Her movements slowed, then stopped, and finally, she slumped to the ground like a puppet whose springs had unwound.
Good heavens, little did she know, all that luggage contained were a few tattered, ancient rags, unfit to be seen, let alone worn! Forget designer brands or luxury goods, there wasn't even a single decent piece of clothing in there!
Most importantly, her bank cards and passport were still with Wang Wansan! Without them, she was virtually immobilized.
For a long time, Liu Jia's mind was a complete blank. A dull, gray, snowy blank. She felt as though her thoughts had frozen, her brain had turned to stone.
Wang Wansan, what on earth did he mean? What was he trying to do? Was he mad, or was she?
Last night, they had been entangled in bed; last night, he had sworn that if she pleased him, he would give her everything she desired; last night, he had promised to protect her, to help her rise again and reclaim her glory.
Were all those words just lies? Did he see her as a fool to be summoned and dismissed at will?
Willow Jia, unsteady and distraught, got up from the ground, walked to the front door again, and banged on it with all her might, screaming hysterically, "Wang Wansan, you bastard! What do you want? Why are you hiding in the villa? Speak clearly, come out!
She shouted for a long time, but no one responded. Passersby, however, kept turning their heads, looking at Liu Jia with disdain, and whispering amongst themselves in hushed tones.
Finally, Liu Jia gave up shouting. Exhausted, she collapsed amidst her luggage and covered her face, weeping.
As tears welled up and spilled out, an idea suddenly flashed in her mind—No, she couldn't give up like this! She certainly couldn't be driven out so inexplicably and without reason. She had to find Wang Wansan and demand an explanation face-to-face.
Where would Wang Wansan be at this moment? In an instant, Liu Jia had her answer.
He must be in his private room! She had to go find him!
Liu Jia rummaged through her bag. Fortunately, Director Wang had given her some money when she left the set earlier. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have had the fare to find Wang Wansan.
She hailed a taxi at random and sped towards Wang Wansan's private room. In the taxi, she hurriedly took out her phone and called Wang Wansan, but after seven or eight attempts, he didn't pick up.
To be precise, he didn't "pick up"; he directly hung up on her. Liu Jia gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly, "This scumbag! What is he trying to do? I will confront him and get clarity today."
Wang Wansan's private room was on the top floor of a five-star hotel. Although the hotel's exterior appeared impeccably respectable, it secretly harbored many illicit dealings.
Liu Jia had long heard rumors of these matters. The "dirty deals" hidden within this hotel were common knowledge in the industry, no longer a secret.
Normally, besides staying at home, Wang Wansan's favorite place was his private room.
Liu Jia had always turned a blind eye.
She knew her status and position, and she understood that she was merely Wang Wansan's bed warmer. Therefore, she had never interfered in his private life, nor had she ever come to this place. So, when she pushed open the door to the private room, she was immediately stunned by the scene before her.
The room, which should have been well-lit, was covered by thick curtains, sealed tight, allowing no light from outside to penetrate. The entire room was plunged into a dim gloom.
From Liu Jia's perspective, she couldn't clearly see who was in the room, only smell the overpowering scent of smoke and beer. The strong smell of smoke and alcohol mingled together, forming an extremely foul stench.
Liu Jia almost vomited, but she gritted her teeth and stepped forward.
She walked a few steps slowly, fumbling for the light switch.
Then, what appeared before her eyes was a table laden with scattered dishes, a floor littered with wine bottles, cigarette butts, and food scraps. On the wine-red leather sofas, a pile of figures lay sprawled.
Among them was Wang Wansan, his upper body bare, his beer belly protruding, his face flushed. He had a scantily clad young woman in his left arm and a foreign woman with a voluptuous figure and blonde hair in his right, looking intimate and affectionate.
Anger surged through her. She rushed to Wang Wansan in three strides, her body trembling, and roared, "Wang Wansan, answer me! What do you mean by all this?"
Wang Wansan lazily glanced up at her, yawned carelessly, and waved his hand, saying, "What do I mean? Aren't you asking the obvious? Do you want me to spell it out?"
The women in his arms looked at Liu Jia with smirks and whispered something to each other. Liu Jia couldn't hear clearly, but she was still furious.
She pulled out her phone from her bag, waved it in front of Wang Wansan, and grumbled angrily, "You're having a grand time, aren't you? Not answering my calls and doing such inexplicable things. I won't leave until you explain yourself today."
Although Liu Jia was already notorious, she still cared about her reputation.
Besides her and Wang Wansan, there were so many unfamiliar "ladies" in this private room. It was awkward for her to openly mention that her luggage had been thrown out, so she could only refer to it as "inexplicable things."
Unexpectedly, Wang Wansan disregarded her feelings entirely and stated bluntly, "Throwing out your luggage and not answering your calls. Isn't it clear enough what I mean? I want you to get lost!"
Hearing Wang Wansan's words, Liu Jia's face instantly turned a shade of green and then pale.
She bit her lower lip and yelled hysterically, "You want me to get lost? What do you think you are? How dare you tell me to get lost! Ha, acting all righteous and proper! Look at yourself, all you're good for is 'playing with women,' aren't you?"
Wang Wansan glanced at her sideways, unable to suppress a laugh. As he laughed, the fat on his face jiggled wildly.
"Heh heh, don't forget you're also a woman, and a rotten, stinking one at that!" He scanned the "ladies" around them and added, "You're not even as good as these women."
Liu Jia became even more enraged upon hearing this. Her hair stood on end, and she began to curse loudly, but Wang Wansan completely ignored her existence, continuing to flirt and play with the beauties in his arms.
This man deserved to die! If she could, she would strangle him with her own hands! Send him to the eighteenth level of hell!
Seeing that Wang Wansan was completely ignoring her, Liu Jia's anger intensified. She clenched her fists, feeling the blood boiling throughout her body.