Chapter 169
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Chapter 169: High Heel Critical Hit
Maybe it was getting a little warm from the food and drink, but Director Bao took off the tight suit that was about to burst and tossed it aside.
The rolled-up shirt underneath revealed his bare belly, and at his waist, what looked like rotting abdominal hair— blended together with the chest hair above— formed a tangled, black forest of curls, writhing like tentacles.
It was revolting to the point that even a single glance made Jiang Shuyan feel she’d have nightmares that night.
But Director Bao remained completely unaware, casually slapping his stomach now and then, producing a wobbling thud.
He was truly the most disgusting kind of middle-aged man.
“Come now, Shuyan, have another drink with your old pal Bao,” he said, pushing a glass of liquor toward her, gesturing for her to pour.
Even though her head was muddled from the alcohol and the stench, Jiang Shuyan looked just like a first-time hostess dragged into a club, dressed adorably and clearly unwilling, yet still forcing a smile as she slowly filled Director Bao’s glass.
She bit her lip so hard she could taste blood.
Honestly, she really just wanted to use the last bit of clarity in her head and bolt out of there, no matter the consequences.
But each time her gaze fell on the two bulky bodyguards at the door, she had to give up the thought.
Jiang Shuyan—shouldn’t she be standing in a spotlight at a scenic filming location, starring as the female lead, radiating confidence and talent, dedicating herself to the craft of acting?
So why, why was she here, like some glorified hostess, forced to smile and drink, enduring disgusting near-harassment from a man old enough to be her father?
“Ah, ah,” Director Bao suddenly sighed. “Is the AC too strong? I’m sweating like crazy.”
“There’s a napkin here…”
Fighting back the urge to throw up or get up and leave, Jiang Shuyan pushed the box of tissues toward him.
“No need, no need. I’ll just wipe it on some clothes.”
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Director Bao reached for the corner of Jiang Shuyan’s white dress—the same one Ye Xiao had gifted her during a recent shopping trip to help restore her confidence. It had cost fifty thousand yuan.
He used the hem of that dress to wipe the sweat off his face—then wiped his hands on it, too.
…
For a moment, Jiang Shuyan’s mind went completely blank. She couldn’t even comprehend what she’d just seen.
It took a full three minutes before her thoughts finally caught up—like a horde of wild horses trampling through her chest.
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!
This dress was a gift from my girlfriend!! How dare you?! HOW DARE YOU?!
She didn’t know whether to cry or explode in rage. She had to physically restrain herself from kicking the man in front of her. Her breathing grew more rapid, and the iron taste of blood from her bitten lip only deepened.
Director Bao had no idea what she was thinking. Maybe he felt a little guilty about wiping his face on her dress, so he chuckled and said, “Come on, Shuyan, don’t just watch me drink—have a sip yourself. This liquor’s not bad.”
“……”
Jiang Shuyan instinctively reached for her glass, but her head was getting heavier, like she was losing all sense of what she was doing.
After what she’d experienced in the past, she had once come close to falling into depression. She no longer had the courage to offend people so casually.
She didn’t care about Director Bao himself—but the person behind him… Could she afford to offend that one? Would it bring trouble for Ye Xiao?
Her heart was filled with hesitation and regret. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked her roommate to call Ye Xiao for help. Ye Xiao had connections—but the one behind Director Bao? Could Ye Xiao really afford to challenge them?
Even if Ye Xiao had Gu Tingyuan behind her, Ye Xiao wasn’t Gu Tingyuan herself. Her own influence wasn’t enough to make someone who could command Director Bao back down.
At this moment, Jiang Shuyan wasn’t sure whether Ye Xiao would really come to save her. She hoped she would, but she was also afraid.
Maybe… it’d be easier to just get drunk.
That way, no matter what happened tonight—if she could forget it all tomorrow—she could pretend it was just a bad dream.
“No, this time, Shuyan, drink from my cup,” Lord Bao said, swaying drunkenly, pushing his half-drunk glass in front of her with a grin.
Was this a test? Testing her bottom line and sincerity?
Or was he just enjoying the look on her face when she was forced to do something she clearly didn’t want to?
Jiang Shuyan looked at the glass, increasingly lost and on the verge of tears.
Did she really have to drink from this?
From a cup that this disgusting man had already sipped from—practically an indirect kiss with the most revolting person on earth?
She’d never even done something like this with another man before.
And now she had to do it with this middle-aged pig?
Was this really the outcome she wanted?
She suddenly felt like crying—but knew she couldn’t.
In that instant, the faces of the two men in the room were burned into her memory.
With trembling hands, Jiang Shuyan lifted the glass, trying to figure out how to get through this.
But… could she really get through it?
Her mind drifted to the happy moments she’d shared with Ye Xiao just a few days ago.
Their relationship had started as a transaction, and perhaps it was never meant to include emotions.
But when she looked back on her life, Jiang Shuyan suddenly realized that the time she spent with Ye Xiao had been the happiest she had ever known.
Right then, the two black-suited bodyguards at the door answered a phone call, whispered a few words to each other, and stepped out.
Director Bao didn’t even notice—he was too busy watching Jiang Shuyan, full of anticipation.
He was imagining her swallowing the liquor mixed with his saliva—that moment of psychological collapse from a female celebrity, one of his favorite thrills.
But Jiang Shuyan’s grip on the glass suddenly tightened—and she flung it, splashing the contents right into Director Bao’s face.
Caught off guard, the stinging liquor splashed into his eyes.
Director Bao yelped in pain.
In the same breath, Jiang Shuyan stood up, raised her high heel—and with a vicious thrust, delivered a critical hit straight to Director Bao’s groin.
His face flushed instantly red. Forgetting the pain in his eyes, he dropped to the floor, clutching his privates with a guttural scream.
Jiang Shuyan, flustered, grabbed her bag, turned around, and pushed open the door, rushing out of the room.
Was what she just did a drunken impulse? A three-year buildup of suppressed anger? Or the moment she gave up on her dream of being an actress?
Honestly, even Jiang Shuyan herself didn’t know.
But what she did know was—
In that instant when she walked out, it felt like she’d thrown off a burden far too heavy to carry.
And what replaced it was a surge of sweet, victorious relief unlike anything she had ever felt before.
