Chapter 67: Scandal?

“Check behind the car—could it be your enemy tailing you?” Yang Changfeng felt no pity for Ma Siwei; since she had become a tool for making money, she shouldn’t blame others for how they looked at her. If she couldn’t even handle that much, she’d be better off retiring early.

Ma Siwei stood in a daze, then finally remembered to glance back.

“It’s a journalist. According to your logic, you’d call them paparazzi,” Ma Siwei said indifferently.

Yang Changfeng was genuinely surprised this time. Aren’t celebrities supposed to avoid paparazzi when they don’t want to be photographed? Wasn’t she worried about scandal?

Ma Siwei caught the bewilderment in Yang Changfeng’s eyes. Her lips pressed together, her expression was both sarcastic and disdainful, tinged with a hint of madness. She sneered, “Do you really think the public would believe I’m involved in a scandal with a deputy security captain? Shouldn’t it be with a rich heir, a producer, or a director instead?”

Yes, that’s how it should be. But she didn’t care anymore. Was she going mad?

Yang Changfeng felt he couldn’t keep up with the actress’s train of thought.

“A scandal with you? Impossible,” Ma Siwei laughed coldly three times, her voice hoarse and sharp. She gestured wildly, laughing viciously as she cursed, “You have no money, no resources, you can’t elevate me. At best, you might excel in some aspect, meddle in my so-called relationship with certain people, then make them furious enough to blacklist me, and promote their own to my position. That’s all. From the start, you were nothing but a supporting character, a target for ridicule, even a bed prop whose identity would never be reported. Do you really think you’re so desirable? Do you deserve to make the headlines?”

Damn, this woman was losing her mind.

Yang Changfeng’s expression darkened. He merely looked down on Ma Siwei; he never actually intended to push her into a pit. Besides, just imagining himself being written about by those unscrupulous paparazzi made him feel sick.

“Relax, I won’t give you the chance to tarnish a good person’s reputation.” Yang Changfeng glanced at the rearview mirror, where the Nissan clearly realized its tailing had been discovered and was now attempting to overtake them. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and while he retorted, his mind wandered elsewhere.

This car could easily be modified.

If someone tried to block them on the road and there were no weapons inside, the car itself would hardly be able to fight back. It would be difficult for him alone to protect two people. In a worst-case scenario, using a modified car as a weapon—as long as the safety of those inside could be ensured—even if the modifications meant paying fines, it wouldn’t matter.

A modified car—Chen Aijia wouldn’t object, would she?

Ma Siwei’s spirits were crushed. She had always thought that only people of status looked down on her. Unexpectedly, ordinary people didn’t think any more highly of her than of other actresses. In their eyes, all female celebrities, apart from a few who were envied and resented, were tainted.

The blow was too much for Ma Siwei. She never expected everyone to adore her, but she had always kept herself clean, even offending people she shouldn’t just to maintain her integrity—and yet, this was the result?

Suddenly, she felt utterly exhausted.

In truth, Ma Siwei’s status was recognized by many media outlets and ordinary people. Her acting was excellent, and she was famed in the industry for her spotless reputation. Despite the relentless and frenzied paparazzi, no one had ever unearthed any dirt on her. Such a female star—apart from those few represented by Miss Han’s family—was rare, and Ma Siwei had always taken pride in that.

But the man she met today shattered her pride in her own image. In the eyes of ordinary people, she was still just another actress from the entertainment world, no different from those who would do anything to climb the ladder.

Birds of a feather?

Birds of a feather!

The resentment left Ma Siwei bored and weary. She wanted to go home, curl up in her blankets, and have a good cry.

She had worked herself to the bone filming, her body covered in bruises, never complaining, never airing her grievances.

She had suffered suppression, been shelved, and even blacklisted, but never felt wronged, because the cruelty of that world had made her mentally prepared from the start.

But she had tried so hard to maintain her image—why did so many people still see her this way?

Was a female star born to be despised?

Admittedly, some people were, but she was Ma Siwei—she was different!

Maybe it was time to finally taste alcohol; it was said to be good for escaping troubles.

“Fasten your seatbelt,” Yang Changfeng ordered in a low voice.

Ma Siwei glanced at him and didn’t move.

“Don’t think I’m trying to please you—you're a person, a life. Don’t make me force you, hurry up!” Yang Changfeng had to take things seriously, because a car suddenly rushed out from the side, blocking the speed he’d just built up.

The Nissan pulled up alongside, and inside the car, a bearded man was taking photos.

Yang Changfeng became serious; a fierce light flickered across his face, making his jaw muscles twitch.

No one was allowed to be so arrogant—not even the paparazzi!

That was his principle—Yang Changfeng’s principle.

He muttered coldly, “Very well, let’s see what you’re up to.”

Ma Siwei, having messed up her hair against the seat, fastened her seatbelt and said calmly, “They want to force you to drive to my neighborhood.”

So they wanted to capture the scene?

Yang Changfeng understood. Ma Siwei had said someone wanted to hype a scandal and dethrone her from her leading role. It seemed she was right.

This was their battle, not his. But today, they had provoked him.

Yang Changfeng floored the accelerator, slamming into the rear of the car ahead.

The car came to a halt, and two people—a man and a woman—jumped out, trying to block Yang Changfeng’s vehicle. On the other side, someone had already set up a camera, ready to catch the moment when Yang Changfeng opened the door.

Yang Changfeng slowly reversed, while the Nissan quickly swerved to block his retreat.

He ignored it—this was an organized paparazzi team. First solve one end, then the other.

After reversing twenty or thirty meters, Yang Changfeng stamped on the gas. The Audi roared like a crazed iron beast, charging straight at the car blocking their way.

There were no cameras here, so the paparazzi acted recklessly.

But Yang Changfeng was even more reckless. Risk it all? Paparazzi were just paparazzi—they couldn’t rely on bravado.

Ma Siwei screamed, “Yang, are you out of your mind?”

The people in the car were terrified. They jumped back in, ignoring their two companions who had gotten out to block the Audi, and sped off. The photographer’s foot scraped a long stretch of road before he managed to pull it in, his camera falling and shattering into pieces.

Indeed, scandal was impossible!