This day, when lunch was ready, Ding Mama went to call her daughter downstairs to eat. Seeing her daughter’s listless appearance, Ding Papa couldn’t help but sigh.
“Just do your best in some things, but don’t be like that Ye Yun. That’s losing the wife and losing the soldiers. You should come back and spend good time with your mother and me.”
At first, Ding Muyu didn’t pay much attention. After swallowing a bite of food, she came to her senses, “Who is that Ye Yun? What happened?”
“That was before you returned to China. At that time, Sheng Chenjin had not yet chosen the current woman as his fiancée, but there were already some developments.”
Then, Ding Papa truthfully narrated the previous events to his daughter. Because he was worried about his daughter’s affairs before, he also inquired about Ye Yun’s matters.
Knowing that Ye Yun was now confined to working in an unscrupulous small film studio, Ding Papa already felt relieved about his daughter’s current situation.
Sheng Chenjin didn’t act cruelly towards her. Either her daughter wasn’t too obvious, or Sheng Chenjin still remembered their past feelings and didn’t go too far.
If it were like Ye Yun, then the two old people might really not be able to live on.
“So, since you can’t succeed, then forget it. With our excellent conditions, it’s not difficult to find a satisfactory husband in China. We are so excellent, it’s not like we have to have Sheng Chenjin,” Ding Mama complained from the side, with a bit of the sour grapes attitude.
On the other side of the dining table, Ding Muyu, who was quietly eating, did not think so. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. She had no helper after returning to China. It seemed that this Ding Muyu could be a pawn she could use.
That afternoon, Ding Muyu dressed up beautifully and headed to the small film studio her father mentioned from memory. The elderly couple watched their daughter regain her former radiance and were happy.
They thought their daughter had taken their advice from noon, never expecting her to go find Ye Yun.
As soon as she parked her car outside the studio, Ding Muyu began to feel uneasy. When she entered the studio, from the security guards to the staff inside, none of them looked like proper people.
Either they were disheveled and slovenly, or they looked lewd, and female staff were rarely seen. For a woman to be assigned to such a place, Sheng Chenjin was truly ruthless.
Because she was eager to win over Ye Yun, she didn’t feel much anger. In her mind, she selectively forgot Ye Yun drugging Sheng Chenjin.
Upon entering the studio, the environment inside was even more appalling. The decoration was crude, and the models had no assistants at all; they had to do everything themselves.
The small factory was filled with the director’s scolding, either urging the models to hurry up or complaining about the lighting.
The sign outside read “Lingerie Advertising Shoot Location,” but to Ding Muyu, it looked more like a location for adult magazines.
Hiding in a dark corner, a few pieces of cloth were simply made into a photo studio, and the props had been used an unknown number of times.
Deformation was a minor issue; the mottled marks on them made Ding Muyu hesitant to imagine what it had experienced before.
Although the models were all wearing lingerie, any model who entered the photo studio did not have their clothes on completely.
She had searched for Ye Yun’s information online before, and when she was searching, she also saw the news mentioned by her father related to Sheng Chenjin.
However, the news only mentioned a conflict with Sheng Chenjin but did not mention how the matter was resolved in the end, nor did any information point to the unbearable work Ye Yun was doing now.
The surrounding environment did not make Ding Muyu worry about the consequences of continuing her actions, but rather, she felt a bit excited. Here she could find her partner.
With an ally and help, she could achieve greater things. Thinking of this, Ding Muyu forgot all her inhibitions and only thought of finding this Ye Yun.
Victory was within reach. When Ding Muyu entered the studio, she didn’t greet anyone and swaggered in with her phone, looking for Ye Yun in this crude studio.
Soon, she attracted the attention of the security staff. Although this studio was registered, it looked like the kind of small studio that would be shut down if exposed, so they were very vigilant.
They had always been worried that there would be reporters among the visitors who would expose them. Although this had happened before, for some reason, after the boss gave instructions, no reporters dared to come to these places openly. But Ding Muyu’s appearance today aroused suspicion, and several burly men quickly surrounded her.
“What are you doing here?”
Ding Muyu was startled by the sudden questioning at first. After turning around, she saw these rough-looking men.
She sneered, “I’m looking for someone.”
She held out her phone to these men. The men looked at each other, and none of them knew who the person in the phone was.
“We are the security guards here, not the management. We don’t know the person in your phone at all. Please leave here immediately, otherwise…”
As he spoke, several men moved closer, but Ding Muyu remained still, smiling, “Then find your person in charge. I want to talk to him.”
The leader was instantly bewildered. Such a studio was enough to make any woman shy away, but this woman not only broke in alone but also insisted on seeing the person in charge.
“I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave after you meet him,” the man said mockingly.
“Whether you can leave or not is not up to you,” Ding Muyu didn’t want to waste more time with them. She opened her wallet and handed a few bills to the leader.
The man took the money, counted it, and then looked up. Ding Muyu still had an unflustered demeanor. He accepted the money and said, “Alright, follow me.”
The man led her to a room on the second floor, which could probably be called an office. It looked a little better than the photo studio downstairs, but compared to a proper office, it was still unbearable.
At the corner of the room were piled various revealing lingerie. The posters on the wall were also daunting. The only thing that looked like an office was a desk at the back of the room with a computer and a phone.
The remaining space was occupied by various adult magazines. There was a man in the room smoking, staring intently at the computer screen with a lewd smile.