Chapter 138 Fox Using the Tiger’s Might

Sun Yating’s hand, painted with delicate coral nail polish, trembled with fury.

She nearly poked Song Jingmo right in the nose. “I… I showed you courtesy? Do you even know who I am?”

She had been in the industry for a few years. Relying on her looks and social skills, she had gained a modest reputation.

When had anyone ever dared to insult her like this? Especially in front of so many peers.

The actors nearby didn’t dare laugh outright, but their eyes clearly betrayed their amusement, relishing the drama unfolding.

Everyone knew Sun Yating had been seeing Liu Jiang, the mayor’s son, and that the relationship had reportedly progressed to marriage talks.

Sun Yating had even declared that once she married into the Liu family as the mayor’s daughter-in-law, she would leave the industry and never appear publicly again.

Song Jingmo didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid, his tone dripping with disdain: “I don’t want it. Too ugly.”

“You…”

Sun Yating’s face contorted with rage, her chest heaving violently.

Her greatest pride in life was this face—now someone called it ugly?

She pulled out her phone and dialed.

“Baby~”

The moment the call connected, her voice was sickly sweet, nearly suffocatingly so, laced with grievance and a whine: “Where are you? Someone bullied me…”

“He spoke so rudely and even insulted me. Come help me teach him a lesson~ Hmm~ I’ll wait for you!”

After hanging up, Sun Yating put on her proud, arrogant expression again.

She glared at Song Jingmo sideways: “Wait, my boyfriend will be here soon. Then you’ll see what happens.”

The onlookers grew even more excited; the mayor’s son was coming to confront someone—it was incredibly thrilling.

Yet at the center of this storm, Song Jingmo didn’t take the threat seriously at all.

He sat casually on a simple plastic chair, back straight, one hand resting lazily on the armrest.

His gaze was fixed on Lu Er filming in the distance, exuding an aura of superiority, like a ruler looking down on the world.

Following his line of sight, Sun Yating realized he was staring at Lu Er. The surge of jealousy hit her like a tidal wave.

Again, it was Lu Er.

Why did all the good opportunities fall to him? Why could he effortlessly get everything?

Sun Yating sneered harshly: “He’s a kept goldfinch for several big shots. Staring won’t get you anywhere.”

Her gaze swept up and down Song Jingmo, venomous and contemptuous. “Unless you’re willing to sell your body.”

“With your face, you might even catch the favor of those big shots. Could have a… group arrangement with him!”

A faint intake of breath rose from the crowd.

Although some rumors circulated in the industry, no one had ever openly said such things in public before.

Finally, Song Jingmo tore his gaze away from Lu Er and gave Sun Yating a cold, disdainful glance:

“Have you been in this industry so long that everyone looks like a peer?”

Before she could react, he added, “Shake your brain properly before you speak. I don’t have the habit of not hitting women.”

Somewhere in the crowd, someone stifled a laugh.

Sun Yating’s face turned red and white in shame, almost choking on her own anger.

“Yating, who bullied you?”

Liu Jiang arrived with a few underlings, pushing through the crowd, looking fierce.

The bruises on his face stood out under the sun. Coupled with his arrogant, ‘I’m the best’ expression, it looked almost comical.

Sun Yating rushed to him, concern in her hands as she touched his injured face. “Baby, what happened to your face? Which bastard did this?”

Then, pointing at Song Jingmo, still sitting calmly, she wailed, “This bastard bullied me. Baby, help me teach him a lesson.”

Liu Jiang followed the direction of her finger, and when he saw who it was, even his bruised face twitched.

What a small world for enemies.

Liu Jiang cursed silently; his legs felt weak.

That night, his father had scolded him thoroughly and even snapped a belt over him.

He had been strictly forbidden from provoking these two people again, especially the one surnamed Song.

Lu Er noticed the commotion and, thinking Liu Jiang had come for revenge, immediately stopped filming and rushed over.

Instinctively, he positioned himself in front of Song Jingmo, eyes alert: “You dare come here? Planning to fight again?”

