The vicious female supporting role is posted in the opposite direction by the cub

Boom!

It felt like being doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe.

Xu Mengjie felt as if something had exploded in her head!
Her face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Auntie...you...what did you say? My engagement ceremony with Haoyang! He said the venue was all ready, I—"

"Ha." Mrs. Su let out a short, sharp laugh, interrupting her mercilessly. "Xu Mengjie, are you still dreaming of marrying into a wealthy family? Would our Su family marry an actress? An artist whose value is only realized by the family paying to redeem her from her servitude and then reselling her?"

Every word was like a poisoned dagger, piercing Xu Mengjie's heart.

She swayed precariously, barely managing to steady herself by grabbing the cold dining table: "No...it's impossible...Haoyang...he said it himself! You even showed me a picture of the invitation!"

"Photos?" Mrs. Su seemed to have heard an even bigger joke. "How hard is it to Photoshop a few pictures? Can't our Su family afford a designer who can edit photos? Xu Mengjie, how old are you? You were fooled by such a simple trick and willingly signed a contract to sell yourself? You're hopelessly stupid!"

"No...no way..." Xu Mengjie felt ice-cold all over, as if her blood had frozen. She shook her head frantically, unwilling to believe this cruel truth. "Where's Haoyang?! I need to see Haoyang! Haoyang!!"

Her shrill voice echoed through the luxurious restaurant, filled with a deathly despair.

"What's all the noise about?" Su Haoyang's lazy voice came from the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a bathrobe, yawning, and slowly strolled down the stairs. His face showed the languor and impatience of someone still hungover. The look in his eyes when he looked at Xu Mengjie was no longer filled with the affection of the past, but only naked indifference and a trace of annoyance.

"Haoyang! Haoyang, tell her! Tell her the engagement is real! The photos you showed me are real!" Xu Mengjie lunged forward like she was grasping at a straw, grabbing tightly onto Su Haoyang's robe sleeve.

Su Haoyang frowned, disgustedly shoving her away with such force that she staggered a few steps and almost fell.

"Xu Mengjie, are you ever going to stop?" His voice was icy, filled with impatience. "Engaged? When did I ever say I wanted to get engaged to you? It was just a fling, and you actually took it seriously? My mom was right, you're stupid. I showed you a few photoshopped pictures and said a few nice things, and you believed me? You even paid out of your own pocket to terminate the contract? Tsk, you're really asking for it."

Su Haoyang's lips curled into a mocking smile, his gaze sweeping over Xu Mengjie's pale face like a knife, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"You were the one who insisted on breaking up with me and going to develop your career in that entertainment industry, refusing to listen to any advice. Since you're so eager to work, then stop with the superficial stuff and focus on serving the Su family properly—that's your duty! How much did I spend on you when we were dating? Designer bags, jewelry, villa rent... wasn't that all money? And you, you just leave like that, without a shred of affection. Now I've arranged a glamorous contract for you, which is already doing you a favor. Don't be ungrateful. Take this contract and go earn money obediently; it'll be compensation for the Su family's investment."

He walked over to Mrs. Su, picked up the document from Brilliant Culture on the table, glanced at it, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips: "Mom, Brilliant provided really good resources this time. Mrs. Liu is very generous. It seems that the five million was well spent, with a high return on investment." He completely ignored Xu Mengjie, who looked like she had been struck by lightning.

Xu Mengjie stared blankly at the faces of the mother and son in front of her, watching them talk about the resources they had obtained in exchange for her and the "return on investment" of five million.

The overwhelming sense of deception, the humiliation of being manipulated, and the utter despair brought on by the complete collapse of the world instantly engulfed her.

She felt dizzy, and Su Haoyang's cold and mocking face and Mrs. Su's smug and contemptuous smile intertwined before her eyes, twisting into the most hideous devilish face.

"Liars! You're all liars! Devils!!"

Su Haoyang didn't take it seriously: "Just behave yourself. As long as you work well for Brilliant Culture, the Su family will provide you with plenty to eat. If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for throwing you out!"

Mrs. Su looked at her coldly: "An actress, good only for warming my son's bed, how dare she enter the Su family? Haoyang, if you want to continue playing around, take her out and settle her in. Don't let it affect the arrival of the real lady in the future."

Su Haoyang nodded immediately: "Yes, Mom!"

Su Haoyang's words and Mrs. Su's gaze were like countless red-hot irons, repeatedly scorching her heart.

