BXBX NOVEL Chapter 210 - I Will Indict You
Chapter 210: I Will Indict You
Was it possible that Yan Huan was not just an insignificant orphan girl? Was she actually a powerful, untouchable woman who had Lu Yi—or perhaps the entire Lu family—watching her back?
“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Lu Yi stood up and tossed a stack of documents on the table. “Go ahead, have a look.”
Zuo Fanrui picked up the documents with trembling hands. His instincts told him not to read the documents; he knew that he would not like what was written on them, that he would regret reading them.
But Zuo Fanrui could not pretend not to have seen the documents, not with Lu Yi standing before him. He would have to read them, then and there.
Cold sweat dripped from his brow with increasing frequency as he read the documents, line by line. They dripped onto the paper before him, smudging the words that explained in detail everything he had done.
It was a report of his illicit affair with Xiao Rongrong, and the many times he had used his power and influence to ice no-name actors and actresses for her. The report also had a complete list of the acting roles he had gotten for Xiao Rongrong; it explained why a mediocre actress like her had been able to land the lead female role in so many productions, and why she had seemingly become famous overnight. Everyone in the industry already knew that she had someone powerful backing her; it was obvious from the way she had been given the lead roles that were well beyond her acting capabilities, without even auditioning for them. She had only become famous because of the endless stream of marketing and PR from her TV shows and movies; someone with her mediocre acting skills would never have made it in showbiz, otherwise.
And she owed it all to Zuo Fanrui, who had paved the way for her.
He was married, and had children of his own. But he lived in fear of his fierce, hot-tempered wife, who he secretly referred to as “the Tigress.” To make things worse, he was actually working for his father-in-law. He could already see, with his mind’s eye, the horrors that awaited him if the Tigress knew he had been cheating on her and causing so much trouble.
But the Tigress and his father-in-law could wait. He had to deal with Lu Yi first. The Tigress and his father-in-law were still family; they would eventually forgive him no matter how upset or disappointed they were with him. But this did not apply to Lu Yi; Zuo Fanrui knew that Lu Yi had shown him these documents because he intended to indict him.
Lu Yi casually shoved a hand into his trouser pocket.
“Feel free to engage the services of a lawyer, but know that I will indict you nevertheless.”
With that, he turned and left.
Zuo Fanrui sat heavily on the floor, unable to stay on his feet for another second. One of his shoes slipped from his foot and rolled away. Sweat poured from his brow in endless torrents; his face had turned as white as a sheet.
The secretary was shocked by the sight that greeted him when he entered the room,
“Mr. Zuo, what’s wrong?” He hurried over to his employer and tried to get him to his feet, but quickly found that it was impossible for him to lift a 200-pound man like Zuo Fanrui.
Zuo Fanrui was in such a state of shock his legs had turned entirely into jelly. His mouth hung open; he seemed to have forgotten how to speak. A second later, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed to the floor.
The secretary was stunned. He immediately called for an ambulance, and then called Zuo Fanrui’s family to inform them of what had happened. To his great surprise, Zuo Fanrui’s wife arrived before the ambulance; she hugged Zuo Fanrui’s unconscious body and wept dramatically over him.
She yelled at the secretary: “Where’s the ambulance?!”
The secretary received a faceful of flying spit from Zuo Fanrui’s wife as she continued to wail like a banshee. He wiped his face helplessly as he wondered why the unreasonable woman before him expected him to know where the ambulance was. Maybe it was stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, maybe it was speeding towards them right this very moment, or maybe it was already waiting for them downstairs. He was not the driver behind the ambulance wheel—how was he supposed to know?
“I’ll call them again and tell them to hurry.” He wiped the last remaining speck of spit from his face, and hoped that was it—he would rather not receive a second “facial wash” made of this woman’s saliva.