Chapter 107: You Truly Have a Death Wish!

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Far away in a foreign land, Belle stared blankly at the phone that had just been hung up. The little girl glanced sideways at the man beside her, her tone coaxing as her delicate pink fingers pointed at the phone. “Mr. Huang Pu, he won’t call me that anymore, don’t be angry.”

The man looked at the girl’s brows and eyes, his jealousy flaring. “I never called Ranran that.”

She leaned her head closer, speaking softly, completely lacking her usual aloofness. “Then I permit Mr. Huang Pu to call me that, is that alright?”

The little girl’s charm was enchanting—arched brows, pearly teeth, and sweet words that made his heart tingle slightly. “Ranran wants me to use a new name for her?”

Shangguan Ranran looked uneasy and turned her head away, but the man forcibly turned her back, and without surprise, pressed his lips—red and dripping with desire—onto hers.

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Time quickly moved to Wednesday, November 25th. Tonight was the final recording of “Music Partners.” Not only would the champion from the previous episode be revealed, but they would also compete against the winners from the first eight episodes for the ultimate championship.

Having learned that Xia Wanqing was the champion of the ninth episode, Shangguan Ranran arrived early at the recording site. Huang Pu Shenqing had also dropped his work to accompany the little girl.

Ouyang Muya and Zhen Mi, among others, also came to cheer for Wanqing!

Backstage, Xia Wanqing had been trying hard these past days to forget what had happened and return to normal life, but she could never avoid the biased glances from others, or even their blatant ridicule.

In the past, she would have undoubtedly confronted and torn into them, but now, she had somehow learned to avoid conflict.

“Wanqing? What’s wrong?” Song Qingli asked worriedly, noticing her dazed expression.

“Nothing.”

“Maybe we should just forget it. I can go on stage to accept the award for you, and we won’t participate in the tenth episode.”

Song Qingli held her hand, as if trying to pass warmth to her.

Xia Wanqing looked at her seriously. “Sister Li, I will participate, and I intend to win this episode’s championship to truly boost my fame.”

“But your current state... I’m a bit...”

“Don’t worry about me. Since I promised to record, I won’t give up halfway.”

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Everyone backstage was busy. For ease of communication, all participants were arranged in a large internal lounge.

If you had finished your makeup or changed clothes, like Xia Wanqing, you could simply rest here while waiting for your turn.

All the staff were hastily attending to their tasks, and no one paid any attention to Xia Wanqing. She and Song Qingli sat alone on the sofa.

Suddenly, the quiet lounge door was pushed open. A woman draped in a black coat with heavy makeup led a group of assistants and makeup artists inside.

“Miss Jun,” the staff greeted warmly, their tone flattering.

“Is our lady’s dressing room ready?” an assistant behind the woman stepped forward, speaking with an imperious air.

“It’s ready, on the second floor. Our program specially prepared it for Miss Jun.”

The woman gave an arrogant hum, her large sunglasses hiding her eyes. Her more-than-four-inch heels made her presence even more imposing.

She strode toward the second floor but stopped upon seeing the person sitting on the sofa.

The woman sat opposite Xia Wanqing, her tone both mocking and scornful. “I heard about Miss Xia’s troubles. It’s truly a pity. How did such a filthy thing in the entertainment industry happen to her?”

Xia Wanqing clenched her hands and retorted without hesitation, “Then tell me, among hundreds of companies in City A, why did it have to be the Bai family and the Jun family that got involved?”

“You...” Jun Rui angrily removed her glasses, standing up with a twisted expression.

The Jun family was an elite clan. Their grandaunt was currently the matriarch of the Huang Pu family; anyone who encountered the Jun family would show some respect.

But for some reason, their company was severely hit by the Huang Pu Group, their stock price plummeting, barely hanging on. Huang Pu Shenqing had even changed the company’s name to Lianran Group, leaving even the grandaunt helpless.

Yet, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter what, she was still the Jun family’s heiress, and no one dared to mistreat her casually. Wherever they went, people fawned over them; no one had ever dared to speak to her like this before.

She sat back down. “No wonder you once had a fling with the movie king. You sure know how to use your mouth.”

Xia Wanqing’s gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing straight at her. “Miss Jun, your mouth is quite skilled as well. Where did you learn that?”

Jun Rui caught the special tone in her voice, her chest swelling with anger. “Miss Xia, maybe you should think about how you’ll handle going on stage. I heard the movie king will be here tonight too.”

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Xia Wanqing ignored her completely and picked up a phone nearby, tapping on it.

Jun Rui’s eyes seemed to shoot fire at her. Just a newcomer with no backing, yet she thought that sleeping with the movie king gave her the freedom to act recklessly?

She stood up, leaning slightly toward her. “Xia Wanqing, I’m waiting to see you disgraced in the future.”

Xia Wanqing raised her head, her cold gaze meeting hers like sparks flying, making those around them avoid the confrontation.

Song Qingli looked at them worriedly.

But Jun Rui did nothing further; after speaking, she left.

Watching the backstage through the monitor, Shangguan Ranran’s icy eyes narrowed, seeming capable of freezing everything around.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Seeing the little girl watching the monitor, her expression shifting from joy to pity and now anger, Huang Pu Shenqing couldn’t help but ask.

“She actually dared to bully Wanqing. She’s truly asking for trouble!” The little girl pointed at the screen, her tone cold, still protecting herself with a prickly shell like when they first met.

“Sweetheart, I’ll have someone teach her a lesson,” Huang Pu Shenqing said indulgently.

“No, I’ll handle it myself.”

“Fine, I’ll let you do it yourself.”

On stage, the host had already begun enthusiastically introducing themselves and soon announced the previous episode’s champion—the ancient-style dance show with the highest viewership, won by Xia Wanqing.

Shangguan Ranran and the others clapped joyfully, as if they themselves had won the prize.

The man looked at the little girl’s happy expression with a mixture of amusement and helplessness.