The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

Anger burned in Shang Yibo's chest, and he almost instinctively rushed forward without the slightest hesitation.

"You bastard!" Shang Yibo roared, snatching the bouquet of roses from Jian Zheng's hand. Like wielding a sword of revenge, he swung it sharply, the bouquet drawing a sharp arc in the air before slapping it hard across Jian Zheng's face.

Rose petals were scattered all over the ground, like victims of this sudden conflict.

Jian Zheng's face instantly contorted with disbelief and astonishment. He staggered a few steps, almost falling, his expression darkening. But in an instant, a smirk appeared on his lips as he stared at Shang Yibo with a cynical look. "Your nameless anger is utterly laughable. Whether it was the naive, bookish Wang Jie back then, or the tycoon heir Shang Yibo now, they're both so childish and ridiculous. Oh, and you also have a prestigious title: Teacher Yibo, the superstar, hehehe, hahaha..."

With a mocking laugh, he was punched hard in the face...

At the same time, a heartbroken and aggrieved Ding Jiajia was thinking: When Sister Yanruo arrives, I will explain things to her properly, and then ask Sister Yanruo to help persuade Yibo. She doesn't want to lose such a reliable boss. Besides, we've worked together for many years and are already like family. What can't be explained clearly?

Her phone rang. It was a message from Jian Zheng: "I've arrived at the hotel lobby. Come downstairs, I have a surprise for you." Ding Jiajia took a deep breath and held back the tears that were about to fall.

As she stepped out of the elevator, full of joy and anticipation for the surprise that awaited her, she was instead greeted by a shocking scene.

She gasped and rushed toward the two men wrestling, trying to separate them, but her strength was limited and she couldn't hold either of them back.

Enraged, Shang Yibo and Jian Zheng were unwilling to let go easily. Their fists clashed in the air, each punch landing heavily on the other's body.

Hotel security guards arrived shortly afterward and worked together to separate the two men, who were nearly out of their minds, and restrain them to one side.

Chaos erupted in the lobby as hotel guests crowded around, whispering and casting surprised glances.

The film crew was on holiday, and Shen Qing and her assistant had just returned from outside when they saw Shang Yibo fighting with President Jian. They quickly ran over and stood beside Shang Yibo, pointing the tip of their folded umbrella at Jian Zheng, "President Jian, please don't do this. Teacher Yibo's request to revise the script was supported by everyone."

Seeing this, Ding Jiajia, who was desperately trying to stop Jian Zheng, quickly came over and pushed Shen Qing away, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? What does it have to do with revising the script?"

Ding Jiajia had been working in the entertainment industry for several years and had witnessed the backstabbing and intrigue within it. Seeing Shen Qing's series of shady moves, she immediately understood her intentions: to gain popularity while simultaneously portraying an innocent "white lotus."

Shen Qing's assistant, seeing Ding Jiajia shoving her artist, couldn't stand it. She rushed over and started fighting with Ding Jiajia; when women fight, it's usually just pulling each other's hair.

When the security guard saw that the two women were fighting again, he released the two men and rushed over to break up the fight.

The security guards were men, and they were quite capable of pulling the two fighting men apart. But now, the two women were locked in a stalemate, pulling each other's hair, leaving the security guards, a few big men, helpless and unable to do anything.

The scene was chaotic at one point, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Fortunately, other crew members arrived and separated the people involved, or tried to break up the fight, which brought the situation under control.

Just then, the entertainment reporters, paparazzi with keen senses, and excited fans who had been waiting outside the hotel with their cameras and microphones set up were drawn in by this sudden spectacle. They recklessly broke through the hotel's security gates and swarmed inside. Flashbulbs went off one after another, and shutters clicked incessantly as they raced against time to capture every chaotic moment, trying to glean as much news and gossip as possible from the commotion.

Xiao Guangzi arrived at some unknown time, and he was the first to react.

He pulled Shang Yibo towards the elevator lobby, saying to Ding Jiajia as they walked, "Jiajia, I'm leaving this to you. I'll take Teacher Yibo away first."

Shang Yibo returned to his room.

Xiao Guangzi said, "Teacher Yibo, you can rest for a bit. I'll go downstairs to help Sister Jiajia." Just as she finished speaking, the sound of the door closing was heard.

Shang Yibo went to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, and there was a red patch on the corner of his mouth with some faint traces of blood. He guessed that it would turn into a bruise by tomorrow.

He turned on the tap, cupped his hands to wash his face, rinsed his mouth, and then ran his fingers through his hair with his wet hands.

Having calmed down considerably, she strolled to the living room, sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, inwardly mocking herself: "I'm really getting worse and worse. I actually started fighting. No wonder Yan Ruo always complains about being childish; she really is quite childish."

The access control beeped at the door, and then the door was opened.

Zhou Yanruo, Ding Jiajia, and Xiao Guangzi walked in together.

Shang Yibo stood up instinctively. "Yan Ruo, what brings you here at this hour?"

Zhou Yanruo joked, "My flight arrived on time, so I should have arrived at this time. What, you think I'm late and missed witnessing your heroic feat?"

Shang Yibo replied awkwardly, "No, I was just angry and couldn't help it."

Then, she added ingratiatingly, "I've arranged a welcome dinner for you tonight, Jiajia, have you booked a restaurant yet?"

Ding Jiajia stood behind Zhou Yanruo, her hair disheveled like a bird's nest, with a noticeable scratch on her chin. She looked at Shang Yibo with red eyes, her eyes filled with helplessness and grievance.

“When have I ever neglected anything you asked me to do?” Ding Jiajia’s voice was trembling with tears. “Sister Yanruo, it’s so good that you’re here.”

Zhou Yanruo asked in a muffled voice, "Who among you can tell me why we took action?"

Shang Yibo said coldly, "I don't like him, he deserves a beating, so I'll teach him a lesson."

Ding Jiajia lowered her head and murmured, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

Shang Yibo glared at Ding Jiajia, "What's it to you?"

Xiao Guangzi: "When I came back from outside, I had just entered the hotel lobby when I saw a lot of people gathered around. I squeezed in and saw Teacher Yibo beating up President Jian."

His voice was filled with excitement; anyway, Teacher Yibo didn't suffer any losses.

Ding Jiajia looked up at Shang Yibo, opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

Zhou Yanruo turned around and patted Ding Jiajia's arm, "Look at you, your 'battle-damaged' appearance is too exaggerated, hurry up and go back to your room to tidy up."

Ding Jiajia smoothed her hair and replied apologetically, "Um, I'll go tidy up." She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Then I'll go see Mr. Jian... after all, he's an investor."

"Go ahead. Yibo hit him, so he'll take responsibility for it. Ask Jian Zheng if he needs to go to the hospital."

Zhou Yanruo looked at Shang Yibo seriously, but her tone was filled with pleasure.