"I’m sorry, it was all my fault before, I was too cowardly, always scared to admit my own feelings, too afraid to let go of the burden and get over this obstacle. Can you forgive just one more ti, please? Can we be together, please?"
"I truly love you so much..."
As he spoke, his murmuring voice sounded almost like a plea, Luo Yuwei stopped pushing his hand away, gently closed her eyes, and a tear slid down from the corner of her eye as various voices echoed in her mind.
’What did I think it was? Turns out it’s Paper Cranes, huh? Why would she give such a thing, did she co out of so backwater?’
’What she folded there isn’t Paper Cranes at all, they’re clearly wild chickens, only wild chickens dream of flying onto a branch to beco a phoenix!’
’Don’t say it like that, it’s an insult to wild chickens, wild chickens aren’t that gaudy~’
’A re eighteenth-tier celebrity dares to wishfully think about President Bo, soone who stands at the apex of the pyramid. Just weigh yourself and see how much you’re worth, and ponder how much longer you can stay in the entertainnt industry...’
’This is the last ti, if it happens again, you won’t just be out of Star Entertainnt, you’ll vanish from the entertainnt industry altogether.’
’If it wasn’t because you had done a favor for the Bo Family, you would have been fired the first ti you sent sothing to the company, but rember, your bargaining chips are all used up. Don’t test my patience and limits anymore.’
’Sister Yuwei, that’s just how the entertainnt industry is. The stars with power, clout, and sponsors have it all their way. They can throw tantrums and get away with it, while we, the ones without backing, can only try to catch up with a million tis the effort, without even a sure chance of catching up. When faced with injustice, we can’t complain, because this is the entertainnt industry, this is the harsh reality...’
’Captain, is there anyone you like here?’
’Yes’
All the wonderful dreams she had before were shattered overnight. After falling off the shoulders of a giant, what she faced was not only utter humiliation but also abject pity for herself.
But she couldn’t possibly give up, absolutely not...
The more others ridiculed and trampled on her, the more she had to stand up, to rise to the loftiest height, high enough for everyone to see her, to make them all regret dismiss, not wanting her!
However, before that, she, whose position was precariously hanging by a thread, desperately needed a backer.
Jiang Wanze was the perfect choice.
Because they had sothing in common, a heart that would never give in.
Luo Yuwei slowly hugged the man and began to respond.
The two made their way towards the room.
As Jiang Wanze received the response from his beloved, overjoyed, he kept murmuring in her ear, "You’ve forgiven ? I knew it, all this ti you were just angry at . After all, you loved so much before too. Let’s never be apart again, okay? Ye Xian..."
Hearing the last two words, Luo Yuwei felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her from the sky, her pupils shook violently, looking at him in disbelief.
The man too, from excessive drinking, ceased his movents and collapsed, the Jade Pendant slipping from his hand onto the floor.
Luo Yuwei stooped down, picked up the Jade Pendant, and the glaringly engraved words ’Ye Xian’ almost blinded her. It turned out, the person he liked that he ntioned in the audio-visual room wasn’t her, but Ye Xian.
"Ah!!!"
It took a mont before she furiously hurled the Jade Pendant to the ground, shattering it.
"Why! Why do you all have to like that slut? What potion has he fed you, what about him is better than ?!"
"Why do all of you have to like him!"
The woman, who always appeared pure and kind on screen, had a ferocious and twisted face at this mont, scaring others. After her breakdown, she squatted on the ground, hugging her head and crying, as if overwheld with endless grievances and sadness.
After a long while, she finally stopped crying, looking at the man on the ground, drunk beyond asure, a resolute light flickering in her eyes.
410, Bo Tingshen placed the little drunk cat, who was clinging to his neck and muttering drunkenly, on the bed, and affectionately stroked her head, "Sit still, don’t move."
Unexpectedly, Ye Xian was not obedient and reached out her hand towards him again, "I want more hugs!"
Bo Tingshen looked at her delicate fingers, as lovely as spring onions, the swan-like beauty of her neck, and the smooth waist that beca slightly exposed due to her wriggling; the re thought made him aware of how slender and soft she was, easy to hold in one hand. There was also the seductive look that inadvertently shone from the depth of her misty, drunken eyes, more enticing than a vixen, even her bandaged ankle seed sensually lethal...
He turned slightly, his Adam’s apple moving, the endless desire visible in the depths of his dark eyes.
But his desires were not limited to just holding her...
Uncle Li stood by, seeing how drunk Ye Xian was and lacking perception, "Master, the hangover soup is ready, should I bring it over for Young Master Ye?"
Hangover soup?
Bo Tingshen lifted his gaze, looking at the cute young man on the bed, who was cocking his head and gazing at him with eyes full of dependency, waiting for his embrace, as if his whole heart was devoted to him alone.
His heart was brimming, unable to articulate the taste of this mont, only wishing ti could stop at this instant, or that this mont could be eternal.
Will he still be like this when he wakes up?
"Who asked you to make hangover soup?"
Uncle Li was startled by the man’s sudden cold tone. The master... wasn’t he very concerned about Young Master Ye? If Young Master Ye remains drunk and doesn’t drink the hangover soup, he will feel very unwell the next day.
"I apologize, Master, it was my own decision. I was worried about Young Master Ye’s discomfort the next day. If you have no orders for , I’ll withdraw for now."
As Uncle Li reached the door, the man called out to him again, "Wait a mont."
"Bring it here."
Uncle Li: "..." Is it because he’s getting older, or is it harder to guess the master’s thoughts?
Bo Tingshen received the hangover soup, sat opposite the young man, and gently touched her face with his fingertips, coaxing like one would a child, "Baby, I will give you sothing nice to drink in a bit, and you’ll be sober after drinking it. But you have to promise that when you wake up, you won’t forget the words you said tonight, not a single one!"
Ye Xian, seeing his serious face, nodded earnestly, "Mm!"
I won’t forget that I’m your father.
And that you spanked !
She revisited that humiliating scene in her mind and secretly decided to seek revenge when the opportunity arose.
"Good."
The man’s eyes and eyebrows widened, seeming very satisfied with her reaction as he brought over the hangover soup.
The hangover soup was made by servants using celery juice, the very ingredient that Ye Xian detested most, especially its taste. Seeing Werewolf approaching with a bowl of green, foul-slling celery soup, seemingly intent on forcing her to drink, the scene resembled... Dalang, it’s ti for your dicine.
Suddenly, she shut her mouth tightly, her face expressing resistance. Agile as a crab, she quickly scrambled to the middle of the bed, watching him warily.
As if looking at a huge, life-threatening demon.
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