Chapter Sixty: The White Bone Demon’s Three Battles with the Monkey King

Chapter Sixty: The White-Boned Demoness Strikes Three Times at the Monkey King!

Heaven and earth bear witness—when Sun Qing looked earnestly at her, asking, “Do you think I look like a complete fool?” Bai Suzhen’s only urge was to nod vigorously and reply, “Yes, absolutely, you are a fool—whoever denies it is an even bigger fool.”

If you weren’t a fool, how could you have failed to notice Tang Xin’s repeated rejections of you?

If you weren’t a fool, how could you keep up this façade of deep affection for Tang Xin in front of everyone?

If you weren’t a fool, you would have tidied up your affairs with those little starlets and models you fool around with at the office, so people would be truly devoted to you, instead of having your father chase them out when trouble arises.

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Your foolishness is so obvious, it’s hard to even find a way to excuse you.

The three members of the Butterfly group, along with Bai Su, all disliked Sun Qing. The reason they hadn’t been too blunt or harsh was simply because he had a powerful father, and until now, he had always behaved with a certain restraint, keeping his distance.

But thinking of his background, and the contract she had signed, Bai Su could only grit her teeth and lie, hiding her true thoughts.

In this industry, there were too many slights and too much helplessness. On stage, all was bright smiles and glamour; behind the scenes, it was all grievances and tears. This was the norm.

“Young Master Sun, I wouldn’t dare think that—how could you say such a thing?” Bai Su hurried to explain.

“You wouldn’t dare? If you don’t, who would? Last time I came, you said Tang Xin wasn’t there, left me waiting for half the day, and then sent some brat out to embarrass me. Today, I finally see Tang Xin, and you won’t even let me say a word to her before dragging her away. What do you take me for? And what do you take yourself for?” Sun Qing, having suppressed his anger for weeks, finally exploded.

And he took it all out on Bai Su.

After all, in his eyes, Bai Su was the easiest to bully. Every time, she was the one blocking him—she ought to be building bridges, not putting up roadblocks. Sun Qing believed that the reason he hadn’t gotten Tang Xin yet was exactly because Bai Su kept ruining things for him.

“Young Master Sun, you know the situation is special—”

“Special, my foot—”

Seeing Bai Su still trying to explain only fueled Sun Qing’s rage further, and he kicked at her stomach.

Bai Su, trained in martial arts, was agile enough to dodge with a slight turn.

“Dare to dodge?” Sun Qing, missing his target, felt all the more humiliated.

He charged up to Bai Su and swung his arm to slap her across the face.

Crack—

Naturally, his arm was caught by Tang Zhong. Tang Zhong had been watching him for some time—he knew that these pampered princelings simply could not bear to be ignored.

“Tang Xin. Let go,” Sun Qing barked. “This isn’t your business. If I don’t teach this filthy whore a lesson today, she’ll never know her place.”

Smack—

Tang Zhong slapped Sun Qing across the face.

Smack—

Another slap.

Wham—

With a kick, Tang Zhong sent Sun Qing’s thin body flying high.

Thud—

Though his body was slender, he was still a man. Landing on the grass didn’t hurt much, but it flattened many flowers and plants.

A-Ken’s mouth dropped open, and he shrank back in fear. Lin Huiyin’s eyes flashed with an unusual light, but she quickly regained her composure. Bai Su glanced sideways at Tang Zhong and sighed softly. Zhang Hepburn closed her eyes—she was too excited, afraid she’d burst out laughing. She thought, “I guessed how this would begin, and I guessed how it would end. Before, it was the Monkey King striking the White-Boned Demoness three times; now, it’s the White-Boned Demoness striking the Monkey King three times.”

The whole place fell silent.

Feng Yang, Cai Yanfen, and all the script assistants, makeup artists, and extras stared at Tang Zhong in shock, unable to believe their eyes.

Tang Xin—what had she just done?

She had slapped a man, then kicked him flying?

No one was more incredulous than Sun Qing himself.

Even as he crashed to the ground, he wondered if it was all just an illusion. After all, he’d had mental health problems before. Though he’d recovered, he couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t relapse.

Because he landed on thick grass, his body felt no pain.

What he felt most was humiliation—and fear.

He was the son of the company’s vice-chairman; she was only an employee—her career had only just begun to rise in recent years, she wasn’t a big star or anyone’s leading lady. What right did she have to hit him? How dared she?

He buried his face in the grass, wishing he could stay there forever.

Bai Su glanced at Sun Qing, then walked over to Cai Yanfen and said, “President Cai, as you can see—things have taken a bit of a turn. I’m afraid we can’t accept your invitation tonight. Thank you for your kindness; I’ll host a dinner for you and Director Feng another time.”

