Chapter 69: No Amount of Money Would Make Me Accept

Maswei was both angry and amused. This man, so venomous when cursing her, wasn’t truly indifferent. Was he half devil, half angel? Yang Changfeng’s unreasonable behavior left the paparazzi helpless.

The bearded man, battered and dizzy, couldn’t fight back. The guy was carrying a fire axe—who knew what would happen if it swung down? They’d already witnessed his ruthlessness on the road. He’d dragged a Nissan with an Audi; what wouldn’t he dare do?

Red Sister trembled in fear. When had Jiangzhou produced such a rich second-generation? She insisted Maswei was dating a wealthy heir today, just as the intelligence had suggested. It was absurd—among the rich heirs, who had such formidable fighting power?

“You—you can’t do anything reckless, or I’ll press charges!” Red Sister curled up in her seat, still seeing stars. The battle of wits and courage along the way, especially just now, nearly sent her crashing into the seat in front.

Her shaky threats were nothing but a joke to Yang Changfeng. Surely, there was no one fiercer than he. People like this didn’t exist among paparazzi. They were in it for money, not for courting death.

“Following my car all the way, colliding and intercepting—what is it? Kidnapping? Robbery? Or murder?” Yang Changfeng barked, “With people like you who deliberately cause trouble, beating you up is legitimate self-defense. Accusing you of malicious intent is fully justified. Still refusing to admit guilt? Want to fight the law to the end?”

Damn, he’d said everything already—what else could anyone do?

Maswei laughed in satisfaction in the car. Yes, such villains ought to be dealt with by someone even fiercer. Hiring him as a bodyguard was definitely a good idea. Most importantly, he had no interest in her...

Wait!

He actually had no interest in her!

Maswei felt a hundred thousand points of insult.

If you asked people on the street whether Maswei was beautiful, the answer would be yes—beautiful, sexy, an absolute goddess. Most would surely say so.

As for who wanted something with Maswei—even some women would admit they absolutely did.

But that Yang fellow—he actually had no interest?!

“He must be abnormal!” Maswei cursed inwardly, gnashing her teeth.

Yang Changfeng sneezed twice—who was thinking of him? Chen Aijia? Or Anya?

The bearded man wished he could bang his head against the car door and pass out. The hard-won photos were obviously not going to be recovered now. Without them, their “studio’s” reputation meant nothing; nobody would believe a word they said. If they released photos of themselves beaten and bruised, they’d only be laughed at—few would defend them.

Maswei’s persona was anything but ordinary; her fans were fiercely protective, one of the three groups in the entertainment world not to be trifled with. From the past two years to now, anyone who provoked her was cursed into oblivion—countless studios had learned this lesson in tears. Red Sister’s studio didn’t dare provoke them without evidence.

Were they idiots? Sometimes, these people were grateful for star fans; without them, where would consumption and attention come from? The celebrity economy birthed their happy lives.

But fans were often hated by studios—too fanatical, never letting go once they latched on.

Maswei’s good point—or perhaps her vulnerability—was that she knew Jiangzhou Red Sister’s studio was tracking her from the start but didn’t mobilize her fans against these paparazzi.

But who could have predicted that their growing audacity would encounter such an unreasonable brute?

“Let’s hear it, what happened?” Yang Changfeng let go of the bearded man, fiddling with the camera in his hand—a branded one, though he wasn’t sure how to operate it. Finding the memory card, however, was easy.

The bearded man quickly recounted everything to Yang Changfeng. He had no choice—otherwise, he’d be beaten again.

“Someone called us, saying Maswei would meet a man at Linjiang Teahouse today. We’d been tracking her for months before finding this clue, so we got a bit excited. Sorry,” the bearded man said, head down.

A tip-off by phone? Was it Wang Hu?

That guy wanted to drag him into his scheme, using Maswei as bait and blocking her retreat—a ruthless move.

Most of it was probably aimed at the aftermath. This setup ensured Maswei’s management company wouldn’t dare break with Wang Hu openly. Once he succeeded, he’d likely grasp even more compromising material. With such things, Maswei would have to follow his instructions. The rumors stirred up online by these studios would be inflamed further by Maswei’s rivals; eventually, she’d be sidelined—her management would abandon her. In this way, Maswei would become Wang Hu’s card against Yang Changfeng.

This guy had thought it all through.

While Yang Changfeng was extracting the photos, the bearded man jumped onto the car and bolted. From now on, he’d steer clear of this guy—he couldn’t afford to provoke him!

Red Sister cursed him for a coward, but the bearded man retorted, “If you dare, go mess with him yourself!”

Red Sister was speechless; she’d never encountered someone so fearless.

But how had the rumored male celebrity turned into a man like this?

“Where did Lan go?” Red Sister exploded in rage.

She felt humiliated intellectually. The diversion on the road was one thing, but now both targets had slipped away—her studio’s mission had failed, and morale would surely collapse.

The bearded man said no more; that wasn’t his problem. But they were unwilling to accept defeat. Dealing with celebrities was usually effortless; today, not only had they been outwitted, they’d been beaten badly, and their car was now unusable for “missions.” How could they carry on?

Red Sister’s studio would plot revenge, investing much time and energy in their plans. It wasn’t just about revenge—there was profit. Taking down Maswei would bring them much: not only a certain starlet’s seven-figure reward, but many “thank-you” fees, enough to live well for years.

At this moment, Maswei was also thinking about the revenge she’d soon face.

When Yang Changfeng got in the car, she asked directly, “You need money, right? Be my driver—I’ll pay you ten times your salary.”

“No.”

Yang Changfeng refused with crisp finality, tossing the camera and memory card to Maswei and pointing at the door, “You’ve arrived. Get out.”

What?

Maswei stared, wide-eyed. He—he actually refused?!