Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 845: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (58)

After Song Yuesheng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the black Maybach parked on the side of the road.

The moment the car door opened, a bony hand reached out and pulled her into the car.

"Shengsheng," Si Shu held her chin and bit her lips without saying anything, "You called me here just to see this?"

His thumb rolled heavily over the corner of her lips. "He's married."

Song Yuesheng pushed him away helplessly: "He and Yun Wei are in the same crew, and he always says something good for his artist."

She fastened her seat belt and looked out the window at the darkening sky. "Besides, I just met him and Mrs. Pei a month ago. I didn't expect they would be engaged so soon. No one was optimistic at the beginning."

Si Shu's face darkened instantly: "Shengsheng," he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white, "worrying about other people's affairs will kill you."

"I'm not worried, I just feel a little emotional." She reached out and smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, "Didn't we agree to have dinner? Don't let these things ruin your mood."

Si Shu snorted coldly and stepped on the accelerator.

The Maybach drove into the depths of the neon lights like an arrow shot from a bow, its taillights drawing a scarlet arc at the corner and finally disappearing into the night.

Pei Yu stood there, the screen of the mobile phone in his palm gradually dimmed, reflecting his tense jawline.

"Ding--"

A piercing ringtone suddenly sounded. The agent's angry roar almost shattered the receiver: "Pei Yu! Why didn't you report such a big announcement in advance? Now three endorsements are asking for liquidated damages, and two crews have to reassess the risks!"

"I'll take care of it." Pei Yu's voice was as cold as ice.

After hanging up the phone, he looked in the direction where Song Yuesheng left. His fingertips hovered over the address book for a moment, and finally dialed the lawyer's number: "Draft a divorce agreement. I need it in a moment."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth.

Through the lowered car window, he saw Si Shu's disgusting face.

Fu Yunzhi alone is difficult enough, if the person in charge of the Si Group is also involved...

Pei Yu suddenly sneered.

What’s even more ironic is that the instigator of this absurd marriage was the marriage plan between grandma and the Xu family in S City.

——The core project of Pei’s Pharmaceuticals is still in the hands of the Xu family.

But even so, he didn't want the outside world to see that he had a relationship with another woman.

The night wind blew across my cheeks with the coolness of early autumn.

Moreover, judging from the fact that not many people in the Xu family are interested in this marriage, Song Yue may not be the adopted daughter of the Xu family.

Xu Yanheng's purpose might be...

Pei Yu raised his hand and pressed his chest. The dull pain there made his breathing slightly choked.

It was probably love at first sight.

But he couldn't ignore the entire Pei family.

Perhaps in this life... no one will ever make him taste this sour taste again.

The LED screen on the building in the distance was playing the trailer for his new drama, and the male protagonist in the picture was smiling gently and affectionately.

Pei Yu turned and walked into the night, leaving behind the figure that once made his heart beat, along with all the inappropriate thoughts.

Two hours later, Dijing Community.

The crystal chandelier illuminated the room as bright as day. Sister Wang paced back and forth on the wool carpet in her ten-centimeter high heels, her heels almost poking a hole in the carpet.

"Song Yue!" She slammed the coffee table, causing the champagne glasses to clink.

"Are you out of your mind? You didn't even say hello to Pei Yu, your partner is getting married? Do you know that the brand is about to blow my phone up?"

Song Yue lazily slumped in the sofa, her fingertips casually sliding across the screen of her mobile phone.

"Sister Wang, relax~" She curled her red lips slightly, "If the variety show CP becomes a reality, the fans will just go wild, which will be good for us and not harmful."

"Where's Pei Yu?" Sister Wang snatched her phone away. "It's been more than two hours since the official announcement, and his team hasn't even said a word!"

"What's the hurry?" Song Yue retrieved her phone and crossed her long legs. "He is filming a night scene. I will get the response after he finishes work."

If she doesn't push him, how can she get involved with Pei Yu and make him come to her on his own initiative?

The doorbell rings suddenly.

The assistant ran to open the door, but froze in place when he saw who was coming: "Teacher Pei, Teacher Pei..."

Pei Yu strode in with a night chill, followed by a man in a suit carrying a briefcase.

Without even glancing at Sister Wang, he walked straight up to Song Yue and threw a stack of documents on the coffee table.

"Signed." His voice was colder than the night outside the window.

Song Yue's fingers that were scrolling on her phone suddenly stopped.

"Divorce agreement." Pei Yu looked down at her with ice in his eyes. "I will give you the compensation you deserve, not a cent less."

"Divorce?!" Song Yue stood up suddenly, "Pei Yu, are you crazy?" Her voice suddenly became sharp, "We've only been married for a month!"

Pei Yu tapped his knuckles lightly on the divorce agreement, his voice as cold as ice: "Our marriage is a business one."

He slowly exhaled, "Although I accidentally ate something you put medicine in, you know in your heart whether I touched you or not. Song Yue, if you didn't want grandma's condition to get worse, what do you think would happen?"

Song Yue clenched her hands tightly.

