The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 32.2

But this time, Song Mingjiao used only one finger to easily push away He Wang’s embrace.

Then, one by one, he fastened the buttons of his shirt. He straightened the collar bit by bit and tidied his waistband. All of that enticing, snowy skin was completely hidden away. He looked meticulous, untouchable, and beyond reach.

Then, Song Mingjiao said with a light laugh:

“Yes. I like it this way.”

The final episode of Heart Signals aired successfully. After consulting Song Mingjiao, the production team ultimately did not release the footage of everyone being drunk at the farewell dinner.

The heat on the day of the live stream was incredibly high. Once the edited version with post-production was released, it occupied over a dozen top spots on the trending searches.

The entertainment industry never lacked news. Whether good or bad, the public forgot easily.

For example, after the show concluded, the various guests had better developments in their respective fields.

Shang Xiaoxia’s new drama became a hit again, and she shed the labels of being a “resource player” with no acting skills. Gu Liang officially entered the industry. As for Xu Xi, it was heard that his subsequent research project received funding from a mysterious tycoon, allowing him to work without restraint.

Between the entertainment, lifestyle, and science news, even the most gossipy viewers gradually forgot about the former top star, Mo Qinan.

However, there was still one person who remembered him and seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kick him while he was down.

Today, Song Mingjiao brought neither He Wang nor Li Yuanhua, but Zhang Xuanzhan. Zhang Xuanzhan had been sent to handle Mo Qinan’s affairs during this time and had contributed greatly, though he couldn’t often be by Song Mingjiao’s side.

The two drove to Mo Qinan’s temporary new home. Because Mo Qinan was still under investigation, he was allowed to return home after several days of police questioning to await trial, but he remained under strict surveillance.

Due to his negative news, Mo Qinan was drowning in debt. His former mansion had been mortgaged, and all his valuables had been sold. Even so, it was hard to fill the hollow skeleton of his debts.

He had no choice but to shrink back like a rat in the sewers. His studio had long since disbanded, and no “fair-weather friends” dared to help him.

Now, Mo Qinan could only live in a very ordinary, old residential compound.

When Song Mingjiao arrived, he saw the dilapidated gate dirty, poor, and messy. Old wires were strung randomly, and the shouts of people from the market nearby made it chaotic.

For a moment, Song Mingjiao almost wanted to give up on his plan to mock him and just turn around and leave in disgust.

“President Song, are you still going in?” Zhang Xuanzhan was preparing to knock, but seeing Song Mingjiao’s disgusted expression, he asked hesitantly.

The system, which had been missing for a long time, suddenly popped up and gave a low warning in Song Mingjiao’s mind.

Host, think carefully. Do you know what the ‘character OOC (Out of Character)’ percentage is at right now?!

Song Mingjiao, who had been hesitating, laughed out loud. He pushed the door open without hesitation and replied, “No, I don’t want to know. I suggest you shut up.”

Creak.

“What are you still doing here?”

When Song Mingjiao walked into the room, he disgustedly found a place to stand amidst the pile of junk.

Mo Qinan no longer looked like his former self the arrogant, indifferent, “paragon of virtue” act. Instead, knowing his glory was gone and he would likely end up with a criminal record and hit rock bottom, he looked utterly decadent and hopeless.

“I came to see you off. Rest assured, this will be our last meeting. After this, with your level, you probably won’t have the chance to see me again.”

Fortunately, Song Mingjiao’s secretary had top-tier professional skills. Knowing Mo Qinan’s environment wouldn’t be good, he brought a portable chair and set it up for Song Mingjiao to sit on.

Song Mingjiao accepted it gracefully and sat comfortably in the only clean spot in the room. Looking down at him, he began to mock him and throw out harsh words:

“I’m curious. Even now, do you still not know where the root of the problem lies?”

Mo Qinan looked up. His hair was a mess, unlike when he used Song Mingjiao’s money to get it meticulously styled.

His voice was very hoarse not like He Wang’s hoarseness, but a hoarseness born of being destitute and underfed.

“What?”

Song Mingjiao didn’t hide his disgust at all. In front of outsiders, he was always the refined young master, but in front of Mo Qinan, he openly displayed his hatred.