Seeing Lu Er protect him, and Liu Jiang’s fearful hesitation, Sun Yating grew frantic and angry.

The onlookers’ gazes made her face burn; she was humiliated.

Already resentful of how resources favored Lu Er, now old grudges and new grievances surged together.

She shook Liu Jiang’s arm violently, voice trembling with tears: “Baby, see, Lu Er is bullying me too. They’re in cahoots!”

“If you don’t help me get revenge today, I won’t survive. How am I supposed to thrive in this industry? Are you even a man?”

“Do you really love me? Can’t even defend your own woman?”

Liu Jiang felt like he was on the hot seat, cold sweat breaking on his forehead.

On one side was the beauty’s tears and pride, on the other, his father’s strict order and the lingering fear from that night.

Looking at Lu Er’s cold, beautiful face and then Song Jingmo, he waged an internal battle.

A few of his underlings, oblivious to the danger, shouted: “What’s there to be scared of? Get them!”

“Yeah, avenge our sister-in-law!”

In the end, under Sun Yating’s relentless crying and the pressure of the crowd’s attention, the remnants of his spoiled-brat ego prevailed.

He straightened his chest, trying to muster some authority.

Pointing at Lu Er and Song Jingmo: “Don’t think the last incident is over. You must apologize to Yating today. Or…”

“Or what?”

Song Jingmo slowly stood, asking, “Do you think your father is too firmly seated as mayor?”

The casual remark drained the color from Liu Jiang’s face, and even the little courage he had forced out vanished.

His legs went weak, nearly collapsing on the spot.

He knew well that over the years, his father had used his power to bail him out of countless messes.

If investigated, he’d end up in prison for years.

Sun Yating still cried stubbornly: “Baby, he’s threatening you. Don’t listen. Your dad is the mayor.”

“Shut up!”

In fear and panic, Liu Jiang yanked Sun Yating’s hand away with such force that she staggered, nearly falling.

He didn’t even look at anyone, cold sweat beading his forehead.

Facing Song Jingmo, he forced a smile, looking worse than crying: “It’s a misunderstanding. We’re just passing by. We’ll leave immediately.”

Without staying another second, he shouted at his dazed underlings: “Move it, let’s go!”

Then they practically ran to their cars. Engines roared, and the convoy sped away in disgrace.

Sun Yating stood there, watching the cars vanish, panic washing over her so strongly she nearly fainted.

Song Jingmo looked at Lu Er: “It’s fine now, go back to filming.”

Lu Er’s eyes sparkled with unhidden admiration: “Doctor Song was so cool just now.”

Song Jingmo ruffled his hair, a faint smile in his eyes: “Just using someone else’s power. Now go work.”

Sun Yating felt the eyes around her—mocking, pitying, or gleeful—and her face burned with shame, wishing she could disappear.

The set returned to order, but everyone’s gaze toward Song Jingmo had changed—respect and curiosity now mingled with awe.

Once Lu Er moved away, Song Jingmo said to Sun Yating: “When relying on connections, know the level of your opponent’s connections. Your dream of being the mayor’s daughter-in-law is probably shattered.”

Mayor Liu still had some brains; he wouldn’t be foolish enough to let someone so scheming enter the family.

Then he looked at a few of Sun Yating’s cronies: “You said Lu Er had benefactors?”

One, frightened, hurriedly clarified: “I only heard rumors, nonsense.”

Song Jingmo smiled faintly: “Lu Er graduated from A University of Medicine, attractive in appearance. His older brother is CEO of the Lu Group, and he himself is heir to the Leng Group.”

“I may be unknown, but I was born well; my parents hold high positions. My only virtue is protecting my own, no matter what.”

He glanced at them and said, “People like Lu Er, born into privilege and adored by all, naturally attract resources. Isn’t that normal?”

They exchanged nervous glances; few in the industry knew Lu Er’s background.

Song Jingmo warned: “Don’t spread nonsense. Lowly in knowledge but clever in schemes. Next time, I won’t be so polite.”