Sister Wang and the assistant gasped, and the champagne glasses in their hands fell to the carpet with a "pop", and the dark red wine spread out like blood.

The assistant's eyes widened - Sister Song was actually capable of doing such a thing as drugging someone?

Song Yue dug her nails deep into her palms, and said in a sharp voice: "Sister Wang, you go back first."

She stared at Pei Yu and said, "Let me finish my work first."

The two men fled from the suite as if they had been pardoned.

The moment the door closed, Song Yue grabbed the vase on the coffee table and smashed it against the wall.

"How are you going to explain this to grandma?" Her chest heaved violently. "The cooperation between the Pei family and the Xu family—"

"Don't bother." Pei Yu interrupted her and signaled the lawyer to move the agreement forward. "Grandma will understand."

Song Yue suddenly sneered: "I won't sign."

"We can still talk about it now, but not tomorrow." Pei Yu squinted at her, "Do you really think that the dirty things you did to get promoted are perfect?"

Song Yue stiffened her neck: "I don't understand what you are saying."

She sneered inwardly.

The system had long erased all traces, how could he possibly find out?

"Very good." Pei Yu stood up, his eyes getting colder. "I'll wait for your hot search tonight." He walked to the door and turned back. "See you in court."

The moment the door closed, Song Yue grabbed another vase and smashed it at the door.

Glass fragments flew everywhere, and her chest rose and fell violently. "Let's meet, who's afraid of who!"

However, at one in the morning, Song Yue was immersed in her sleep when she was suddenly awakened by the piercing ring of her cell phone. She fumbled with the answer button impatiently, and Sister Wang's sharp voice immediately pierced her eardrums:

"Song Yue! Explain to me immediately what's on the trending search..."

"Let's talk tomorrow if you have anything to say." Song Yue interrupted impatiently. Just as she was about to hang up, she heard a hurried doorbell ring.

She sat up suddenly, hung up the phone, walked to the living room, and stared at the door vigilantly: "Who?"

"Ms. Song, we are from the Kainian Street Police Station in S City." A deep male voice came from outside the door, "There are some situations that require your cooperation in the investigation."

Song Yue laughed: "Are you kidding me? If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

As soon as she picked up the phone to dial, she heard a loud bang, the door was violently broken open, and five uniformed police officers rushed in quickly.

The leading policewoman smiled gently, but it made Song Yue shiver all over: "Don't be nervous, Miss Song, it's just a routine inquiry."

Song Yue subconsciously stepped back, her back against the cold wall.

She suddenly remembered Pei Yu's warning before he left, and opened Weibo with trembling fingers.

The most searched word came into view: Song Yue's negative information collection

The moment she clicked it, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Since her return to this world, all her shady operations have been exposed: chat records of bribing judges, suppressing her peers, and even forcing her competitors to be hospitalized due to depression... Every piece of evidence is terrifyingly clear.

This is impossible!

Song Yue’s fingers almost crushed the phone. The system clearly said that all these traces would be erased!

The policewoman stepped forward, still with a professional smile: "Ms. Song, do you have anything to explain about these charges?"

The crystal chandelier swayed in front of Song Yue's eyes, and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Those opponents that she had crushed with the power of her system, those secrets that she thought would never see the light of day, were now all exposed nakedly to the public.

"I..." Her throat tightened, but she was speechless when she met the policewoman's sharp gaze.

Outside the window, the red and blue lights of the police car shone through the curtains, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Song Yue dug her fingertips deep into her palms, and screamed frantically in her heart: [7342! What the hell is going on?! Didn’t you say that all traces have been removed?!]

[Answer me! If I'm done, you won't be able to have a good life either!]

After a long period of dead silence, a faint sound of electricity from the system finally came to my mind: [The host... has insufficient energy... all gold fingers... will... become ineffective...]

[What?!] Song Yue's blood instantly froze.

"Miss Song?" The policewoman's voice brought her back to reality. "It's just a simple inquiry. Don't be nervous."

She took a step forward, the shoulder straps of her uniform gleaming coldly in the light.

Song Yue stepped back suddenly, her back hitting the French window: "I'm too tired today. I will take the initiative to go to the police station tomorrow."

Her voice trembled and her nails made a harsh sound on the glass.

"It will be over soon." The policewoman took another step closer.

"I said I'm not going!" Song Yue suddenly screamed and picked up the crystal ashtray on the coffee table, "Get out!"

The two female police officers looked at each other and took action instantly.

One of them grabbed her wrist while the other swiftly snatched the weapon away.

As Song Yue struggled frantically, the belt of her nightgown came loose, revealing a large area of ​​pale skin.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?!" Her hands were tied behind her back and she was pressed to the ground, her cheek pressed against the cold marble floor.

Click!

The paparazzi lurking near Song Yue's home captured this scene perfectly: the once glamorous female star was now being taken into a police car like a stray dog.

The trending search exploded.

Song Yue was taken away by the police

Song Yue's scandal confirmed

Fans’ whitewashing comments and passers-by’s ridicule were fighting each other, and some people even rushed to Pei Yu’s Weibo and cursed him as a “cold-blooded scumbag”.

