Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 382 372: Fang Jiayun's Success

In the dressing room.

The air suddenly became quiet, almost stifling.

Ye Qiao stared at Fang Jiayun on the sofa opposite her, her eyelids lowered, a frigid chill emanating from her eyes.

"So, you saw everything?"

Fang Jiayun's lips curled, her eyes full of mockery. "What, are you admitting it?"

Ye Qiao put down her phone and raised a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing glistening diamond earrings. She smiled faintly. "It's pointless to feign ignorance now. Just say it, what do you want?"

Fang Jiayun couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore. She took out her phone, played a video, and aimed the screen at Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao's gaze locked onto the screen. She suddenly began to tremble with anger, her delicate fists clenching involuntarily.

The video showed the scenes of her and Sun Zhe in the dressing room from earlier.

In the footage, she was kneeling before Sun Zhe, holding that hideous, ghastly thing in one slender hand. As her upper body swayed back and forth, her fragrant, long hair swung with her movements. She looked beautiful yet wanton, and every frame was crystal clear.

Fang Jiayun suddenly retracted her phone and said meaningfully, "If this high-definition, uncensored video gets uploaded online... I guess a lot of people would watch it, wouldn't they?"

SLAP!

Unexpectedly, just as she finished speaking, Ye Qiao dashed forward and slapped her so hard she fell to the ground.

Ye Qiao then grabbed her by the neck, effortlessly lifting her as if she weighed nothing and snatching the phone from her hand.

Fang Jiayun was shocked. She never expected Ye Qiao to have such skills and strength.

However, she wasn't flustered. After all, she had been through a lot.

"What, you want to lash out? Or do you want to kill me to silence me?"

Ye Qiao's face was as cold as frost. "Phone password."

Fang Jiayun naturally understood Ye Qiao's intent. Her eyes were full of mockery as she laughed and said, "Deleting it won't help. I have a backup in the cloud, and I've also set it to send automatically on a timer."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiao trembled with anger. Her grip on Fang Jiayun's throat tightened violently, choking her until her face turned red and her eyes rolled back into her head. She couldn't even make a sound.

For a moment, Ye Qiao truly wanted to crush Fang Jiayun's neck.

This vile bitch is just as disgusting as a villainous consort in a historical palace drama!

But just as Fang Jiayun was about to pass out, Ye Qiao released her grip.

Though she desperately wanted to tear Fang Jiayun to pieces, she didn't dare to actually do it.

Fang Jiayun sat weakly on the ground, coughing repeatedly while rubbing her neck. "Ye Qiao... in the video... you weren't this cold and frightening... How are you like a different person?"

Ye Qiao took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and asked, "What do you want?"

Fang Jiayun got up with difficulty, staring at her and stating her terms directly, "What I want is simple—I don't want to see you anymore, especially not on stage."

Ye Qiao instantly understood her meaning. She casually threw the phone to her. "Fine. Delete all the videos, and I'll leave immediately."

Fang Jiayun picked up the phone and deleted the video, smiling. "Just like that? So decisive?"

Ye Qiao ignored her. She walked over to the sofa, grabbed her bag, and turned to leave.

But as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, tilting her head slightly to look back at Fang Jiayun.

Feeling that icy, bone-piercing glare, Fang Jiayun shivered and instinctively took a step back.

"Fang Jiayun, you're the one who broke my shoe, weren't you?"

Fang Jiayun turned her face away. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. You're too poor to afford quality shoes, so now you're just making baseless accusations?"

Ye Qiao chuckled, too lazy to argue further, nor did she want to dwell on the matter. She said flatly, "Remember to delete the cloud backup, too. Fang Jiayun, if my video leaks... I will make you wish you were dead."

Watching Ye Qiao's departing figure, Fang Jiayun's lips curled up, her eyes full of disdain.

Ye Qiao, for that attitude alone, I'll make you wish you were dead!

Just because you've learned a few moves and have some strength, you really think you're invincible?

I am the great eldest lady of the Fang Family! For me, getting rid of you is easier than crushing an ant!

「In the second-floor private box.」

Zhu Yan's eager anticipation instantly turned to disappointment as she watched Fang Jiayun take Ye Qiao's place on stage.

"Ah Zhe, what's going on? Wasn't Qiaoqiao supposed to be on stage?"

Sun Zhe shook his head slightly, indicating he didn't know either.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Just then, there was a knock at the door of the private box.

Sun Zhe went and opened the door, and a familiar figure immediately caught his eye.

Even though she was wearing sunglasses, a mask, tight jeans, and a loose T-shirt, Sun Zhe recognized her at once. It was Ye Qiao.

"Qiaoqiao, why are you..."

"Brother, let's go home." Ye Qiao's voice, laced with sobs, interrupted Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe paused for a moment, then reached out and pulled her into an embrace. "Alright," he said gently, "let's go home."

Zhu Yan came over. Seeing Ye Qiao sobbing quietly in Sun Zhe's arms, she was about to ask what happened, but Sun Zhe shook his head slightly, signaling her not to ask just yet.

"Qiaoqiao, do you have everything?"

"Yes, I have everything."

"Then let's go home."

"Okay."

Afterward, the three of them left the stadium through the staff passage. They found a nearby eatery for a late-night snack and didn't return to the hotel until after they had finished.

Throughout it all, Ye Qiao didn't say a word. After returning to the hotel, she took a bath and hid in her room, refusing to come out.

Sun Zhe walked to her door and knocked. "Qiaoqiao, can we talk?"

"Brother, I'm tired... Let's talk tomorrow."

Sun Zhe sighed silently and looked toward Zhu Yan behind him.

Zhu Yan also sighed. "What exactly happened?"

Sun Zhe frowned slightly. He suddenly remembered Ye Qiao mentioning Fang Jiayun earlier and said, "Yan'Er, give me the car keys."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Sister Yun Wan and ask her about this. You stay here and keep Qiaoqiao company."

"Okay, fine. Come back early. Don't drive, just take a cab."

「Meanwhile.」

After the performance, Fang Jiayun returned to the backstage lounge and took out her laptop.

After a brief hesitation, she chose to click "Send."

A high-definition video, nearly a gigabyte in size, was sent out with a flick of her finger.

So you dare to hit me and slap me, Ye Qiao... Who the hell do you think you are?

Heh, just you wait until your reputation is in tatters, my little video star!

You'd better be ready to catch this tidal wave of attention!

「Elsewhere.」

Just as Sun Zhe left the hotel and was about to take out his phone to call a cab, he received a call from Xie Yunwan.

"Ah Zhe, are you back at the hotel?"

"Yes."

"Ah Zhe, I just saw a video in the group chat."

"What video?"

"Let's talk in person. The concert just ended. I'll come find you once I change."

"Alright."

Not long after he hung up, a message notification chimed.

Sun Zhe opened it and found a video sent from Xie Yunwan.

When he clicked play and saw the familiar scene from a third-person perspective, he was instantly engulfed by a towering rage.