Chapter 647 - 410: Lu Xiaoying’s Shock! Mr. Huang Seen on TV!

Chapter 647: Chapter 410: Lu Xiaoying’s Shock! Mr. Huang Seen on TV!

The night was deep, and all was silent.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, Lu Xiaoying was wrapped in a soft down duvet, sleeping soundly and peacefully, with a slight carefree smile on her lips.

However, in the guest room just a wall away, it was a different scene altogether.

Gong Qing clutched her hot phone, pacing back and forth in the room.

The caller ID showing "Mr. Zhao" flashed incessantly on the screen, like a death warrant.

The roar from the other end of the line was almost piercing through the receiver.

"Do you know what background the Minghuang Group has? With a word, they can drive us out of the entire industry!"

She collapsed onto the sofa, watching the gradually brightening sky outside, feeling her head splitting.

That night, she was like a prisoner pushed to the judgment stand, tormented by a bombardment of calls from various forces all night long.

Until the morning light appeared, did the cursing gradually cease.

Gong Qing looked at her haggard self in the mirror, unable to suppress a bitter smile - that night, she had heard all the dirtiest words in the entertainment industry.

The phone case in her hand had become scorching, with red low-battery warnings continuously popping up on the screen, mirroring Gong Qing’s nerves on the verge of collapse.

She slumped down onto the sofa, her hair in disarray, with dark circles under her eyes and bloodshot eyes.

The hysterical roar of Mr. Zhao just now seemed to still echo in her ears.

"Gong Qing! You incompetent fool! You’ve ruined me this time!"

"The Minghuang Group officially sent a letter last night - contract terminated! It’s a unilateral breach on our part!

Black and white! Three billion! A whopping three billion penalty! Where do you expect me to find that kind of money? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

The voice twisted and distorted towards the end, mixed with despair and madness.

"Listen! This is your last chance - get Lu Xiaoying ready, and go with me to the Minghuang Group to apologize!

If we don’t get their forgiveness, we’ll all go down together!"

Gong Qing closed her dry eyes, burying her face deeply in her hands.

Outside the window, daylight had fully arrived, heralding the beginning of a new day.

Three billion!

This astronomical figure weighed heavily on Mr. Zhao like a mountain.

From the outside, Tianyu International boasts a market value of billions, a scene of boundless prosperity, but it’s all just paper value.

To actually produce three billion in cash flow seems impossible without selling the entire company at a loss.

After receiving Minghuang Group’s call last night, Mr. Zhao couldn’t sleep at all and drove to the office before dawn.

Currently, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the top-floor office, looking at the vehicles weaving like toys hundreds of meters below.

A wave of dizziness hit him — for a moment, he truly considered taking a leap.

Ultimately, rationality pulled him back.

Mr. Zhao suddenly turned and grabbed the phone on his desk, hurling it violently onto the ground.

"Gong Qing! Lu Xiaoying!" he shouted at the scattered pieces, "You two bastards!!! You’re killing me!"

The morning sunlight was just right; nine o’clock sharp.

Lu Xiaoying descended the spiral staircase briskly, her high ponytail bouncing on her shoulders with her steps.

A simple white short-sleeved T-shirt outlined her youthful figure, paired with classic blue skinny jeans, accentuating her straight, long legs.

This outfit was fresh and neat, perfectly highlighting Lu Xiaoying’s pure and charming temperament.

Even at twenty-five, the vibrant energy she exuded was like an iced drink in midsummer, refreshing and eye-catching.

Anyone who saw her would think she was the campus beauty from a romance novel come to life.

Beside Lu Xiaoying, Gong Qing stood like a delicate ink painting with a touch of gentle blank space beside it.

She wore a silk shirt with pink and white stripes, the hem neatly tucked into her white ankle-length skirt.

Gong Qing’s face bore subtle makeup, with light apricot eyeshadow paired with cherry blossom lipstick, exuding mature intellectual charm.

Yet no amount of fine makeup could conceal the traces of her sleepless night.

Despite using the most expensive concealer, two faint gray circles still appeared under her eyes.

When Gong Qing mustered a smile, fatigue lingered in the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

These two women standing side by side, one as fresh and bright as morning dew, the other as gentle and serene as the evening glow,

It was evident that both Gong Qing and Lu Xiaoying’s attire today were particularly elegant and appropriate.

Lu Xiaoying, for once, opted for pants instead of her usual short skirts or hot pants.

Gong Qing wore an ankle-length skirt, covering herself almost entirely.

This conservative attire was chosen because they were accompanying Lu Xuan to meet his old friends.

The two women were well aware that the elders Lu Xuan would personally visit must be esteemed, sequestered figures.

Gong Qing demonstrated her manager’s thoroughness and wisdom in this.

All their outfits adhered to the words "elegant and appropriate," ensuring there would be no trace of impertinence in front of the elders.

Last night, while Gong Qing endured the barrage of phone calls and Lu Xiaoying slept soundly in her dreams, Lu Xuan remained seated calmly on the sofa in his room.

For a National Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Embracing Elixir Realm like him, sleep was no longer necessary.

All he needed was to meditate quietly for an hour or two, allowing the Elixir Power within him to circulate, and the resulting martial intent sufficed to wash away fatigue, surpassing a whole night of deep sleep for ordinary people.

On the sofa, Lu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, a brilliance hidden within, more vigorous than someone who had slept soundly for eight hours.