CHAPTER 164: CHAPTER 159: THE NATURE OF CHANGE

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Audience on site, please call me Chong Chong.

Tonight is lonely, I want to chat with you.

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A girl with a fit body, six-pack abs, dreadlocks on her head, and a nose ring was holding a wine bottle in one hand and a support stick in the other, dancing wildly in Lan Yening’s bedroom.

Mingled with multicolored light bulbs hanging all over his body, Chen Jianfeng was also swaying his own figure, his deliberately styled burgundy long hair billowing like silk in the wind.

Another girl with fair skin, short golden hair, sweet looks, and a full figure was also swaying her body to the beat of the music.

The overwhelming mix of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled the small space, a chaotic aura enveloping the entire bedroom.

The girl with dreadlocks noticed someone coming through the door and let out a burp, thick with alcohol.

Her colored contacts-filled eyes radiated unchecked primal instinct.

When she finally saw Lan Yening’s face clearly, her purple lipstick-covered mouth split open in a wide grin, revealing eerily white porcelain teeth—like a beast ready to devour its prey.

"Haha! Haha! Damn! Little Puppy Face is pretty seductive, huh? Come here, let sis blow your mind!"

The girl spoke as she moved like a manic cobra, twisting her body and lunging towards Lan Yening.

Her gaze was already unfocused, and a string of drool hung from the corner of her mouth.

Lan Yening felt a wave of nausea and turned to leave.

"Our big star is back, hahaha! Hahaha! The mightiest one in the entire company! Come on, join us! These two gals are as ferocious as leopards," shouted Chen Jianfeng, his ruggedly handsome face animated.

Lan Yening felt utterly speechless.

This Chen Jianfeng used to be a soccer player from a poor family.

He worked at a club for a while to pay for his sick mother’s treatment before being scouted by the company and added to this group.

But after gaining a bit of fame, he became utterly shameless—seducing fans, messing around with fan site admins, hooking up through apps, his antics were ridiculously wild.

Worst of all, he often shared videos of himself having sex with the girls he tricked into his bed, especially college students. Even in the videos, he wouldn’t pixelate himself. One clip almost leaked; the company spent a fortune cleaning up the mess.

The girl with dreadlocks, seeing her porcelain doll escaping, became agitated in her drug-fueled haze and sprang up, leaping onto Lan Yening’s back.

"Come on! Stop pretending to be shy. You can have me for free, and you’re still not taking it? Normally, touching me costs a minimum of fifty thousand!"

The fire already raging within Lan Yening’s heart boiled over. He didn’t hesitate, grabbed her by the hair, and tossed her back into the bedroom.

Clangs and crashes erupted; the sound of numerous objects being smashed filled the air.

"Damn! Go die, you filthy glass*! So useless..."

The dreadlock-wearing girl cursed furiously inside the room after taking the heavy blow.

Chen Jianfeng and the short-haired girl dissolved into wild, uninhibited laughter.

"This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Why am I still here, stuck with these animals?" Lan Yening thought to himself amidst the relentless shouting as he passed through the chaos, from the second floor to the third—with no place offering even a moment of peace.

When he passed by Li Nian’s room.

He saw a woman with a "Flowers and Snakes" tattoo across her back, playing games with Li Nian.

The initially muscular Li Nian had tossed aside his wig, and on his bald head, he wore massive white bunny ears.

On his rugged, masculine face, thick layers of foundation had been applied; hairy legs encased in tall white stockings with blue stripes; chunky white shoes on his feet, he called out to the woman, "Mom, I was wrong!"

Lan Yening couldn’t bear to look and couldn’t bear to listen—he had to get away. At the same time, he called his manager to pick him up.

"Xiao Ning, don’t bother with those people." A gentle voice sounded in his ear, accompanied by the pleasant whiff of cologne.

This was his manager, Lu Tianxiang, a veteran who had been navigating the entertainment circle for five years. With tough family backing, his resources were impressive.

Zhang Shuya had spent a great amount of effort to get him to manage Lan Yening.

"Why are they like this? They’re not even that famous!" Lan Yening shook his head.

"Heh, they’ve always been like that," Lu Tianxiang said with a sunny and handsome smile.

"Brother Lu, what about the show the day after tomorrow? There’s no way they’d be able to rehearse after going this crazy tonight."

Lu Tianxiang smirked coldly in response to Lan Yening’s words: "If they want to play this badly, then let them play all they want! You’ll perform solo for the show the day after."

"This... Isn’t that a bit inappropriate, Brother Lu?"

"What’s inappropriate? This opportunity is something I fought for. That group of trash is beyond saving, but it doesn’t mean they’ll drag you down with them!"

"But, Sister Shuya..."

Lan Yening deliberately brought up Zhang Shuya, fully aware that she wouldn’t object but choosing to subtly sow discord between the two.

"Xiao Ning, don’t worry. I’ll handle Shuya," Lu Tianxiang said, patting Lan Yening gently on the leg as he spoke.

Lan Yening’s expression didn’t change, but a wave of disgust churned within. He knew about Lu Tianxiang’s preferences and had uncovered some of his unspeakable secrets.

From Zhang Shuya to Lu Tianxiang, and every other person he’d encountered within this industry, not a single one of them was decent. Beneath their dazzling exterior lay filth unimaginable to ordinary people.

As they drove toward the hotel, the program "Heavenly Idol" was in full swing.

Two performances unfolded one after the other. Fu Xiaoyu, watching the crowded audience through the monitor in the waiting room, felt a completely different tension upon stepping out on stage.

The close-up sound of fans shouting her name was waves crashing upon her ears.

However, as she saw Meng Meixuan stepping onto the stage, a hint of worry crossed her face. She knew too well her rival’s popularity and skills.

Meng Meixuan shared the same concern.

In her view, Fu Xiaoyu’s group was just as strong as hers.

Wu Zixuan’s recent downfall was still fresh in memory. Everything depended on fate!

"Ready?" Long Zitao shouted loudly.

The audience instantly roared back, "Ready!"

The six performers struck fiery poses, their eyes smoldering as dazzling beams of light shone upon them.

Their performance began with a song: "Don’t Like Me If You Won’t Be Wild."

The song was positioned as provocative and hot. Unfortunately, the other team had already opted for bright red costumes to match their theme. To avoid matching, this group went for a fresher look with white and blue tones.

Fu Xiaoyu, the center position, wore a sparkly jacket over an ultra-short denim skirt paired with pure white sneakers, showcasing her stunningly long legs to perfection.

The moment the group appeared, and the music kicked in, waves of cheers erupted from the audience.