She then apologized especially to Feng Yang: “Director Feng, I’m truly sorry. You saw what happened—it’s a bit tricky. I have to deal with it right away.”

“Manager Bai, is there some trouble? Who was that young man?” Cai Yanfen asked with concern. After all, the Butterfly group was there to work for her, and such a scene on set was embarrassing for her too.

First she saw that young man chasing and attacking Bai Su, then Tang Xin slapped him—she’d never realized how fierce Tang Xin could be.

“He’s the son of our company’s vice-chairman, Sun Wenlin,” Bai Su replied with a bitter smile.

Cai Yanfen and Feng Yang were both astonished.

They didn’t know the troublemaking youth, but Sun Wenlin was famous in the industry—a vice-chairman of Huasheng Entertainment, one of China’s three major entertainment groups, known as “the Old Fox.” His ruthless style and calculating demeanor made everyone wary. Who would have thought Tang Xin had just struck his son?

Worst of all, Bai Su was an agent at Huasheng, and Butterfly was a signed act—clearly, these talented young women were destined for blacklisting, their careers doomed.

With this realization, Cai Yanfen and Feng Yang both looked at Tang Xin and her group with deep sympathy.

They thought, knowing he’s the boss’s son, why couldn’t they just compromise? In this industry, who isn’t as crafty as a fox?

“Would you like me to help explain things to Mr. Sun?” Cai Yanfen, ever loyal, offered. She knew the vice-chairman’s fearsome reputation but was still willing to smooth things over.

“Thank you, President Cai. I really appreciate it,” Bai Su said with a smile. “But there’s no need. I’ll report this to Mr. Sun myself.”

“Alright.” Cai Yanqing reached out to shake Bai Su’s hand. “It’s been a pleasure working with you. I hope we’ll have more opportunities in the future. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you,” Bai Su said gratefully. After shaking hands with Feng Yang as well, Bai Su turned and left.

“What a pity,” Feng Yang sighed. “Tang Xin is a promising talent.”

“Absolutely,” Cai Yanfen replied with helpless resignation.

This world is just like that: big fish eat little fish, little fish prey on shrimp. If you don’t want to be eaten, you have to be strong enough—but the Butterfly group’s shoulders were still too fragile.

Bai Su walked up to Sun Qing and said, “I’ll report this to Mr. Sun.”

Sun Qing couldn’t really lie face down forever. He scrambled furiously to his feet, face twisted with rage, and pointed at Bai Su, Tang Xin, Zhang Hepburn, and Lin Huiyin.

“You—you—and you—I’ll sell you all to Japan to make dirty films! I’ll have a hundred men take you all at once!”

Tang Zhong looked like he was about to make Sun Qing keep his threat, but Bai Su quickly grabbed his arm.

“Let’s go,” Bai Su said.

Tang Zhong glanced at him, then allowed Bai Su to pull him into the car.

“Should I thank you?” Bai Su stared at Tang Zhong’s face.

“No need,” Tang Zhong replied expressionlessly. “We’re all on the same side.”

“To be honest, I’m really grateful,” Bai Su said. “When a woman’s being bullied, she hopes a man will step up and play the hero—myself included, even though I’m a bit older.”

“Age has its advantages,” Tang Zhong said gently. He pointed at Zhang Hepburn. “The allure of a mature woman is something these girls can’t match.”

“Tang Zhong, you scoundrel!” Zhang Hepburn yelled, leaping up from her seat to pounce at Tang Zhong.

She forgot she was still in the car.

So, before she could fully stand, her head smacked into the ceiling.

Her head smarting, she lost her balance and toppled forward.

Thud—

Her knees hit the floor of the RV, and her head—because she’d been lunging at Tang Zhong—ended up buried in his lap.

Tang Zhong stared at her in surprise. “Even if I said you lack the allure of a mature woman, you don’t have to be so eager to prove otherwise, do you?”

“Ow, that hurts! I—”

Feigning pain to distract Tang Zhong, the woman suddenly opened her mouth.

“Aaaah—!” Tang Zhong screamed.

That woman—she actually—she actually bit down on his most sensitive spot—

“Hepburn—Hepburn—let go! No, open your mouth! If you keep this up you’ll ruin Tang Zhong!” Bai Su, flustered, tried to pull Zhang Hepburn away.

But Zhang Hepburn hated Tang Zhong so much, she clamped down and wouldn’t let go no matter who pulled or shouted. The pain made Tang Zhong grimace, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.