"I don't care about your best friends or acquaintances. All I know is that this is my home. You entered my home without my permission, and you are breaking the law."
Fei Qingqing frowned. The person looked good, but spoke so harshly.
"You say this is your home just because you say so? Do you have any proof?"
"Of course." Xin Xuanlai took out the property deed from his briefcase. "See? The property deed."
Fei Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, but she calmly said, "Who knows where this property deed is from."
"Heh, you say this is your friend's house. Why don't you call your friend out so we can confront each other face to face."
"Wait a moment, don't you think this person looks familiar?"
The reporters here were all legitimate journalists and didn't know much about people in the entertainment industry. Thus, when they saw Fei Qingqing, they only thought she looked a bit familiar.
"I'm not, I'm not." Fei Qingqing nodded in panic, lowering her head and scrambling to close the door. "Let go of me. I'm going inside to make a call. I'll have my friend come back to confront you, okay? I really didn't barge into someone's house."
The reporters looked at Xin Xuanlai.
Xin Xuanlai raised an eyebrow. "No, who knows if you'll close the door and not open it again? What will I do then?"
"I didn't intend to deceive you," Fei Qingqing said with red eyes. "Why would I deceive you? If I close the door and don't come out, you'll wait here forever, and I won't be able to get out, will I? Why don't we both take a step back? You wait here, and I'll go inside to make a call."
"That makes some sense. Alright, just because you're good-looking, I'll let you make a call. Will one hour be enough? KuAiδugg
Fei Qingqing quickly nodded. "Enough, and thank you."
She closed the door and retreated into the room, leaning against the entryway. She took a deep breath for a long time before composing herself and going to the living room to get her phone to make a call.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?"
The call was answered quickly.
"Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Do you want me to have my assistant check on you?"
Fei Qingqing's eyes flickered. "I want to see you."
"See me?" Fang Yanhuan paused. "Did something happen?"
"No," Fei Qingqing shook her head. "I just want to see you. Can you come back and see me?"
"But..."
Fei Qingqing took a deep breath. "Yanhuan, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course. We're good sisters. Ask whatever you want, and I'll tell you everything."
"Is this house yours?"
Listening to the breathing on the other end of the phone, Fei Qingqing felt a chill run through her.
"Of course it's mine. Qingqing, why are you suddenly asking this?"
Fei Qingqing smiled. "I'll give you half an hour to come back, otherwise, I can't guarantee this house anymore."
"Qingqing."
"Fei Qingqing."
Fang Yanhuan stared at her hung-up phone, disbelieving. She knew that after Fei Qingqing knew she was the one paying her, she had been completely obedient, never having hung up on her before.
"What's wrong?" Qian Ya asked, seeing her surprised expression.
"Fei Qingqing hung up on me."
Qian Ya frowned. "Could it be that we went too far with that Fu Lin incident?"
"How could that be?" Fang Yanhuan retorted without thinking. "I managed the timing perfectly, and Fei Qingqing wasn't hurt at all. Besides, she's not that petty."
"It's not about being petty or not. Fei Qingqing is a very traditional and conservative woman. This might have been too much of a shock for her."
"Sister Ya, why don't you go to the apartment and check on Qingqing?"
"But I have to sign the advertising contract here."
As her agent, how could she leave at this time?
Fang Yanhuan felt a pang of panic.
Qingqing had just mentioned the house. Could it be that Fang Miaomiao was trying to cause trouble for her, so she deliberately went to Fei Qingqing? But that shouldn't be the case. How did Fang Miaomiao know that Fei Qingqing was in Ming Mountain?
After she was forced to give up the house, she had been resentful, thinking of using public opinion to get Fang Miaomiao to return the house to her. But one day, when she went to check, she found that the fingerprint lock on the door hadn't been changed. She didn't know what she was thinking at the time, and had her assistant move some of her daily necessities into the house.
Later, she would occasionally go in and live there for a few days, and the illusion that the house was hers would resurface in her mind.
"Sister Ya."
"Yanhuan, listen to me, you must go back."
"Sister Ya," Fang Yanhuan's tone grew firmer.
"We don't know why Fei Qingqing said that. What if she's testing you?"
Fang Yanhuan's grip on Qian Ya's hand stiffened, and she instinctively wanted to deny it.
"Don't deny it so quickly. After the Fu Lin incident, I felt that Fei Qingqing had changed." Qian Ya said with a solemn expression. "If you still want Fei Qingqing to follow you, you must go."
Fang Yanhuan stood frozen.
"What if someone really shows up there?"
Qian Ya suppressed her inner doubts. "What are you afraid of? That house is yours, isn't it?"
Fang Yanhuan remained silent.
"Hurry back and see her. Remember, you must stabilize her as much as possible. Fei Qingqing is still very useful to you. If she leaves, who will you cry to?"
Fang Yanhuan thought for a long time before getting up. "I understand. What about this advertisement?"
"Don't worry, with me here, what's there to fear? This advertisement can only be yours. You go back and stabilize Fei Qingqing properly."
"Okay, I'll trouble Sister Ya with this."
Fang Yanhuan nodded and got up to leave.
When she arrived at the bottom of Building 26, a beautiful woman was standing at the entrance of Building 26, looking at her with a half-smile.
As she recognized the person's face, Fang Yanhuan instinctively wanted to turn and leave, but was surrounded by people.
"Yo, isn't this our big star Fang Yanhuan? Haven't seen you in a few days, and you look a lot more disheveled."
"Fang Miaomiao, what are you doing here?" Fang Yanhuan glanced at the burly men blocking her path, frowned, and scolded, "And what do you want to do to me in broad daylight?"
"What to do? Of course, nothing," Fang Miaomiao stepped forward and patted Fang Yanhuan's shoulder with a smile. "I suddenly remembered I have a house here and was feeling bored, so I thought I'd come and take a look. I didn't expect to run into you downstairs."
"Also, Sister Yanhuan, why are you trembling? There are no cameras here, so trembling like this won't help you."
"Shut up. We're the same age. What do you mean by calling me 'sister' every time you open your mouth?" Fang Yanhuan asked irritably.
"Oh?" Fang Miaomiao covered her mouth as if feigning surprise. "So you know we're the same age? Then what you mean is that you were pretending to be foolish before?"
"Fang Miaomiao, I'm not interested in talking to you so much. You'd better get out of the way, or you know how strong my fans are. Believe it or not, I'll go online and cry about it."
"Tsk, how ugly."