The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 15

I still went to the meeting place.

The coffee shop the film emperor chose was a high end place with people spending an average of hundreds per person. When I arrived, there were only a few staff tending to some customers scattered around the shop. Although their actions were inconspicuous and they covered up well, I still soon discovered that they were watching me. Were these the film emperor's bodyguards? I thought to myself.

Apparently, because of the importance of the matters we needed to talk about, the film emperor had arranged a room on the second floor of the coffee shop for us to meet up in. When I entered the room, he was already there.

His black hair was coated with a layer of gold by the rays of the midday sun, his facial features upright and profound. He was an attractive man. He could measure up to my husband in terms of looks, I thought. His collar seemed to have been deliberately pulled open, giving him a sense of uninhibited youthful arrogance.

The first impression he gave me was that he was showing off modern day bully vibe.

I pulled a chair and sat down. He handed me a menu and asked, “What would you like?”

“Cappuccino, please.” I glanced and replied.

He nodded then called over a waiter to relay the order.

After the door was closed again, he lightly coughed a few times and began, “You should be aware of the matter with the childhood sweetheart.”

I shook my head and said, “Pardon me, but may I ask why you called me to meet up? I don’t think I'm familiar with you and I also don’t think my work has any contact with yours, Sir.” I showed a confused expression. After all, I currently needed to pretend to be an ordinary person who has no idea about matters in the entertainment industry much less who the film emperor was.

The film emperor pretended to remain calm and uttered, “Oh.” He then handed me a business card and introduced himself, “I’m C. The one who recently won best leading actor award at the film festival.”

I took the business card and looked at it. The design printed on it, contrary to what one might expect, was actually quite beautiful. “But I still don’t follow the entertainment circle.” I stated, “I’m only a mere author, Sir.”

“I know.” The film emperor replied. He took out a recording pen from his pocket and passed it to me. “Listen.” He urged.

He turned it on.

At first, there was a burst of intermittent sound of static then the sound of people walking and chatting emerged. The recording was then quiet for a few seconds before playing a sort of soft wet sticky sound like the ‘zeze’ sound of humans kissing.

Then came the sound of bodies colliding. The frequency was quite fast, and the movements were loud. It was easy to make out that the two people were probably having some intense sex.

The childhood sweetheart’s voice was then heard through the recording, “Faster… ah… go faster.”