“It’s because I can’t stand you,” Song Mingjiao said with a smile, sounding as if he had no choice. “I wanted to kick you away, but I didn’t want to be stuck to you again. So, I had to use a little bit of ‘means’ to make sure you could never get back up.”

Mo Qinan, who hadn’t eaten well for days, suddenly found a final burst of energy to rush forward, but he was blocked by the prepared Zhang Xuanzhan.

Mo Qinan’s eyes glared at Song Mingjiao, bloodshot and bulging, looking terrifyingly unhinged:

“It was you! Song Mingjiao! You did all of this! You leaked the tax information and the funding info to the police! You’re the reason I’m going to prison!”

Song Mingjiao laughed. He laughed so hard he could barely stand straight because the man in front of him was too stupid and used such low-level tactics that they weren’t even on the same level.

He was very satisfied to see Mo Qinan break down. His crisp laughter echoed in the filthy little room.

“Of course it was me. But if you hadn’t done those things yourself, I wouldn’t have been able to frame you, right? After all, I’m not as uncultured as you. Even if I torture someone, I do it based on evidence.”

Song Mingjiao stooped down and whispered into Mo Qinan’s ear, “Also, those recordings you kept hearing? I sent them all to you. Did you enjoy listening to them?”

Now, Mo Qinan was beyond furious. “You really did sleep with someone else! You—!”

Before Mo Qinan could finish his profanity, Song Mingjiao’s face went cold. He ordered Zhang Xuanzhan, “Dislocate his jaw. This is my stage now; I don’t want to hear him speak.”

Mo Qinan twitched on the ground. Song Mingjiao’s body also trembled strangely, but he quickly suppressed it.

Song Mingjiao’s laughter lowered. He propped his chin up with one hand. His fingertips were white, his nails digging into his flesh to leave crescent marks, as if he were enduring pain. His voice shook slightly, but he didn’t let anyone notice, finishing his final threat perfectly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hire a good lawyer for you. They’ll make sure you accept the full judgment of the law without leaving you a shred of hope. I will also work hard to develop that company you once looked down on. I’ll make sure that even if you get out of prison and try to re-enter the industry, you’ll be blacklisted everywhere. You’re welcome.”

“I hope you understand before you get out exactly how you offended me. Goodbye forever.”

Song Mingjiao left these words with a smile, instructed Zhang Xuanzhan to have people “take good care” of him, and turned to leave this place he would never set foot in again.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, the system’s announcement rang in his head.

[Ding—Host’s ‘Insecure Persona’ has reached 95% OOC. Please pay high attention. The system will no longer be responsible for any uncontrollable situations that may occur.]

Song Mingjiao waved a hand, letting Zhang Xuanzhan go to the car first while he walked slowly along the road.

“Is it that you won’t be responsible? Or that you no longer have the power to control it?”

[Host, what do you mean?] The system paused for a moment before answering, its voice filled with hidden panic.

“Nothing. System, I thought you had been quiet lately because you finally recognized the situation. Turns out you were holding back for something big. You used that electric shock again just now, didn’t you? What did you want? Did you want me to look pathetic in front of Mo Qinan? Too bad; I didn’t give you what you wanted.”

“If I’m not mistaken, whether I finish the task to 100% or I break the persona to 100%, I should be able to leave this world, right?”

“Meaning, the ending is right in front of me. And you have no power to stop me. You can only use these tiny, insignificant, base methods that can’t affect me at all to try and block my path.”

[Host—you!]

Song Mingjiao laughed again. “Oh, I just said it randomly. Looks like I guessed right again. I wonder if leaving the world without finishing the task will affect your performance review? What a shame. But I’m so happy, what can I do?”

The system went silent. It seemed to realize that Song Mingjiao’s departure was no longer within its control.

Just then, Song Mingjiao reached the car and sat inside.

Zhang Xuanzhan opened his notebook, pushed up his glasses, and asked, “President Song, are we going home? Or to the office?”

Song Mingjiao leaned comfortably against the soft seat. “No, let’s go buy a bed.”

Zhang Xuanzhan: “Huh?”

“Buy a big bed. Yeah… one big enough for three people to play on.”

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