Chapter 118: A Night of Foolishness

  Getting closer and closer!

  Just as Jessica Alba was about to grab the black wallet... However, just as she had grasped it and was about to pull her hand back, she suddenly felt a large hand appear out of nowhere on her wrist, gripping it tightly like an iron clamp. The piercing pain caused Jessica to involuntarily release her fingers...

  Jessica was shocked and turned around, only to find that the one holding her wrist was actually Yi Feiyang, who had been sleeping soundly just a moment ago!

  At this moment, Yi Feiyang still had his eyes closed, but how could he see his own movements clearly? Was he pretending to sleep all along?

  Jessica was in a state of extreme anxiety and fear, she exerted all her strength with her right hand, but could not break free from the restraints.

  Jessica was thinking of other ways, but Yi Feiyang's arm suddenly slanted to the side and pulled Jessica's delicate body onto the sofa.

  Jessica was shocked, about to turn over, but found that Yifeng's smooth body had heavily pressed onto her own, and more coincidentally, his waist was pressed between her legs...

  Jessica's face turned red with shame and anger, her body struggling violently under Yi Feiyang's while her left hand exerted force, trying to push Yi Feiyang away from her.

  "Damn it, let me go!" Jessica struggled desperately, not caring if she woke up Yifeng.

  At this time, Yi Feiyang still had his eyes closed, but his whole body was flushed red, his breathing was heavy, as if he was sleepwalking in a dream...

  Jessica didn't even have time to think about what was happening when she heard the sound of fabric tearing in her ears, and only then did she realize that while she was trying hard to push him away, Yi Fei Yang's other hand had already torn open her top, exposing a large area of snow-white skin in the air.

  "What the...? You bastard, what are you doing?" Jessica's heart was racing as she pushed and struggled against the person on top of her. Her hands were clawing at Yifeng Yang, hitting him, and she continued to squirm and struggle...

  Yi Feiyang seemed to be ignoring everything, her hands moving faster and faster, as the sound of "zip, zip" rang out one after another. Jessica's blouse and pants had already been torn off, revealing her perfect body in all its glory. Her firm and plump breasts quivered with every movement of her body, trembling slightly, while her healthy wheat-colored skin was like smooth and creamy chocolate - sweet and sticky. The movement of her long legs, combined with her face twisted in shame and anger, created a strange and tragic beauty.

  The world is changing in a wonderfully strange way, the original female version of the big bad wolf has become a helpless little lamb, while the original male version of the little lamb has suddenly turned into a big bad wolf.

  Jessica however hard she tried couldn't lift the body that was pressing down on her, and in her heart she felt both regret and despair, and suddenly two lines of crystal clear tears appeared at the corners of her eyes...

  At this time, Yi Feiyang's eyes were still closed, but his skin had already broken out in a faint red layer, and his breathing was becoming more and more urgent, just like a wild beast in heat. His entire body was completely under the control of the medicine, without any tender or gentle movements. He simply let his waist sink heavily downwards, regardless of how the beautiful body beneath him twisted and struggled...

  The tender flesh between her legs was suddenly and brutally pierced... Jessica, who had never thought she would have such a tragic experience, wished she could faint, but the more she thought about it, the more sensitive her skin became. The scorching pain instantly reached her heart, causing Jessica to scream out loud, her eyes rolled back, and the misty haze in her pupils grew thicker.

  With his body rising and falling, he easily flew up and down as if he were a general riding a fierce horse in the vast wilderness, galloping horizontally and vertically, waving his spear and halberd, as if to release all his energy in that vast sky.

  A few delicate plum blossoms bloomed proudly under Jessica's feet...

  Jessica stopped struggling and simply stared blankly at the white roof above. The moment their bodies were fully joined, Jessica's strength seemed to be completely drained, making it impossible for her to resist Yifeng's advances... Pain and pleasure rose together, and Jessica felt as if her heart was constantly rotating between heaven and hell...

  ……

  It wasn't until after an unknown amount of time had passed that Jessica slowly came to, opening her eyes to see the man who was lying motionless on the couch below her. She slightly moved her legs and felt a sharp pain spreading from between them to her heart. Looking at the purple and blue marks on her body and the patch of bright red blood beneath her, Jessica's mind was filled with mixed emotions, and tears began falling from her eyes once again...

