The official lawyer's letter trembling in Sekiya Shinji's hand was sent directly by the drama's executive production team.
The document explicitly claimed that due to a violent, unprovoked physical assault on set, the lead actor—the beloved eight-year-old child star, Xiao Leige—had suffered "severe, irreversible psychological and physical trauma." Consequently, they were demanding that Sekiya pay a staggering total of 18.65 million yuan in immediate damages to compensate for various production delays and medical losses!
The entire incident was, in truth, incredibly simple.
Tang Youyou had recently experienced a rare stroke of luck, successfully signing a contract to play the second female lead in an upcoming television drama. It should have been a triumphant milestone for her career, but the foolish woman had managed to violently offend the arrogant male lead, Brother Lei, on the very first day of filming!
Although Xiao Leige was only eight years old, he had debuted as a pampered child star and commanded immense influence within the domestic entertainment industry. Even the director and executive producers on set had to constantly flatter and kiss the brat's ass.
While such sycophancy might appear to violently violate core societal morals, this was simply the brutal, unvarnished reality of the world. In this era, absolute power, liquid capital, and social status were the only variables that truly mattered; all the preachings of ethics, etiquette, and character were merely fairy tales invented to keep the lower class compliant.
Tang Youyou had brought this catastrophe entirely upon herself by stubbornly putting on airs and trying to teach the male lead a lesson. She got exactly what she deserved: she was instantly stripped of her contract, demoted from second female lead, and forced to work as a lowly janitor cleaning the filthy toilets on set.
As a struggling, low-tier actress who had spent ten grueling years playing nameless, disposable extras, Tang Youyou should have long since become desensitized to the brutal, unspoken rules of the film industry.
Yet, whether this woman was biologically dim-witted or her mind was simply a muddled, romantic mess, she still naively believed that as long as she possessed "pristine acting skills," she would eventually become a celebrated star. It was truly a mystery what kind of toxic, delusional chicken soup she had been feeding herself.
Besides, even if one were to argue about pure, raw acting talent, the gold standard was Stephen Chow. Tang Youyou was merely a nobody extra who constantly suffered from "director's syndrome," illegally rewriting scripts on set to add unnecessary, dramatic deaths to her own minor roles. Did she genuinely believe she was someone of supreme artistic significance?
Therefore, her current professional ruin deserved absolutely zero human sympathy. If a parasite wants to survive inside the capitalist machine, they are legally required to play by the machine's rules, aren't they?
Of course, if you possess the absolute, terrifying political power to force the entire industry to rewrite its rules specifically for your convenience—much like Adrian Li—then you can do whatever you please. But what right did a penniless, powerless, and disposable extra like Tang Youyou have to go head-to-head with a multi-million-yuan male lead?
Instead of accepting their place in the hierarchy, her hot-tempered Japanese boyfriend, Sekiya Shinji, had stormed onto the closed set. He had grabbed the eight-year-old star, Xiao Leige, and subjected him to a humiliating, physical beating.
Honestly, watching this specific scenario play out in reality only triggered a deep, boiling surge of anger.
It was bad enough that Tang Youyou had chosen a Japanese boyfriend, but the absolute, ridiculous level of social privilege this foreign cartoonist enjoyed everywhere in Shanghai was simply outrageous.
The simplest, most undeniable logic was this: if Sekiya Shinji were not a Japanese citizen, but merely an ordinary, working-class local resident, would he have ever possessed the sheer, suicidal audacity to slap the bare ass of a top-tier celebrity's golden child on a professional set?
Let alone physically assaulting the boy, if a common citizen had merely muttered a few harsh, critical words about the child star online, they would have been doxed, terrorized, and psychologically driven to suicide by the millions of brainless, fanatical idol worshippers protecting their master!
Yet Sekiya, after violently beating a child, had shown absolutely zero remorse or fear. It was truly astonishing how untouchable foreign citizens could be under certain administrative systems!
But the wind had finally shifted.
While it was true that foreigners were treated like protected nobility in common municipal offices, their "privilege cards" were less than trash when compared to the absolute, terrifying authority of the true Celestial Dragons of the state.
Thanks to the swift, dark interventions of Adrian Li's shadow fixer, Mr. Yi, the pampered child star Xiao Leige had been immediately transferred to a highly secure, private ICU suite. Backed by Adrian's political weight, the boy's agent and the production company's legal counsel had drafted a catastrophic lawsuit, slapping Sekiya with the 18.65 million yuan demand.
