"They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but getting it right away feels so damn good! HAHAHA..."
"Seeing that bastard getting dragged away by security... so satisfying..."
Zhao Xiaoting vented her excitement by jumping up and down a few times. Then, a thought suddenly struck her, and she asked with great interest, "Mr. Yan, how did you convince Mrs. Chu?"
"When she was leaving with Shao Jun and Nie Yifan, why did she make a point to turn around and glare at you?"
Yan Feifan met Zhao Xiaoting’s probing gaze and said casually, "It’s quite simple. There are really only two ways to quickly convince someone: threats or bribes."
"I didn’t have anything to bribe her with, so I had to resort to threats."
Zhao Xiaoting shook Yan Feifan’s arm like a child, urging, "Come on, tell me! How did you threaten her?"
Yan Feifan shook his arm free and continued, "I just told her that I believed you."
"If she didn’t help this time, I’d secretly gather evidence of Cao Yan’s misdeeds and leak it right as the series finished filming and was about to air."
"And then we’d see who stands to lose more."
Realization dawned on Zhao Xiaoting, and she said with a grin, "A dog can’t be taught not to eat shit. Finding dirt on that bastard must be a piece of cake."
"Mrs. Chu wouldn’t want her whole show to be ruined, so she was bound to investigate that bastard’s character."
"Oh..."
Zhao Xiaoting then asked excitedly, "Mr. Yan, how were you so sure Nie Yifan would betray him if a better offer came along?"
Yan Feifan shot Zhao Xiaoting a disdainful look and snorted. "I’ve heard that friendship and loyalty are meaningless to most celebrities."
"As long as the price is right, betrayal is just a heartbeat away."
"I was just testing the waters, taking a gamble. I didn’t expect..."
At this, Yan Feifan let out a long, feigned sigh of disappointment.
In reality, Yan Feifan had taken that gamble because he had a better grasp of the situation.
While he was confronting Cao Yan, he had also been secretly observing the reactions of Shao Jun and Nie Yifan to prepare his next move.
Yan Feifan noticed that Shao Jun was very composed, as if he were content to just watch how things played out.
Nie Yifan’s reaction, on the other hand, was far more interesting.
While Cao Yan was making excuses for himself, an expression of contempt and mockery flashed across Nie Yifan’s face.
Although the expression was fleeting, Yan Feifan’s sharp perception caught it.
So when Cao Yan said that Nie Yifan could vouch for him, Yan Feifan decided the gamble was worth taking.
Of course, the fact that Nie Yifan had secretly recorded the conversation was something Yan Feifan hadn’t anticipated at all...
Just then, Zhao Xiaoting argued, "The entertainment industry is full of temptation, but opportunities to make it big are scarce. It’s true, there have been plenty of betrayals and backstabbings."
"But not everyone is like that."
"At least, I’m not."
Zhao Xiaoting said with a solemn expression, "Mr. Yan, I, Zhao Xiaoting, will be a friend you can trust for the rest of your life."
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Don’t use the word ’friend.’ I’m allergic to it right now."
"How many people have lost the shirts off their backs because they were stabbed in the back by their so-called friends?"
"We just saw a perfect example of that."
Zhao Xiaoting giggled and said, "Well, I, Zhao Xiaoting, am an exceptionally cute girl you can absolutely trust."
She raised her right hand. "Mr. Yan, I swear..."
"Don’t make any vows. It’s a nice evening, and it’d be a shame if you summoned a thunderstorm."
Yan Feifan cut her off and asked, "Is that scriptwriter, Mrs. Chu, famous in your industry?"
Zhao Xiaoting pouted, lowering her hand. "The three urban idol drama scripts she wrote—*Last Train*, *Shallow Fate, Deep Love*, and *Little Attic on the Rooftop*—have all been put on screen. They all got pretty decent ratings, so yeah, she’s quite impressive."
"Mr. Yan, have you seen any of them?"
Yan Feifan thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Can’t say I have."
"Judging by her age and appearance, I’m guessing her scripts are melodramas about handsome guys and beautiful girls falling in love, being forced apart, and suffering from unrequited love, right?"
Zhao Xiaoting giggled. "You guessed it, Mr. Yan. That’s pretty much what they’re like."
Yan Feifan chuckled. "Life is already tiring and bitter enough. My family prefers to watch lighthearted, happy shows..."
Just then, Mr. Gao came over and invited Zhao Xiaoting to play a small, three-episode role over the next few days.
Zhao Xiaoting happily accepted.
The three of them chatted for a bit more, and the topic turned to television genres.
Yan Feifan couldn’t help but ask, "Medical dramas are an evergreen genre in other countries. Why are so few produced here, and why do the ones that get made lack that professional, authentic feel?"
Mr. Gao explained, "There are many reasons, but there are two main ones. First, medical dramas are expensive to produce."
"To cut costs, many scenes involving professional equipment, medical examinations, and surgeries are simplified or cut entirely."
"But the biggest reason is the existence of the ’big scissors’—censorship."