The person involved remained silent until he received the call 24 hours later.

"I'll sign." Song Yue's voice in the receiver was so hoarse that it sounded like she was ten years older.

The divorce process went very quickly.

When the two of them issued divorce statements at the same time, Pei Yucai finally used his connections to suppress the hot search.

The statement was well-written and put an end to this farce.

But for the spectators, this week is like the Chinese New Year.

All major social media platforms were dominated by the divorce drama of Pei Yu and Song Yue, and netizens were enthusiastically analyzing the truth behind this wealthy marriage.

But as time goes by, the protagonists on the hot search list have changed.

——Su Yunwei was invited by "STYLE" to shoot a magazine. This is the first time for a vase actress like her.

When Su Yunwei was calling, Song Yuesheng was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window with her long legs crossed and resting on the glass.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting tiny spots of light on her face, and the coffee in her hand was steaming.

"Sister Yue, it's on the hot search..." Su Yunwei's voice was hesitant on the other end of the phone.

"It's true." Song Yuesheng put down the coffee cup and gracefully retracted his legs. "Although the main focus is on the strength route, fashion resources cannot be left behind."

She tapped the table with her fingertips. "I've asked Sister Lan for your notice. There are no other arrangements on the day of the shoot."

The intercom phone suddenly rang.

"Boss, the candidates for the planning department interview have arrived."

"Got it." She pressed the mute button and reminded the person on the other end of the phone again, "Remember to arrive early and don't keep the photographer waiting."

"Thank you, Sister Yue." Su Yunwei's voice was still a little dazed, "I will behave well."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yuesheng looked out the window.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated. It was the news that Sang Xia had sent in the group that the orphanage had won the lawsuit.

Song Yuesheng took a glance and frowned slightly.

There has been no news about Lin Wenyuan from Xu Yanheng so far, and no one knows what obstacles he has encountered.

She pondered for a moment, collected her thoughts, turned and walked towards the meeting room.

Through the one-way glass, she saw Nan Zhi walking in calmly.

The girl was wearing a simple beige suit and had her ponytail neatly tied behind her head. She looked completely different from the timid intern on her resume.

"Please take a seat." Human Resources Manager Xiao Liu gestured.

Nan Zhi sat down gracefully, with her back straight.

When asked about her understanding of fashion magazine planning, her eyes lit up instantly: "I think fashion is not only a visual enjoyment, but also an expression of attitude."

Her voice is clear and powerful. "For example, for this photo shoot of Miss Su, we can use 'Nirvana Rebirth' as ​​the theme, and use the changes in light and shadow to show her process from the trough to bloom."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

This idea unexpectedly fits Su Yunwei's experience.

The girl who looked timid a few months ago was in stark contrast to the energetic new planner in front of her.

The interview results were announced on the spot.

Not surprisingly, Nan Zhi received an internship opportunity.

Song Yuesheng handed the tablet to her assistant. The glass curtain wall reflected her thoughtful profile. "We will handle the entry procedures tomorrow. Interns will also need to have official work badges."

"Understood, boss."

As dusk fell, Song Yuesheng walked out of the building and called Xu Yanheng.

"Shengsheng, do you miss me?"

Xu Yanheng answered the call quickly, but hurried footsteps and vague mechanical humming could be heard faintly in the background.

Song Yuesheng suddenly stopped.

The tip of her ears moved slightly, and she keenly caught a distant sound of metal collision.

The words came out of her mouth and changed to: "Yes, I miss you." Her voice was as light as a feather, "Can I go find you?"

"Don't come."

His refusal came too quickly, and his voice was as tense as a taut string.

After realizing his mistake, Xu Yanheng softened his tone: "Shengsheng, I'm in a foreign hospital for an exchange, you can't come."

There was a burst of urgent alarm sounds in the background, but it was quickly cut off.

"I'll be back in a few days, really."

There was another burst of hurried footsteps, accompanied by a voice in a foreign language asking how many beds were available.

"I'll bring you a big gift when I come back. You'll like it." He tried to change the subject.

Song Yuesheng didn't respond, but his fingertips quickly slid across the phone screen.

In the news photo of medical assistance in the King's Lynn war zone, a female reporter wearing a mask is reporting in front of a temporary hospital - it is Lin Wenyuan.

It was obvious why Xu Yanheng hadn't contacted me for so long.

She took a deep breath, looked at the setting sun, and whispered, "Xu Yanheng, the gift I want is for you to come back safely."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"Sheng Sheng."

When he spoke again, Xu Yanheng's voice was as soft as melted honey, and even the sound of electricity could not cover up the tenderness, "You do this... It makes me want to lock you by my side even more."

"Not serious again." Song Yuesheng scolded lightly, but when he saw the news headline "War Situation Under Control", his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

"You wronged me." Xu Yanheng laughed softly, the electric current made his voice particularly gentle, "I have always been serious about you."

The night wind blew away the loose hair on her forehead.

Song Yuesheng looked up and saw the first star light up.

"don’t worry."

Xu Yanheng's voice was gentle and firm across the distance of thousands of miles, "I will definitely go back."