Chapter 119: King of Show-Offs

Upon seeing Director Fu Yuntao and the others present, the assistant director immediately straightened up and hurriedly said, “Director Fu, you’ve finally arrived! That Liao Yuan is completely out of control—he actually publicly assaulted Brother Han Yu right here in front of everyone…”

The assistant director embellished the story as he recounted what had happened.

Fu Xiaoci grew increasingly uneasy the more she listened. This was nothing like the version she had just been told!

What did they mean by Liao Yuan provoking and insulting Han Yu first?

Didn’t she know Liao’s temper well enough? This gentle, meek fellow wouldn’t even utter a curse word under pressure!

Her anger mounted until she was nearly furious, and she stepped forward to deliver a hard kick to the assistant director’s calf. “You’re talking nonsense! It was Han Yu who provoked our Liao first!”

The assistant director winced in pain, gasped sharply, and glared at Fu Xiaoci. “Are you out of your mind? Who was present, you or me? Hiss! You kick me? Don’t think I won’t hit a woman!!”

Fu Xiaoci didn’t even hear him. Her head was buzzing with anger. She took a few more swift kicks.

Han Yu was notoriously arrogant and ill-reputed in the industry. Now, having to share the same room with him…

She couldn’t even imagine how much hardship Liao Yuan had just endured!

Concerned for Liao Yuan’s safety, she completely lost her composure.

“Last warning—try hitting a woman again, and I really will hit back!” the assistant director snapped, unable to restrain himself any longer and preparing to retaliate.

Suddenly, a cold voice cut through the tension: “Try hitting her, then.”

The assistant director froze, looking toward Fu Yuntao. “Director Fu, this woman is clearly with Liao Yuan. You believe her but not me?”

Nearby, Liu Hai sneered, “She’s the director’s own sister. Who would you believe, her or you?”

The assistant director was dumbfounded.

Even Zhang Henge and Han Yu wore expressions of shock.

Fu Yuntao looked coldly at the stunned assistant director. “Get out.”

“This… it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding,” the assistant director stammered, suddenly terrified.

His attitude flipped a full 180 degrees. He hurriedly bowed and forced a smile. “Miss Fu, this is all a misunderstanding, truly. I was talking nonsense. You’re magnanimous; please don’t take me seriously…”

Tears welled in Fu Xiaoci’s eyes as she choked out, “Do you even realize you were lying?”

Seeing this, the assistant director almost cried. “Yes, I was lying. Please don’t cry, Madam. Mr. Liao never assaulted Han Yu; it’s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”

He then stood there timidly, looking to Fu Yuntao as if awaiting judgment.

Fu Yuntao said quietly, “I told you to leave. Didn’t you hear me?”

The assistant director trembled, then looked at Han Yu. “Brother Han, please say something for me!”

“Why should I?” Han Yu asked, puzzled.

The assistant director was momentarily speechless, then glanced back at Fu Yuntao.

Fu Yuntao’s expression grew colder.

The assistant director, feeling hopeless, gritted his teeth and quickly turned to leave.

He had to think of a way to fix this.

In this industry, being fired was terrifying enough.

If he also offended the “Godfather of Variety Shows,” his fate would be disastrous.

At that moment, a script supervisor knocked and entered.

Su Han and Zhan Huo appeared one after another.

After witnessing this commotion, when they stepped onto the stage, despite the roaring enthusiasm and six beautiful teammates collaborating, both were somewhat distracted.

Their performances were forced and unsteady.

Finally, it was Han Yu’s turn.

He glanced at the state of the dressing room, said nothing, and led his teammates onto the stage.

After Han Yu left, Fu Yuntao patted Liao Yuan on the shoulder with a hint of apology. “Brother Liao, I’m sorry. It was my fault—I never expected that bastard to actually make a move on my turf! Rest assured, I’ll make this right for you. Once recording wraps, I’ll have people gather evidence. Even if I can’t ruin that bastard’s reputation, I’ll make sure he learns a lesson—knowing who to provoke and who not to.”

Liao Yuan smiled faintly. “Leave some margin for people, Director Fu. Don’t go too far. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.”

Fu Yuntao nodded. “I know my limits.”

Zhang Henge watched this exchange with interest.

Suddenly, he felt a bit sorry for Han Yu—what a fool.

After publicly berating the show “Produce 101” on Weibo and offending Director Fu, he still shamelessly came to appear as a guest?

And not only that, he just happened to be seated next to Liao Yuan?

Did the production team not know about their feud?

Sitting together was one thing, but Han Yu actively stirred up trouble, deliberately walking into a trap?

This was clearly a setup!

An idiot…

Zhang Henge smugly played armchair strategist.

Meanwhile, Han Yu gathered with Xie Yuqian and the others, preparing to perform.

“Senior Brother, what’s wrong?” Xie Yuqian asked with concern, noticing Han Yu’s distracted demeanor. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Han Yu forced a smile. “Nothing.”

Xie Yuqian encouraged him, “Come on, Senior Brother, we’re the best!”

The other girls echoed this, lifting the team’s morale instantly.

Han Yu’s expression darkened. He shook his head to dispel the troubling thoughts and stepped onto the stage.

But for some reason, despite the crowd’s enthusiastic cheers and screams, Han Yu’s confidence waned. He kept zoning out, his steps lagging behind the rhythm, which alarmed Xie Yuqian and the others and directly affected the whole team’s performance.

What had been a brilliant stage instantly dropped to seventy percent.

Even so, Xie Yuqian and Han Yu’s fans were oblivious, shouting their names wildly as if blind.

After the dance ended, the applause and likes were tallied.

Despite the misstep, Xie Yuqian still earned the most likes in the session—4,143 out of 6,000 valid likes on site.

Backstage.

Zhang Henge took the stage.

“Good luck!” Liao Yuan encouraged him.

Zhang Henge was momentarily surprised, then smiled. “Brother Liao, I’m a bit flattered! You actually spoke to me first.”

Liao Yuan nodded but said nothing more.

An oppressive awkwardness filled the air.

Zhang Henge quickly turned and stepped onto the stage.

“He’s got quite the ego…”

The crew whispered quietly. But knowing Liao Yuan’s connection to Director Fu, their voices dropped even lower.

“Could Liao Yuan be Director Fu’s brother-in-law?”

“Definitely. Didn’t you see how attentive Miss Fu was? Ah, I envy those handsome guys.”

“You’re probably mistaken. Liao Yuan isn’t just handsome; he’s incredibly talented. He wrote ‘Ghost Blowing Out the Light,’ ‘If There Is Another Life,’ and ‘Nobody’…”

“Wow, so he’s Mei Qi Liao’s brother?”

“Could have relied on looks, but he chose to rely on talent instead…”

“Why do I feel this guy’s such a show-off? He’s several years younger than me but dares to challenge Han Yu? I don’t believe he’s not nervous…”

“So calm? I bet he’s the reincarnation of the King of Arrogance!”

“No, he’s even more formidable—the legendary King of Kings of Arrogance!”

“Ha, Old Wang, you really are something…”