Chapter 359 The Legend of Ximen Qing
Lu Chengwen had just finished dealing with Jiang Shihan, making her completely obedient, when a commotion arose outside the door.
"Move aside! This is our sister's dressing room!"
Zhao Gang said, "Who is your sister? Our President Lu is resting inside. No disturbances allowed."
"Are you out of your mind? The organizers assigned this room to our sister."
Lu Chengwen and Jiang Shihan quickly adjusted their clothes.
The noise outside grew louder and more intense. The organizers hurried over to mediate, asking Zhao Gang who he was and why he was preventing a top celebrity from entering her own dressing room…
The door swung open, and Lu Chengwen stepped out, dressed in a well-fitted suit.
The director in charge of the venue recognized Lu Chengwen instantly and was stunned on the spot. "Lu… Lu… President Lu… I-I'm so sorry… I… I hope we didn't disturb you?"
Lu Chengwen smiled faintly. "What do you think?"
"I… This…"
At that moment, a beautiful woman stepped forward. "President Lu, this is my private dressing room. I understand that you are a wealthy man, but I thought that someone wealthier than most would also be exceptional in character and manners. You…"
Lu Chengwen took one look at her and was completely shocked.
[Immortal Goddess!?]
The stunning female celebrity froze. "Who are you? What did you just say?"
Lu Chengwen was still in a daze.
[She looks even better in real life than in photos! No signs of plastic surgery, she seems completely natural!]
The female celebrity became furious and was about to speak when Lu Chengwen quickly said,
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry. I was just… a little tired and needed a place to rest. You… are absolutely right. I am precisely the type of person who excels in both immorality and rudeness. Especially in morality—I'm extremely skilled in morality."
By now, Jiang Shihan had finished tidying up and stepped out, blushing.
With a scene like this, there was no need to ask. Everyone understood.
Zhao Gang immediately said, "Everyone, please step aside, our President Lu is about to…"
The Immortal Goddess kept a stern face, staring at Lu Chengwen. She turned to her assistant and said, "Take out our belongings. Check if they are still clean—throw away anything that's been dirtied."
Her assistant, also displeased, glared at Lu Chengwen. "Yes, sister."
Lu Chengwen explained, "Everything is clean. Just a bit of a mess on the bed, but… I'll compensate you."
The Immortal Goddess looked at Lu Chengwen. "President Lu, in your eyes, money can solve everything. And indeed, that is often the case. I admire your capability and wealth. However, I am deeply disappointed in your character and personal conduct."
Her manager was on the verge of a breakdown. "Sister, please don't say that! President Lu… We sincerely apologize! My sister is just like this—she can be a little too straightforward sometimes. You're an important person, please don't take it to heart…"
The Immortal Goddess turned and shot him a glare.
Lu Chengwen burst into laughter. "It's fine, it's fine, I…"
Just then, another wave of commotion arose from behind. A large group of people arrived, making the already crowded backstage corridor even more packed.
Especially the bodyguards—they were acting extremely aggressive, practically shouting at everyone in their way.
"Move! Make way, Brother Bin is coming through!"
"Clear the way up front! Open a path for Brother Bin!"
"Where's the manager? Who's running backstage? Don't you know Brother Bin likes a quiet environment?"
A young girl—probably a backup dancer—was shoved so hard that she landed right at Lu Chengwen's feet.
Both Lu Chengwen and the Immortal Goddess bent down at the same time to help her up.
Lu Chengwen lifted the little girl and comforted her immediately. "Oh, there, there. It's okay, don't cry. Uncle will buy you candy later."
The bodyguards saw Zhao Gang blocking the way and tried to push him aside.
Would Zhao Gang put up with that!?
Forget about them just being bodyguards—even if that so-called Brother Bin himself stood here, Zhao Gang wouldn't feel even the slightest bit intimidated.
Because, in this world, there was no one more important than President Lu!
That was Zhao Gang's faith!
Especially now that Zhao Gang was completely different from before—he was an ancient martial artist!
Handling a few bodyguards was child's play.
With a single move, he slammed one of the bodyguards against the wall.
The scene descended into further chaos.
Lu Chengwen's forehead was breaking into a sweat. "Zhao Gang! Stop fighting! Manager, quickly disperse the crowd!"
The people behind kept pushing forward while the chaos at the front escalated. Zhao Gang was grappling with the bodyguards, and the whole area turned into a mess.
The squeezing grew more intense, and the Immortal Goddess was suddenly shoved off balance—falling straight into Lu Chengwen's arms.
Lu Chengwen was initially surprised, but when he saw the beauty in his embrace, he grinned, baring his teeth.
[Oh wow, she smells so good! And she's so soft!]
[The Immortal Goddess… in my arms! Wahaha!]
The Immortal Goddess was furious. She struggled to escape, but with so many people pushing and shoving, she couldn't break free.
Her assistant and manager had been lost in the crowd, desperately shouting, "Sister! Sister!"
Behind Lu Chengwen, his hand turned the doorknob. With the Immortal Goddess still in his arms, they stumbled straight into the dressing room where he had just battled Jiang Shihan.
Other dressing room doors nearby also opened, easing the congestion.
Lu Chengwen gently comforted the Immortal Goddess. "Immortal Goddess, are you okay? My name is Lu Chengwen. I'm a rich man—super rich."
The Immortal Goddess glared at him, broke free from his grasp, and walked further into the room.
