scenes cut, and was replaced at the last minute during commercial shoots. Only then did he realize that growing up is nothing more than compromising and admitting defeat for certain things.
Youthful exuberance is something people only have when they are young. Back then, you think you'll be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Spider-Man, or Armor Hero, capable of saving humanity and the world.
Therefore, young people are fearless and never compromise.
It radiated a light comparable to the rising sun.
As you grow up, you gradually realize that you are just an ordinary human being, and you can't even balance your work and your ideals.
Jiang Nan took a sip of water, her tone nonchalant. "So what if it doesn't last long? I'm not going to be an artist forever."
Song Zhusheng raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you enrolled in a self-study bachelor's program? What's your major?"
Jiang Nan took another sip of water. She had just talked too much and was too emotional, leaving her with a dry mouth.
The boy's pink hair was messy, with several stray hairs sticking up. He had a pointed chin, and his lips were wet from the hot water. His tone was indifferent and calm, as he tried his best to suppress his smug pride. "Law major."
Song Zhusheng only knew that he was going to take the self-study exam to get a bachelor's degree and then prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam, but he didn't know that the major he applied for was law.
"Didn't you study beauty and hairdressing before? Isn't this a huge leap?"
Song Zhusheng were too euphemistic because the person in front of him was Jiang Nan; if it were Fu Xingli...
He would directly launch a full-scale taunt, which is not just wishful thinking, but a pipe dream, a complete waste of time and effort.
The gap between beauty and hairdressing and law is as deep as ten Mariana Trench.
Jiang Nan couldn't reveal that she had graduated from a proper university with a law degree in her previous life, so she could only act like a lunatic and say, "I studied it in my dreams."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
He suddenly remembered that during the last midterm exam, Fu Xingli had told him with absolute certainty that she would definitely get into the top ten in the class and score over 520 points.
I was promised a score of 520, but I ended up with 250.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but say, "I think you and Fu Xingli are probably father and son. Why don't you two get your DNA tested?"
Jiang Nan: "... Actually, I think so too. That Little Green Hair looks exactly like me. Oh no, he didn't inherit my good looks."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
With that interruption, the two immediately forgot about being annoyed by the bald middle-aged man.
Jiang Nan sat cross-legged on the sofa, played a few games with Song Zhusheng, and then posted a cheeky message on her WeChat Moments before returning to her room upstairs.
Jiang Nan's new WeChat Moments post, featuring a high-definition photo of him and Song Zhusheng sitting on a sofa, angered Fu Xingli.
Fu Xingli posted ten angry comments under his post on WeChat Moments, and then sent Jiang Nan dozens of messages of condemnation privately.
You're already married, how can you bear to leave me single forever?
How could you be so heartless? How could my brother have married such a cruel Alpha?
We are all Alphas, born of the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?
Numerous accusatory remarks are omitted from this text.
Jiang Nan's eyes lit up when she read to the end.
Fu Xingli was probably furious and sent a thoughtless message.
The Picked-Up Son: [I've called you "Dad" so many times, how can you bear to watch your son live a life of bachelorhood without a wife?]
Jiang Nan immediately laughed and replied, "[Of course, of course! If you had acknowledged earlier that I was your father and you were my eldest son, I would have already brought you two together.]"
The Picked-Up Son: [Really?]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: "Leave it to me!"
Jiang Nan accepted the 200 yuan red envelope sent by Fu Xingli, the young master, and happily swiped up to take a screenshot of the insults Fu Xingli had hurled at him. He then sent the screenshot to someone whose contact name was "Hmm".
After sending the screenshot, he typed again, looking aggrieved. "[Waaaaah, does my little brother not like me?]"
Jiang Nan sent the message and waited for a long time, but did not receive a reply.
He glanced at the time; it was only 10:09 PM.
At this time, the big boss is definitely not asleep yet; he's either processing documents or reading. The entire wall of books in his study is filled with books he's read.
Therefore, there is a reason why some people succeed.
Jiang Nan waited for a long time, and then played a few more games.
After finishing the game, it was past midnight.
Jiang Nan's aggrieved complaint still hadn't received a reply.
He pursed his lips, fiddled with the TV again, and found a horror movie to watch.
To create a better atmosphere, he turned off the lights in the room.
The color grading of horror movies is always on the darker side. The whole room was so dark that it was as if the lights were off. Jiang Nan lay in bed, covering her feet completely with the blankets, watching the horror movie with great concentration.
At 1:30 a. m., the tightly closed door was suddenly opened from the outside.