Entertainment: 1990

Chapter 157 Caught in the act
In fact, Zhang Yan was just giving Wang Luyao and Wu Yujuan a ride back to their apartment; he didn't intend to do anything under the guise of it.

Wu Yujuan went upstairs directly because she was in a bad mood—Zhang Yan's evaluation of her script was quite mediocre. Although he said it rather tactfully in person, it could be summed up as nothing more than 'whining without cause'.

Although Wu Yujuan was prepared to accept criticism, she still couldn't help but lose her composure after hearing Zhang Yan's comments, which is why she went upstairs early.

After Wu Yujuan left, Zhang Yanzheng was instructing Wang Luyao to sing "Your Tenderness I Will Never Understand" well when he was suddenly blinded by a flash.

Taking photos secretly!

This is clearly someone taking pictures secretly!
Zhang Yan, having studied photography for a year, had already pounced on the bushes while Wang Luyao was still bewildered.

at the same time.

An Wen finally realized what was happening and turned to run for his life.

Because she started a beat too late, the straight-line distance between her and Zhang Yan was less than ten meters. Fortunately, there were bushes that could provide some cover. As long as she could escape to the taxi in time, she could get away...

bang~
Just as Anwen was pinning his hopes on the taxi, he suddenly heard the sound of a car door closing in front of him. Then Anwen saw the taxi screeching and speeding away, leaving only the smell of burning tires behind.

At this moment, An Wen completely broke down, cursing at the taxi's retreating back: "Bastard, isn't it said that women help women... Ah!"

Before she could finish her tirade, Zhang Yan pounced on her like a tiger, pinning her down on the weeds amidst the bushes. He pressed his elbow against her neck and demanded, "Which newspaper are you from?! Give me the camera!"

Without waiting for An Wen's response, he grabbed the camera and tried to take it off An Wen's neck.

With the camera strap hanging around An Wen's throat, An Wen felt as if she were being tightly constricted by two nooses, and screamed in terror, "Let me go! I... cough cough cough... I can't breathe, I can't... cough cough... breathe!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan relaxed his grip slightly. As she instinctively tilted her head back, he immediately removed the camera from her neck and also knocked off her hat.

Wang Luyao arrived at the bushes and called out, "Brother Yan, are you alright?"

Her way of addressing him changed repeatedly, which fully reflects the deepening relationship between the two.

"It's okay, she's a female reporter."

As Zhang Yan spoke, he nimbly located the film compartment, pulled out the entire roll of film, and warned An Wen, "I'm letting you go now, but you can't move around!"

As he spoke, he was about to get up from Anwen's back.

Just then, the sound of a car faded into the distance; it was the taxi driver who had turned back.

She pulled the car over to the side of the road, lightly pressed the accelerator, rolled down the window, and shouted into the green belt, "Whatever you two have to talk about, please don't fight! I've already memorized your license plate number. If your wife doesn't contact me tomorrow, I'll call the police!"

After shouting, she stepped on the gas and sped away without a trace.

What the hell is this?

Zhang Yan had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so he didn't let go of An Wen, but instead tried to turn her over to see who she was.

An Wen naturally refused to comply even at the cost of his life.

When she came, she only thought about the benefits of seizing Zhang Yan's weakness, but now that she had been captured, the risks and consequences of doing so suddenly came to mind.

If Zhang Yan recognizes her, not only will she be unable to help her husband, but she will also ruin the company's future with her own hands!

No, absolutely not!
In her panic, she was like an ostrich facing danger, desperately trying to bury her head in the grass.

In the midst of the stalemate, Wang Luyao cried out in alarm, "Brother Yan, it can't be... it can't be..."

"Certainly not!"

Zhang Yan immediately realized that Wang Luyao had mistakenly believed, based on the driver's words, that Chen Hong had come to catch them in the act of adultery.

But how could Chen Hong do something so stupid?
She already had Wang Luyao completely under her thumb just by using her parents' contact information; there was no need to add anything unnecessary.

Zhang Yan put down his camera and film, grabbed An Wen's shoulders with both hands, and with a strong pull, flipped An Wen over completely.

An Wen tried to cover her face with the mask, but Zhang Yan grabbed both of her wrists with his right hand and pulled the mask off with his left.

"It's you?!"

Although An Wen's face was covered in grass clippings and mud, Zhang Yan immediately recognized her.