Her assistant team and manager also entered.
At the same time, Zhao Gang also came in, along with a group of people Lu Chengwen didn't recognize.
Several bodyguards had bruised and swollen faces. Leading them was a man dressed in a flamboyant stage suit, who also stepped in.
Everyone greeted him with utmost reverence and respect, lowering their heads and looking at him seriously:
"Brother Bin, hello!"
"Mm."
Brother Bin swept his gaze across the room with authority and then landed on Zhao Gang. "Who are you? How dare you hit people backstage?"
Zhao Gang glared at him. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Brother Bin let out a cold snort. "You're finished. You better watch your back from now on."
Then he walked over to Fairy Sister. "Are you okay? I heard a commotion here and rushed over immediately. How are you? Are you hurt?"
Fairy Sister sighed. "Wan Bin, if you hadn't barged in like this with your entourage, you wouldn't have been able to squeeze through the crowd at all! Honestly, do you really need this many people protecting you?"
Wan Bin smiled wryly. "Sister, I'm not trying to show off, but I'm just too famous! Without enough bodyguards, my safety is hard to guarantee. But I'm more worried about you. Are you alright?"
Fairy Sister said in frustration, "I'm fine. But you bumped into the other young actors! Those kids are so small, and your bodyguards were way too rough!"
"I'll handle them. Who is this guy?"
Wan Bin pointed at Lu Chengwen.
Lu Chengwen extended his hand with a smile. "Ah, you must be Wan Bin! I've seen your work, that one… that one, what was it called? Oh yeah! The Legend of Ximen Qing! And, and… Lao Ai's Palace Scandal! And—"
"I never acted in those!"
"Huh? What a shame, you really should play Ximen Qing. Just be yourself, no acting required."
Wan Bin snapped angrily, "Who the hell are you? You're the one rudely occupying Sister's dressing room? Do you even know this room is exclusively for her? Huh? You're in charge of the backstage, right? How could you be this unprofessional?"
Jiang Shihan was about to step in, but Lu Chengwen stopped her.
Lu Chengwen looked at Wan Bin and said, "I've already apologized to Fairy Sister. If you think it's necessary, I can apologize again. I was just—"
"You have no excuse for forcefully taking someone else's dressing room! The backstage is already chaotic, the corridors are so narrow, and this crappy dressing room has nothing in it! Where are the flowers? Where's the scented incense that Sister likes? Where's her favorite pillow? Didn't they say everything would be prepared? And the makeup mirror—why isn't it the exclusive brand Sister uses? And—"
"Hold on!"
Lu Chengwen turned to Jiang Shihan and asked, "Is hosting a celebrity this troublesome these days?"
Jiang Shihan stifled a laugh. "Way worse than this. Some demands are absolutely ridiculous. You just don't know about them."
At that moment, Wan Bin's manager finally squeezed in. "Big Bro! Damn, you scared me to death! Are you alright? Damn this lousy city! This garbage stadium! This pathetic backstage! Where's the worthless manager? Where's the so-called 'perfect reception' we were promised?! What is this mess? If Big Bro gets even a tiny scratch, can any of you afford to take responsibility?!"
"Do you even know Big Bro has a film shoot tomorrow? If he so much as cuts a finger, you can expect a lawsuit in the mail! Big Bro, are you alright?"
Wan Bin pointed at Lu Chengwen. "This guy took over Sister's dressing room. That's how this whole mess started."
The manager walked over, took one look at Lu Chengwen, and was instantly dumbfounded.
Big-name celebrities might not always recognize who the biggest bosses are—the tycoons, the coal barons, the top-tier directors, or the major producers…
But as a manager, the moment you arrive somewhere, you must know who holds the money. You must know who is the wealthiest, who is the most influential, and who is the most worth networking with.
Even if Lu Chengwen didn't show his face often, looking up his profile was still doable.
Not just Lu Chengwen—the managers had first-hand information on every major investor backing this event.
Because following the standard procedure, later at the banquet, he would be standing right next to his artist, introducing them to these big shots.
Who would have thought the biggest investor would actually show up backstage?
Wan Bin huffed, "Fix this. This guy needs to take full responsibility!"
The manager hurriedly said, "Oh, Lu—Lu President! Hahaha! President Lu!"
Wan Bin froze. "President Lu? Which President Lu?"
The manager lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and whispered, "The richest man in Snow City, the investor of Chengwen District, the leader who spearheaded a multi-billion investment with several powerful families—Lu Chengwen. It's him!"
Wan Bin was stunned. He immediately said, "Ah! You're President Lu!"
Just moments ago, Lu Chengwen had extended his hand for a handshake, but Wan Bin had ignored it—like Lu Chengwen's hand had dirt on it.
Now, as Lu Chengwen merely stood there smiling, Wan Bin rushed forward to grasp his hand enthusiastically, his face beaming with an eager smile.
"Sorry, sorry! I thought… geez! I thought you were just some random thug…"
Zhao Gang, off to the side, said, "Who are you calling a thug?"
"No, no, no! My mistake! My bad! I apologize, President Lu! This… this whole situation got out of hand, my apologies, I didn't recognize you…"
Lu Chengwen smiled. "No problem, just a little misunderstanding. I really enjoy your films, especially that one…"
"The Legend of Ximen Qing!"
Wan Bin burst into laughter. "I played that role perfectly, just being myself!"
Lu Chengwen suddenly thought—damn, this guy is something else!