Because of Sekiya's foreign status, the local police department couldn't simply drag him into a subterranean cell and beat a confession out of him without triggering a massive diplomatic incident. However, bleeding him dry through the absolute, crushing machinery of the civil courts was entirely within protocol.
"I only lightly slapped his little butt a few times!" Sekiya Shinji roared in pure, unadulterated panic, his face turning pale as he waved the lawsuit in the air. "How the hell is he severely injured and locked inside the intensive care unit?! This is a scam! This is an absolute, corrupt shakedown!"
"Sekiya... are you absolutely certain you were being gentle?" Tang Youyou asked, her voice trembling with deep doubt. "I was standing right there watching you beat Xiao Leige yesterday, and it honestly looked like you were swinging with your full, cartoon-drawing strength!"
"Okay, fine! Even if I deployed a fraction of my physical strength, how could a few simple spanks on the ass cause a life-threatening internal injury?!" Sekiya muttered, his voice dropping as his confidence wavered under the terrifying weight of the legal demand.
"Well... perhaps we should hire a professional defense lawyer of our own. I don't comprehend any of these complex administrative codes!" Tang Youyou sighed, staring at the dense, threatening paragraphs of the document.
"Then I will call Zhang Wei immediately! He is a licensed defense lawyer living right across the hall!" Sekiya declared, quickly pulling out his smartphone to dial the number.
"Wait! Stop!"
Tang Youyou frantically slapped his hand down, her eyes wide with deep anxiety. "Are you out of your mind? Are you seriously planning to trust our lives to Zhang Wei?"
"What is the issue? Isn't Zhang Wei technically a registered lawyer?"
"Think about it carefully, Sekiya!" Tang Youyou hissed. "In the last several criminal lawsuits Zhang Wei actually managed to fight... did a single one of his clients walk away with a good ending? His last defense client was literally executed by a firing squad, and the one before that got thrown into a maximum-security prison! If we hire him, we are practically signing our own death warrants!"
Sekiya's hand froze over the screen. He swallowed hard as the terrifying memories of Zhang Wei's disastrous legal record flooded his mind. "Then... what do we do? Who can we possibly contact to fight an 18 million yuan lawsuit?"
"I think we need to look outside our immediate circle," Tang Youyou suggested thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "I remember seeing a highly professional advertisement a few days ago. There is an incredibly brilliant, highly accomplished legal firm in the district led by a master lawyer named Zhuge!"
"Lawyer Pig Brother?" Sekiya blinked in confusion, his Japanese accent butchering the pronunciation. "Is his official family name truly 'Pig Brother'?"
"It is Zhuge, you idiot! Not 'Pigsy'! The Zhuge of the legendary historical strategist, Zhuge Liang!"
"Ah! I comprehend!" Sekiya's eyes lit up, and he let out a relieved laugh. "That sounds incredibly auspicious and powerful; the man is actually a direct descendant of Zhuge Liang! He will definitely be able to destroy this scam!"
While the two clueless lovers were celebrating their impending legal salvation, a far more intense physical contemplation was occurring in the adjacent apartment.
Hu Yifei lay flat on her bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling in a state of complete, unfocused daze.
This was the absolute first time in her entire life that she had ever completely lost her physical and mental composure in front of a male. Especially when she recalled the raw sensation of Adrian Li's massive, rock-hard cock pressing firmly against her lower back on the training mat, Yifei felt every single athletic muscle in her body violently stiffen with a phantom heat.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! What the hell am I thinking!"
Feeling as though that thick, heavy pillar of flesh was still physically pressing into her lower spine, Yifei rapidly spat twice into her pillow, desperately trying to purge the explicit images from her mind.
'But it was so incredibly, obscenely large... it simply must be a fake!'
Yifei held her hands up in the dim light of her bedroom, trying to mimic the exact, massive circumference of the object she had grabbed. She realized with a flush of heat that her palms were physically unable to cover the estimated area.
Having practically raised her younger brother, Lu Zhanbo, from infancy, she was entirely familiar with the biological structures of the male reproductive system. Furthermore, with the modern internet being so highly developed, anyone who naively assumed a mature, independent university professor was as clueless about sex as an ancient virgin was completely out of their mind!
However, based on all her academic and practical knowledge, a normal man's erect cock was, at its absolute peak, roughly the size of a standard O-ring formed by folding a thumb and index finger together.
But the thick, scorching weapon she had firmly gripped that afternoon? It was literally thicker than a steel can of premium coconut juice! Such dimensions were physically impossible for a human being!
'Yes, that explains everything!' Yifei convinced herself, a sense of relief washing over her. 'No wonder my martial reflexes immediately registered that terrifying object as a sheathed dagger!'
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