Now Ran Ting saw the joyous expression on Weng Hanzhi's face, she felt that Weng Hanzhi was showing off to her arrogantly. The gaze Weng Hanzhi shot over felt like a knife scraping her.
Of course Weng Hanzhi also saw the other party.
After all, Weng Hanzhi was Zhong Ruanxing's senior colleague in the company. Ran Ting ignored her provocation and politely greeted, "Sister Weng, hello."
Weng Hanzhi crossed her arms arrogantly and walked in front of her. She looked the naive and immature intern up and down with undisguised contempt: "You're really capable, even convincing the aloof Zhong Ruanxing."
Ran Ting was confused for a moment: "What?"
Weng Hanzhi let out a cold laugh, her eyes sarcastic: "Pretending to be a chaste maiden in front of me. I thought she was so principled, turns out she's just as cheap. How was it? When Zhong Ruanxing was in bed, were you guarding the door for her outside?"
Ran Ting finally understood what she was talking about. Her face flushed red instantly, wishing she could rush up and tear Weng Hanzhi apart: "How dare you spew nonsense! Ruanxing didn't do anything, she got the endorsement purely based on her ability. If you keep talking nonsense I'll sue you for defamation!"
Weng Hanzhi laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke: "Ability? What ability does Zhong Ruanxing have? Oh, I see, her greatest ability is being very good in bed, otherwise how could she have gotten..."
Before she finished speaking, Ran Ting screamed and slapped her. The two started fighting.
After all, she was just a newbie who had just entered society. She couldn't hold back when provoked, only thinking of defending her artist, disregarding any consequences.
Weng Hanzhi was completely caught off guard by the intern's slap. By the time she reacted, her hair had been grabbed and pulled, as if trying to rip her scalp off. She screamed in pain.
The conflict happened in the hallway. Earlier when they were verbally sparring, onlookers were watching for entertainment. Now that it became physical, people rushed over to separate them.
When they were pulled apart, Ran Ting still had some of Weng Hanzhi's hair in her hand.
Weng Hanzhi sucked in air from the pain. Her gaze at Ran Ting was murderous. "Just you wait!"
Ran Ting was fearless. Although her face was bruised, she spoke firmly: "Go ahead and wait! If you keep spewing nonsense I'll hit you again!"
Weng Hanzhi saw black from anger. She almost fainted. She had never been so humiliated before. Her colleagues were all around witnessing this farce. Although she was usually pampered by Cheng Xitian, seeing her current pathetic state, their eyes were full of schadenfreude.
Weng Hanzhi glared at her viciously: "Helping her fight, you think you'll get what kind of outcome? You don't think you can continue being her agent, do you?" Saying this, she suddenly felt much better and laughed maliciously: "The career planning meeting for artists, agents must attend. Zhong Ruanxing went to the meeting right? How come she didn't call you?"
Ran Ting's expression changed, recalling the phone call from earlier.
President Rong had specifically told Ruanxing to attend alone on the call.
Ran Ting finally understood the implication. She couldn't deny feeling upset, but then she thought, with her experience and qualifications, she indeed had no right to continue as Ruanxing's agent. She shouldn't covet what didn't belong to her either.
Seeing Ran Ting silent, Weng Hanzhi laughed arrogantly like a victorious rooster: "Helping her fight, while she meets with her new agent, you're so pathetic..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw a familiar figure emerge from the elevator in the distance.
Song Jinxing had come down.
Seeing the crowd gathered in the hallway, his gaze landed on Ran Ting's bruised face at first glance.
He frowned and strode over. "What's going on?"
Ran Ting moved her lips but couldn't get any words out. Weng Hanzhi next to her laughed smugly: "Ruanxing, tell your little agent, who's your new agent? I guess it's Cao Yu right?"
Ran Ting lowered her head, fingers clutching tightly at her clothes.
But she heard that voice she always trusted calmly state: "No change of agent. My agent is Ran Ting."
Ran Ting immediately raised her head. Her eyes were full of disbelief, yet also gleaming with joy.
She never doubted her artist's words. If she said no change, then there definitely wasn't!
Weng Hanzhi's smug expression froze. Even the onlookers were somewhat surprised. Someone couldn't help but speak up: "No change of agent? That's impossible right. The company wouldn't agree to let Ran Ting the intern manage you."
Song Jinxing ignored them and just told Ran Ting: "Let's go."
Ran Ting immediately followed him away.
Weng Hanzhi's chest heaved as she shouted viciously: "Don't go! She hit me, I'm calling the police!"
Song Jinxing glanced back at her indifferently: "Go ahead. But my agent is also injured quite badly. Mutual combat is considered both parties at fault by law." He paused. "It seems my agent's injuries are slightly more severe. I will request an examination of the injuries."
Indeed, Ran Ting's face was bruised and her arms clawed. It did look more serious.
But Weng Hanzhi's main injury was her scalp, completely invisible. Also, Ran Ting had no fighting experience. Other than the initial slap, she was actually at a greater disadvantage during the scuffle.
There were no clear boundaries for determining fault in fights by law. Unless she just stood there passively taking hits, currently Ran Ting's injuries appeared worse than hers. Even if she called the police, it would still be classified as mutual combat, and she wouldn't get recourse.
Although she seemed to have won the fight, Weng Hanzhi didn't feel happy at all. Ran Ting's initial slap had shattered the dignity and prestige she had built up over many years.
Even a new intern dared to hit her like this. Who would still respect her in the future?
But she was utterly helpless. The current Zhong Ruanxing was no longer the same. She was the company's darling. This humiliation could only be forcibly swallowed.
Weng Hanzhi stared resentfully at those two retreating figures, clenching her fists tightly.
On the other side, Duan Mangyun, who had watched the whole fracas from start to finish, was also in a bad mood.
She was certainly happy to see Zhong Ruanxing and those around her shamed, but it was obvious now that Zhong Ruanxing had emerged victorious. Recalling the rumors she had heard this morning, she still couldn't believe it.
How was it possible? How could the movie role from Director Zeng and the endorsement from Song Corporation have gone to her?
Having been friends with Zhong Ruanxing for so many years, she wasn't like the others. She didn't actually believe Zhong Ruanxing obtained those endorsements by sleeping around.
Zhong Ruanxing had too much pride. She would rather have no roles than compromise. She never yielded on principles, even if it meant breaking her legs she absolutely wouldn't kneel.
She often reminded herself not to take a wrong step into the mire. This was also why Duan Mangyun had kept herself pure all these years.
Could it really be like the rumors said, that her new agent's fortune shone on the artist, and she was becoming lucky now? It was understandable that the Song Corporation would notice her looks.
Duan Mangyun's mind was chaotic, filled with jealousy, dissatisfaction and helplessness. Until her agent Miao Gaojun called her back.
Miao Gaojun took one look at her expression and knew what she was thinking. He coldly warned: "What use is being jealous of her now? I told you to get along with her before. You insisted on exposing your weaknesses to her. Enough, restrain yourself. You won't necessarily be worse off than her next. I helped you get a spot on 'Return to Peach Blossom Spring'. Many people wanted that variety show spot but couldn't get it. Prepare well, don't make any more mistakes!"
