3965: A Perfect Match (161)

A Perfect Match (161)

As soon as he said this, Meng Hao was immediately dissatisfied. Even his tone became indifferent.0

"You're different now, Hua Jin. Now you're famous. But don't forget how you got here! You despise the unspoken rules, but don't you think your unbearable past is a stain that you'll never be able to erase? Do you think your past doesn't count now that you're famous? Ha! Hua Jin, she's just an assistant. Do you have to be so protective?"

The actor's face paled at that, and then he shot back, "Director Meng, let's stick to the facts. If you want to take advantage of my assistant, then you might as well get it out in the open. I won't oppose a consensual relationship between a man and a woman, but don't you think it's disgusting if you have to lie and use deception?"

Perhaps the use of the word "disgusting" infuriated Meng Hao. "Who's calling who disgusting! Who knows what kind of person your assistant is, pretending to be innocent? Since she wants to be part of this scene, doesn't she know how complicated it is? Why is she pretending to be innocent with me? Stop acting and get lost!"

The actor was thoroughly incensed by this. "If it weren't for people like you making up these rules of the industry, you think actors would want to be subjected to unspoken rules?"

One becomes too helpless in this circle. The hierarchy among actors and actresses and the newbies gradually breed a foul atmosphere. And it is these directors and capitalists who allow this ethos, leading to the widespread practice of unspoken rules by many, to make a name for themselves. And those who are truly capable but have principles are buried.

"Heh, don't make it sound so good! Aren't people like you just after fame and fortune? Isn't that what you want? To take advantage of others?"

"How pompous!"

"Okay, you've said enough!" Meng Hao interrupted him impatiently. "Hehe, people like you are at the bottom of this industry. People like you deserve to please us! Heh, no matter how glorious you are, you will be suppressed by us for the rest of your lives."

Then the line was disconnected. Clutching the phone, Hua Jin stood by the French window, shaking with rage.

Damn it!

People like you, no matter how glorious, will be suppressed by us for the rest of your lives.

Those words cut like a knife.

The actor clenched his fists. The old scars in his heart had been ripped open, along with scabs and skin. He was a bloody mess.

"Hua Jin…" Liang Yin's weak voice suddenly came from behind.

The actor didn't dare turn around lest she saw him in such a sorry state.

Liang Yin was here to return the script when she heard Hua Jin arguing with someone through the door. Worried, she swiped the room key and heard him arguing with Meng Hao.

She felt especially upset when she heard that. For some reason, she felt her heart ache as she looked at Hua Jin's solitary silhouette. She walked over to him and carefully gripped his shoulder. "Hua Jin… are you all right?"

The actor shook his head. "I'm fine."

Liang Yin looked at him quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable. She recalled Qin Zhou's apparent heartache when he talked about the actor at breakfast that morning.

"Actually, I'm no longer taking on artistes, but Hua Jin is the only exception I make."

It was also from Qin Zhou that Liang Yin more or less understood Hua Jin's past.

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