  Jessica sat in a daze for a long time, then glared at Yi Feiyang on the ground with indignation, and stood up silently. She, who had just experienced despair, did not have any extreme reactions, but from the occasional flash of hatred in her eyes, it could be seen that her inner heart was not as calm as the surface.

  Jessica slightly collected her thoughts, glanced at the torn clothes on the ground, and put on Yi Feiyang's suit that was scattered on the ground... Looking at Yi Feiyang's calm face, Jessica's eyes gradually became complicated, suddenly filled with hatred, suddenly filled with sorrow...

  "Oh God, is this the punishment you've got in store for me? I merely had a slight greedy thought and you let this despicable guy... severely bully me!" Besides this reason, Jessica couldn't think of any other explanation for what just happened.

  Jessica, who never really believed in God, vaguely felt that heaven seemed to be watching over her.

  Finally, a strange smile appeared on Jessica's face: "Maybe this is retribution, but I won't give up like this. Yes, I will definitely use all kinds of methods to take revenge on that damned guy. You wait and see, I will..."

  Jessica surprisingly didn't bother with the wallet containing 24 million checks again, or maybe last night's events had already disturbed her mind... After saying this, she quickly picked up the torn fabric scraps on the ground and jumped off the minivan without looking back.

  ……

  Time slips away quietly, and the sky is gradually revealing its dawn light.

  Yi Feiyang slowly opened his eyes, but found himself lying on the cold sofa in the nanny car. He was startled and suddenly sat up, only to remember that he had probably crawled onto the car and fallen asleep after getting drunk last night. But if so, he should have woken up on the sofa inside the car, how did he end up under the sofa? He had always been a light sleeper.

  Couldn't think of a clue, Yi Feiyang stopped thinking about this unimportant matter, patted his head, and it hurt.

  Alas, nothing can be done about it, this is the aftermath of a hangover!

  Last night, after Yifeng Yang fell asleep, he had a strange dream. Now that dream has become extremely vague, and only a faint impression remains in his mind. In the dream, he vaguely felt like he was being roasted over an open flame, his whole body scorching hot and unbearable, his lower abdomen swelling up like a balloon nonstop. Just when he thought he was about to burst, he suddenly found a breakthrough and released all that heat, and then slept until now.

  "Damn it, I'm drunk, and even my dreams are so weird!" Yi Feiyang shook his head and started looking for clothes everywhere, but soon he realized a very serious problem - his clothes were gone!

  Yes, he searched the entire carriage but couldn't find his clothes, only a miserable-looking blanket...

  Have we been robbed?

  Yi Feiyang's heart skipped a beat, "Damn it, my check!" His first reaction was that he had been robbed, and he immediately searched for his wallet!

  Fortunately, he found it on the sofa.

  "Phew, that's good! As long as it's not lost!" Yi Feiyang carefully checked the contents of his wallet and found that the large check was still there.

  "God is too good to me, this stupid thief, actually only stole my clothes... or maybe just a passing tramp, because it's too cold, took away my clothes! Hmm, must be the case!" Yi Feiyang comforted himself.

  But Yifei Yang immediately thought of a very serious problem, what about his current appearance?!

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Suddenly someone knocked on the window of the minivan.

  Yi Feiyang hastily wrapped himself in a blanket and peeked out slightly, only to see an American police officer on patrol.

  The police officer looked at him and said, "Sir, it seems like your car has been parked here for a long time."

  Then he took another look at Yi Fei Yang, whose hair was disheveled and hadn't washed his face, it was obvious that he had mistaken Yi Fei Yang for one of those homeless people who lived in their cars and begged for a living.

  "It's not very safe here, you'd better leave quickly." The police officer reminded him.

  "Alright, I'll be leaving soon."

  The policeman looked at him again and then left.

  Yi Feiyang saw the police leave and quickly called Pangzi Gao Jiabao... Thank God, fortunately the mobile phone was still there!

  On the phone, when Gao Jiabao heard that Yi Feiyang's clothes had been stolen and asked him to send clothes quickly, he couldn't help but laugh: "A Yang, are you kidding me? The newspaper said you were very majestic last night!"

  "Really? What did it say?"

  "They say you've become the spokesperson for Hollywood strugglers, huh? And you got a 24 million box office and dividend... Ha! 24 million yeah! By the way, where's the check? Didn't you lose it with your clothes?" Fatso suddenly yelled over the phone.