"Ah—!!!" A shrill scream, as if the soul had been torn apart, suddenly burst from Xu Mengjie's throat!

With all her might and filled with a devastating hatred, she lunged at the dining table!

Crash-!
Exquisite bone china tableware, crystal glasses, silver cutlery, and even the document symbolizing "victory" in front of Mrs. Su... were all swept to the ground in a frenzy! The sounds of shattering, crashing, and scattering papers filled the air, leaving a scene of utter chaos!
"Bastards! Bastards! You bunch of scum!" Xu Mengjie's eyes were bloodshot, and she looked like a madwoman. She grabbed everything she could get her hands on—vases, decorative ornaments—and smashed them against the mother and child. Tears mixed with overwhelming hatred surged out of her face. "Give me back my contract! Give me back my career! Give me back my five years of youth!!"

Mrs. Su screamed in fright and hid behind Su Haoyang.

Su Haoyang was also startled by Xu Mengjie's sudden outburst, and then his anger flared even more: "Xu Mengjie! Are you crazy! Stop her right now!"

The servants rushed forward, trying to pull and stop the hysterical Xu Mengjie.

In the chaos, Xu Mengjie was held down by several people. She struggled desperately, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, tears streaming down her face, and she let out a trapped animal-like whimper and a desperate roar.

She stared intently at Su Haoyang, her eyes filled with such intense hatred that it almost seemed tangible: "Su Haoyang! The Su family! You will all die a horrible death! I will haunt you even as a ghost!!"

Su Haoyang looked at Xu Mengjie, who was restrained and looked like a broken doll. He straightened his torn robe and showed no remorse on his face, only extreme annoyance and a trace of lingering fear.

He coldly told the housekeeper, "Call the police! Tell them someone has broken into a private residence, deliberately damaged property, and is mentally unstable!"

Then, looking down at Xu Mengjie, who was pinned to the ground with empty, desperate eyes, as if looking at a pile of disgusting garbage, he coldly pronounced his verdict:

"Throw her out. And tell the people at Brilliant Culture that their new artist is mentally unstable, take her away immediately, don't let her go crazy here. Also, make a list of everything she broke, and deduct it from her future income! Not a penny less!"

The cold, hard marble floor pressed against Xu Mengjie's cheek, and the plush of the expensive carpet brushed against her tear-streaked skin, bringing a cruel sensation.

The maid dragged her mercilessly, her thin clothes scraping against the smooth floor, causing a burning pain in her arms and knees. Like a piece of worthless trash, she was roughly pulled toward the magnificent door that had once symbolized her "destination."

"No... let me go..."

She stared intently at Su Haoyang, the man who had just two days ago professed his love for her and his desire to marry her. Now, he was looking at her with the eyes of someone looking at a cockroach, coldly instructing the housekeeper to call the police.

Call the police? Damage to property? Mental instability?

These words were like poisoned ice picks, piercing her already riddled heart.

It turns out that in the eyes of the Su family, her anger, her breakdown, and her painful struggle after being deceived were all just a mad performance of "mental instability." The love and trust she cherished as her life, for which she had paid any price, were nothing more than bargaining chips and a meticulously planned farce in their eyes?!
"boom!"

The heavy, carved solid wood door slammed shut behind her, cutting off all warmth and light from the villa, and also extinguishing her last shred of humble fantasy.

The cool air of the winter morning instantly enveloped her thin body, making her shiver.

The reality of being abandoned at the door felt even colder and more humiliating to her than the argument and insults she had just endured.

She slumped onto the cold steps, hugging herself as she tried to draw some warmth, only to find her palms covered in icy tears and torn clothes.

"what--!!!!"

A piercing wail, suppressed to the extreme and bursting forth from the depths of her soul, finally broke through her throat, echoing pitifully in the empty courtyard and startling several birds perched on the treetops.

That wasn't an angry scream, but a desperate lament after being utterly crushed and uprooted.

She curled up, her shoulders heaving violently, and cried her heart out.

From inside the tightly closed door, one could faintly hear Mrs. Su's triumphant laughter, as if she were on the phone discussing the "Premium Club" endorsement she had just secured.

The voice was like a dull knife, repeatedly sawing and cutting into her heart.

Xu Mengjie didn't understand why.

Why did things become like this?

