Chapter 447: Tearing Fight

Ye Shiqing stared at the marks on the woman’s body in a self-torturing way, her pupils tightening repeatedly, as she sat rigidly.

As if she had gone stupid.

“Hey…”

The little celebrity felt a chill from that gaze, pulling the quilt over herself but intentionally leaving half of her chest exposed, a coquettish posture so tantalizing that it would make any man’s blood boil.

“What, what’s wrong with you?

It’s just sleeping with your husband.

We agreed beforehand, if I sleep with him, he’d help me get a significant role in The Empress’s Killing, that’s all.”

Ye Shiqing’s face turned frightfully grim, her eyes filled with malice.

She suddenly stood up, standing by the bed and staring at the little celebrity, her face still pale as if she were a fierce ghost.

“Why are you clinging to him?”

“Didn’t I just say—”

Slap!

Ye Shiqing hit her across the face.

“Why are you clinging to him!

Why did you choose him!

Why did you go to his bed!

Why!”

Ye Shiqing, like a madwoman, alternated slaps with both hands.

After several hits and grabbing the woman’s hair, she delivered several more fierce slaps, reddening her own palms.

The sound of slaps, the woman’s screams, and Ye Shiqing’s incessant sharp questions all mingled together.

“Stop, can’t you hear me—stop!

Ah!

Not the face!

Don’t fucking hit my face!

I still have scenes to shoot tomorrow, damn it!”

Pushed to desperation, the little celebrity covered herself no longer, rushing forward to tussle with Ye Shiqing.

She quickly gained the upper hand and even pinned Ye Shiqing down with punches and slaps.

Thinking about the injury on her face and the reprimands she would face from the director, rage bubbled up, and she lost all restraint with her blows.

But as she was hitting, she realized that Ye Shiqing, who had initially resisted, suddenly stopped moving, just staring at her, or perhaps at the ceiling.

Ye Shiqing’s eyes were too lifeless, like those of the dead, with two trails of blood running down from her mouth, lying on her ghostly pale face, scarier than a paper effigy.

She couldn’t have actually been beaten to a serious condition, could she?

“Don’t blame me, okay?

You were the one who started it, I was just fighting back.”

The little celebrity got up from the bed, picking up two pieces of clothing to wear.

She glanced back at Ye Shiqing, who still hadn’t moved from the bed, and swallowed in fear, “Don’t come after me, go to your husband if you want to make a scene.

It’s not entirely my fault.

If he really loved you, not even Daji could have seduced him.”

With that, the little celebrity hurriedly ran out, not even mentioning asking Shen Shichu about the role.

She hadn’t even finished descending the stairs when a piercing scream rang out: “I’ll kill you!”

The little celebrity nearly fell, not caring about her image as she rushed off, muttering under her breath, “What a lunatic!”

Shen Shixuan signaled the servants with a glance, and they followed out to keep the issue contained.

No matter the commotion, the news had to be locked down within the house.

“Tch, useless, can’t even handle Ye Shiqing.”

Shen Shixuan mocked, Jhiang Ling had already gone to sleep, specifically instructing her to wait in the living room and handle the aftermath with the little celebrity.

Suddenly, a chill crept up the back of her neck as if someone’s breath was on her nape.

Turning her head, she came face to face with the disheveled Ye Shiqing and saw the blood dripping from Ye Shiqing’s mouth and onto her clothes.

She scolded with a stern expression, “Are you a ghost or what?

Can’t you make a sound when you walk?

Who allowed you to come downstairs!”

Ye Shiqing’s eyes, pale as death, stared at her.

“You all knew that slut was coming in, didn’t you?”

Shen Shixuan’s eyes flickered, concocting a lie: “How could I know?

When mother and I came back from shopping, big brother was already home.

Who knew he’d come back with someone else.”