Chapter 485: I Dance You Accompany

Nan Jiaojiao sat there lazily, with a faint smile on her lips, yet she had that smug look of someone basking in reflected glory, much deserving of a beating.

Lu Zhenzhen placed a cup of hot milk in front of Nan Jiaojiao, teasing, “Drink up.

Your Mr.

Bo specially ordered it for you.

You need to nourish yourself more; you’re still young.”

Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously looked down at her own, chest.

Quite troubled, “It’s quite suitable as is.

If I nourish any more, I’ll have to go up a size.”

“Pfft—”

Chu Yao spat out a mouthful of wine, feeling it was a waste, and quickly wiped the spill around her mouth back in.

“What the hell?”

Chu Yao measured with her eyes, “Oh, they seem to be a bit bigger than before I went to prison.”

“Is that so?” Nan Jiaojiao quietly pushed the milk away, “I probably don’t need any more nourishment then.”

Lu Zhenzhen: “You can talk to Bo Yanching about that.”

Nan Jiaojiao silently pulled the cup back in front of her.

Looking at the alcohol in Lu Zhenzhen’s and Chu Yao’s cups, her mood became quite complex.

She felt so down that she didn’t feel like talking, just listening to them.

After a few topics, Lu Zhenzhen suddenly asked about Chu Yao’s film, which had performed unexpectedly well.

It had to be said that Chu Yao’s acting skills, celebrity effect, and commercial value were all quite high.

Lu Zhenzhen had signed her as a spokesperson as early as when she debuted, and recently the skincare products endorsed by Chu Yao under Lu’s brand had also seen a rise in popularity.

“The Golden Deer Award in three days?” Lu Zhenzhen asked.

Chu Yao kicked back her chair, an arm casually resting on the back, and clicked her tongue, “Ah, the Best Actress award is still mine.

The organizers want me to sing the theme song on stage.”

“So are you going to sing?”

“They have an original singer; why should I make a fool of myself with this crappy voice?

I refused, but they insisted, so I plan to do a classical dance instead.”

Chu Yao’s eyes shifted, her gaze lazily moving to Nan Jiaojiao’s face, “Sweetie, I remember you can play the guzheng?”

Nan Jiaojiao blurted out, “I can’t.”

Chu Yao leaned in closer, “How about you play the accompaniment while I dance?”

“Can’t do it, I have a fractured hand.”

“But don’t you know a few pieces with that jingling iron-horse vibe?

Just mix it up and play that.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

Would it make any difference if she spoke up or not?

“Okay, it’s happily decided then.”

Chu Yao got up to leave, and Nan Jiaojiao asked her something.

She said she was going to the restroom.

“Isn’t there one in the private room?”

“There’s only one.

I can’t possibly go in and pee after the men have done their business.

Don’t want it to flow back up.”

Oh, that made sense.

Chu Yao finished the last bit of wine in her cup and stumbled out.

When she came out of the restroom and stood washing her hands at the washstand.

The paper dispenser was empty, so Chu Yao didn’t bother drying her hands, shaking them off and ambling back.

As she passed by a certain private room, from behind the half-closed door suddenly burst out a figure, who pressed Chu Yao against the wall, shoving her shoulders.

A foul reek of alcohol hit her face, and the man’s bloodshot eyes, with veins bursting on his forehead, stared at Chu Yao like a fierce ghost.

“I recognize you, Chu Yao, right?

I just saw you, come on, give me a smile,” the man demanded.

Chu Yao’s face turned cold, her gaze as sharp as a knife, staring straight at Huo Jun, her lips curling in mockery, “What’s the matter, haven’t had enough trouble with Lu Zhenzhen’s hands?”

“Don’t you dare talk to me about that bitch!”

Huo Jun was thrown out of the private room and received a call from his dad, who scolded him ruthlessly, demanding to know what stupid thing he had done, who he had provoked.

The Gao Family had lost all their properties, the company had been acquired by some mysterious buyer, and Mountain Villa was their last resort.

But when they’d taken over the villa, they had done so using thuggish methods, without signing a contract with the landowner, just strong-arming their way in.