She struggled to get up and knock on the door, trying to retrieve her things. But as soon as she stood up, her legs gave way, and she collapsed heavily back down. Her knees slammed against the hard granite steps, causing a piercing pain, but it was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

In that moment of despair, scenes from her time at Xingyue Entertainment flashed through Xu Mengjie's mind—

At that time, she had just signed with Xingyue Entertainment, and the Su family tried every means to obstruct her, fabricating rumors and threatening to terminate her contract, attempting to drag her back into that caged canary. But President Yue appeared like a ray of light, handling everything cleanly for her. She forcefully suppressed the Su family's interference and used swift and decisive measures to ensure her smooth debut.

At Xingyue, she truly became an artist, practicing singing, rehearsing, and performing on stage. The cheers of fans and the warmth of the team made her feel the weight of her dream for the first time.

Those were such pure and beautiful times, without deception or scheming, only with dreams for the future.

How could I have been so stupid as to believe Su Haoyang's sweet talk and those fake photos, willingly paying to terminate my contract and leave Xingyue, only to fall into the Su family's trap?
Could it be that... the Su family set up such a huge scheme because they hated President Yue's ruthless methods, selling her to Brilliant Culture like a commodity, just to take revenge and squeeze every last drop of value out of her?
The thought sent chills down her spine.

She suddenly remembered that dazzling contract, and a strong sense of regret welled up inside her—no, she couldn't just sit and wait to die! She had to fight back!
Struggling to pull out her broken phone from the shopping bag, the screen so shattered it was almost unreadable, she still managed to dial the number of the contact person at Brilliant Culture based on her memory.

Xu Mengjie shouted hoarsely, "I quit! The penalty for breach of contract is five million, right? I'll pay it! I'll grit my teeth and pay it!"

A cold, mocking laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Ms. Xu, the penalty for breach of contract is one hundred million yuan. It's clearly written in the contract."

One hundred million?!

Xu Mengjie was struck dumb, and almost dropped her phone.

It turns out that the Su family and Cui Can had already dug this bottomless pit, waiting for her to jump in.

At that moment, she awoke from her daze, and tears streamed down her face once more—

I was so stupid!
Just because Xingyue's termination fee is five million, does that mean all entertainment companies in the world are conscientious?
One hundred million? !
How can she possibly compensate me?!
Just then, a small, inconspicuous side door on the cold, carved gate clicked open a crack.

The butler's expressionless face was revealed, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt and a desire to drive him away.

A bulging, cheap supermarket shopping bag was roughly shoved through the crack in the door and thrown to the ground at her feet with a "thud".

“Miss Xu,” the butler’s voice was icy and devoid of any warmth, “your belongings are all here. The young master said that the Su family does not welcome you, and you are requested to leave immediately. If you cause any more trouble, the police will come and take you away.”

After saying that, before she could react, the side door slammed shut again, the sound of the lock clicking loudly.

Xu Mengjie picked up the shopping bag with trembling hands.

Inside were her few pieces of clothing, and... a freshly printed bill:
A printed list bearing the seal of the Su Group!
The list details:

A damaged blue-and-white porcelain vase from the Ming Dynasty, valued at RMB 1,200,000.
A damaged Lalique crystal decanter set from France, valued at RMB 800,000.
A set of Italian handcrafted custom silverware (partially damaged and deformed), estimated value 350,000 RMB.
Spot cleaning fee for Persian handmade carpet: 50,000 RMB
……

Total: RMB 2,570,000
Note: This amount will be deducted from Ms. Xu Mengjie's future personal income at Brilliant Culture until it is fully repaid. The legal department of the Su Group will directly liaise with the finance department of Brilliant Culture for execution.

At the very bottom of the list, there is a line of cold, small print: This list is Appendix Seven to the “Brilliant Culture Artist Management Contract” and has the same legal effect.

Xu Mengjie's hands trembled so much she could barely hold the paper. Two million five hundred and seventy thousand! The things she had smashed were valued at such an astronomical figure! And the Su family had already colluded with Brilliant Culture, directly binding this huge debt to her contract!
This means that every penny she earns at Brilliant in the future will be taken by the Su family first!

They not only want to squeeze every last drop of value out of her now, but also to bind her to all the hard work and blood she'll have to the future! She didn't sign an artist contract; she signed a contract that completely sold her future to the Su family and Brilliant Entertainment! A web woven with enormous debt, from which she can't escape!
"puff--"

A metallic taste suddenly surged into her throat, and Xu Mengjie could no longer hold on, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the cold list in her hand.

The sky had darkened without anyone noticing, and a cold autumn rain began to fall.

Her love, her dreams, her future—all were extinguished in that instant by the cold autumn rain. (End of Chapter)