Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Later in the day, Tang Jing arrived at Lily Club.

She strode into the club with her head held high, for her boyfriend was now Sunshine Corporation's acting CEO—

there was no need for her to walk in shame anymore.

Never in Ouyang Li's wildest dreams would she have expected that Tang Jing, the person who she thought was her

pawn, was the reason she was forced to take a leave.

Now, Tang Jing was looking at Ouyang Li like the latter was her pawn instead.

In the meantime, when Ouyang Li saw the curl on Tang Jing's lips, she turned livid.

“What are you smiling at? Why are you being so smug?”

Tang Jing dropped the smile. “What do you need from me?”

“Some issues have cropped up in a film I've invested in. The actors have quit their roles, and even the director is

calling it quits. You're more familiar with the industry, so help me persuade them to come back and finish up the

film. I won't hold them accountable for breaking the contract if they return.”

However, Tang Jing was silent.

“Why aren't you talking? Did you not hear what I just said?”

“I did,” Tang Jing calmly replied.

“Then why aren't you working on it yet?”

“To be honest, I am aware of the mass quitting of that film. There is detailed news on the internet. Your film is

similar to Nanshi Corporation's I Am You, and you even plagiarized their script. Coincidentally, I'm on the production

team for I Am You, and your act of plagiarism infuriated me. Those actors had quit because Nan Chen told Star

Entertainment's CEO to inform the industry that whoever supported your film would be equivalent to making Nan

Chen their enemy. Nanshi Corporation would then use all its resources to blacklist those actors and other members

of the production team. This isn't a big industry, and no one wants to be in deep trouble just because of one film.

After all, they still need to continue working in showbiz,” Tang Jing said.

“So you mean to tell me that you're not going to do anything about this?” Ouyang Li snapped.

“No. What I mean is that you'll have to change the plot of the movie and find a new group of actors if you want to

restart this production.”

Ouyang Li smacked her palm on the table. “That's impossible! I want this film to be similar to Ning Ran's. I want

theirs to flop!”

At that, Tang Jing shrugged. “There is nothing I can do, then. You'll have to think of a way to solve this yourself.”

“How dare you not listen to me? You did so many terrible things with Ouyang Qing, and you even provided me with

the filming location and details of I Am You. If you dare go against me, I'll tell Nan Chen all about this. Do you think

you can still work for Ning Ran after that?” Ouyang Li bellowed.

Tang Jing continued staring at Ouyang Li calmly and fearlessly. In fact, there was a faint smile on her face.

“What are you laughing about? How can you still smile at a time like this? Do you think my threats are empty

ones?”

“I know that your threats aren't empty, so do go and tell Nan Chen about this now. Go on, call him now. Do you

even have his number?”

The faint smile that did not reach Tang Jing's eyes remained plastered on her face, and it made Ouyang Li uneasy.

“I'll contact Nan Chen. I have his assistant's number.”

At that, Tang Jing pretended to be scared. “Fine, I'll try to deal with this. Still, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to

persuade those actors to return. Nevertheless, I'll inform you if it fails.”

Just then, Tang Jing's phone rang; Ouyang Qi was calling her.

As Tang Jing walked away, she picked up the call and chuckled as she spoke.

Ouyang Li had no idea that her own brother, Ouyang Qi, was the one on the other end of the line.

Once Tang Jing was done with her call, she waved her phone and said, “A friend's inviting me out for a meeting, so

I'll take my leave first. I'll contact you again when I have news.”

Later that day, Tang Jing was busying away in her kitchen.

She had promised Ouyang Qi that she would cook dinner, and they would have a meal with Feng Jialing.

The dishes she made that day were all Feng Jialing's favorites.

After a while, dinner was ready, but Ouyang Qi was stuck in traffic and had yet to come home.

“Mrs. Ouyang, why don't you eat a little first if you're hungry?” Tang Jing said to Feng Jialing.

Feng Jialing did not say anything in response. Her eyes were glued to the television, where the news about the

changing of Sunshine Corporation's management was being broadcasted.

Not daring to disturb Feng Jialing, Tang Jing quietly stood at the side.

“What were you saying earlier?” Feng Jialing asked once that segment of the news was over.

“I was saying that you should eat some first if you're hungry. It's bad for your stomach if you starve yourself,” Tang

Jing said with a smile.

“I'm not hungry. I want to wait for my son to come home.” Feng Jialing shook her head.

“Okay. I'll urge him to be quicker. I'm sure he's almost home,” Tang Jing said as she took her phone.

“There's no rush. Sit down. There's something I want to talk to you about,” Feng Jialing uttered, gesturing for Tang

Jing to sit down.

Tang Jing did not dare to go against the older woman's words, so she sat down.

“When did you get to know Ouyang Qi? I know he has quite a number of celebrity girlfriends, and sometimes, he

changes several girlfriends within a month. It's surprising that you're able to stay in a relationship with him for such

a long time.”

“Mrs. Ouyang, I'm afraid you've mistaken the situation. Unlike the other actresses, I'm in a serious relationship with

him,” Tang Jing explained, smiling.

“What's the difference between you and his other girlfriends? Are you trying to say that the two of you have

feelings for each other? Do you really have feelings for him, or does he really have feelings for you?” Feng Jialing

queried.

Feng Jialing's tone seemed off that day, and Tang Jing felt a sense of foreboding.

“Mrs. Ouyang, the feelings of love should be a mutual—”

“That's enough. Let's not talk about feelings anymore. You actors are best at acting, and I know that well. Give me

your account. I'll get people to settle those matters,” Feng Jialing abruptly said.

“Mrs. Ouyang, what are you talking about? Settle what matters?”

“I heard from Ouyang Qi that you've given him more than a million. I'll pay you back on his behalf. Also, it's true

that we owe you one for staying at your place. I've already asked someone to sell off my house at Pearl City, so I

have some cash with me right now. Here is three million. Other than the money he owes you, the rest of the money

is repayment for your time and kindness. I've already gotten a house in Flower City. Once Ouyang Qi comes back,

we'll move.”

Even after Feng Jialing was done speaking, Tang Jing was still rooted to her spot, speechless.

Ouyang Qi was now the acting CEO, and he was about to soar to great heights. Yet, Feng Jialing was now telling her

that she was going to move away and pay Tang Jing what they owed her.

It was clear what Feng Jialing was trying to do—Feng Jialing was trying to cut ties with her.

Therefore, what Tang Jing was getting back from her investment was her capital and a profit of over a million.

Without a doubt, that was something she could not accept.

“Mrs. Ouyang, didn't you say you were comfortable here? You even said you liked my cooking. Look, the dishes I

made today are all your favorites—”

“That's enough. I know what's on your mind. You knew who Ouyang Qi is all along, and you wanted to use him to

gain a fortune. I've repaid the favor, so please stop now,” Feng Jialing said, cutting her off.