"not me!"

An Wen turned his head away, denying it in vain.

"Haha~"

Having confirmed An Wen's identity, Zhang Yan no longer needed to control her. He grabbed the film, stood up, and sneered, "So this is how you Pu'an negotiate cooperation—where's Su Yue? At this point, you can't still be hiding behind a woman, afraid to show your face, can you?!" "This has nothing to do with Old Su!"

An Wen propped himself up and sat up, hurriedly explaining, "This was all my own idea; Old Su knew nothing about it!"

"You made this decision on your own again?"

Zhang Yan refused to believe it and scoffed, "Since you've resorted to such underhanded tactics first, don't blame me for abandoning Pu'an and going to cooperate with Moyan Culture."

Originally, for the sake of his reputation, Zhang Yan planned to wait until he secured Gao Feng's contract before agreeing to let Pu An act as an intermediary and give them a chance to perform on stage.

But now that Su Yue and An Wen have abandoned all martial ethics and come to follow and secretly photograph me, I can't blame them for using their ideas to their advantage.

As he spoke, he prepared to turn and leave.

"do not want!"

Anwen suddenly became anxious. She had just vowed yesterday to protect her husband's dream at all costs, but now she had personally ruined Pu'an's future.

How could she accept this?!

So she lunged forward and grabbed Zhang Yan's leg: "Please, this really has nothing to do with Lao Su. It was me. This was all my own idea. If you want to hit or punish someone, do it to me!"

As she spoke, she burst into tears.

"What are you doing? Let go right now!"

Zhang Yan tried to lift his leg, but An Wen was like a pendant hanging on his leg, his upper body also leaving the ground.

It seems it won't be so easy to break free.

He was about to bend down and pry An Wen's hands open one by one when he suddenly heard someone shout from the roadside, "What are you doing?!"

It was only 7:30. Although it gets dark early in the north and there are relatively few pedestrians, the series of noises still attracted two young men in jackets.

The two peered through the bushes at An Wen, who was clinging to his leg, and then at Wang Luyao standing on the other side, immediately conjuring up a love triangle in their minds.

One of them shouted a warning: "Arguing is fine, but hitting a woman is unacceptable!"

"I didn't do anything."

Zhang Yan showed his innocent hands, then looked down at An Wen, who had quieted down considerably: "How about we go upstairs and talk?"

He and Wang Luyao are public figures now, and if things really escalate, people will definitely take the opportunity to gossip—mainly because they are not innocent.

An Wen hesitated for a moment, then stood up, grabbing Zhang Yan's belt, and refused to let go.

She didn't want to make a big fuss, since she didn't have any solid evidence against anyone, and if things escalated, there would be no way to back down.

"camera!"

Zhang Yan reminded him, and An Wen hurriedly squatted down, holding his belt, and awkwardly picked up the rented camera.

Seeing that the two men looked like they were still connected by blood, the two young men in jackets didn't say anything more.

We entered the apartment.

Wang Luyao, using the light to see An Wen's face clearly, exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, aren't you that record company owner's wife?! What are you doing here taking pictures of me?!"

She knew the other person was Sister Hua's classmate, but she didn't know the specific details, so she couldn't understand why Wang Jinghua's classmate would come to follow and secretly film her.

Surely it can't be that Sister Hua is ambitious and wants to use the emperor to command the nobles, right?
When Wang Luyao asked in surprise, An Wen simply turned his head away and ignored her completely.

"Let's go upstairs first and talk about it later."

Zhang Yan stopped Wang Luyao, who wanted to ask more questions, and walked towards the stairwell first.

After going upstairs, Wang Luyao quickly opened her room door and let Zhang Yan and An Wen in—Wu Yujuan was staying in Tian Zhen's room, and as for Tian Zhen himself, he had obviously gone to live with Zhang Weining.

After entering the room, Zhang Yancai broke free from An Wen's hand, sat down in the middle of the sofa with an air of authority, and asked, "Tell me, what exactly happened today?"

Besides being curious about the cause and effect, he also wanted to find a reason to get rid of this woman as soon as possible.

They could only send him away; after all, this wasn't a supernatural novel he wrote where people were constantly shouting for violence, which was completely unrealistic.

And even if he could bring himself to do it, what if the taxi driver went to the police tomorrow?
(End of this chapter)