  "Not yet, it's still in my hands."

  "That's good, you stay there and don't run around, I'll be right there!" Fatso urged impatiently.

  Yi Feiyang said with a smile, I'm running around naked, what's the big deal? And that fatty is clearly concerned about the check, otherwise why would he be in such a hurry.

  ……

  Time was running out, so Fatso brought over some clothes.

  Yi Feiyang hastily put on his clothes, while the fatty muttered beside him, "I'm just puzzled, why did that thief only steal your clothes? You're so delicate and tender, didn't he take advantage of the situation to rob you of your chastity?"

  "Besides, you can't hold your liquor well, so don't drink that much, it's worrying me..."

  "You're worried about that check, aren't you?"

  "Sigh, you still understand me, worthy of being my best friend, come give me a hug!"

  "Come over here, believe it or not, I'll kick you to death with one foot?"

  "Then there's no need, just hurry up and bring that ticket, Ben Dazong is eager!"

  Yi Feiyang handed over the check to him, "This money can't be spent recklessly, wait for it to pay for the purchase fees of eight movie theater chains!"

  "This I certainly know, but thinking that I just got them and soon will lose them again, this feeling... is not good!" Gao Biaozi fiercely kissed the check.

  "By the way, what did you mean by saying I'm famous on the phone?"

  "Go ahead and see for yourself!"

  The fat man casually tossed the newspaper he had brought over to him.

  "You drive, we'll go straight to the scene!" Yì Fēi Yáng said as he took over the newspaper.

  "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

  "I won't eat anymore, skipping one meal won't kill me!"

  ……

  The stroller is moving on the road.

  Gao Pangzi had 24 million in his pocket, and he was feeling exceptionally good. He turned on the radio and, to his surprise, found himself enthusiastically listening to African-American music, which he normally despised, and he couldn't help but tap his legs along with the beat.

  Yi Feiyang flipped through the newspaper behind him, and as it turned out, after being stirred up by him last night, more than half of those unfavorable rumors about him had been drowned out, replaced by things like "death director", "self-destruction" with "hard work".

  Especially a guy named "William Johnson" wrote an article called "The Struggle of the Ant Tribe".

  "Zhongguo Yi is one of the many who came to Hollywood in America to strike gold, and like many of his kind, he was just a small, insignificant ant, fragile, sensitive, and easily hurt. However, he was also diligent and hardworking. These tiny individuals were generally very lowly, either washing dishes in restaurants or doing odd jobs at gas stations; the slightly better-off ones could collect tips as service staff at McDonald's... They had no bright future, nor grand ambitions. If everyone has a dream, then Zhongguo Yi's dream was to make movies and be a director - yes, this seemed laughable and ridiculous for such an insignificant little ant."

  "But as far as I know, this Chinese Yi has never given up on his ideals, even in the most difficult moments of his life. He told himself that no dream is too big and no one is too small to chase their dreams! This is his motto and also his constant reminder to himself."

  "Now, he has been in the United States for a year. Has his dream come true? When we see the box office breaking 200 million of 'Blair Witch', when we see the video sales sweeping North America of 'Paranormal Activity', and when we see three films making a name for Hollywood's DreamWorks, would you think that all this is the masterpiece of Chinese Yi?"

  "This insignificant little ant represents one of the countless strugglers in this vast forest of Hollywood. They are small, they are insignificant, but we absolutely cannot underestimate them, because who knows which day they will become the next Yi Zhongtian, the next magician!"

  ……

  It has to be said that this article, in Yifeiyang's own opinion, is written too well. It's not because the praise for Yifeiyang makes him think it's good, but because of the fighting spirit contained in this article.

  The United States itself was established as a federal state through the struggles of countless people. This country was able to become independent from British colonies, go through the Civil War and World War II, and stand firm in North America, all because of the unrelenting efforts and hard work of Americans.

  Americans admire the western cowboy, because the cowboy spirit has the imprint of their ancestors, gold rush, pioneering, and building the desolate North American continent into such a beautiful and prosperous country with one iron spade at a time.

  So this article is actually a tribute not to some individual, but to the tiny, insignificant, and often overlooked people living at the bottom of Hollywood.

  From another perspective, undoubtedly, Yi Feiyang has become their spokesperson.