Chapter 82 Are They All Better Than Me?

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The rain continued incessantly, the car windows were tightly closed, the air was thin, and the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.

When she came out, she had set the air conditioner to a low temperature to prevent the windows from fogging up. Now the cold air was blowing directly on her, while he was very hot. She kept feeling cold and wanted to cover herself with a blanket, a truly extreme contrast.

Lost in thought, she recalled that he had mentioned playing like this before, stuffing ice cubes in or having her hold ice cubes in her mouth, but they didn't have any with them at the time, so she gave up on the idea.

The thin blanket fell onto the car carpet. She was kneeling, one arm was bound behind her back by him, and she tried to pick it up, but she slumped lower and lower. Just as she touched it, he cruelly threw it even further away, directly onto the driver's seat, out of her reach.

She practically endured it this time. When he's in a bad mood, he's difficult to deal with; his actions are often fierce, primal, and unrestrained, and he doesn't easily calm down.

When Wen Yining woke up the next day at noon, he felt like his limbs didn't belong to him anymore, with many bruises and marks. He had really lost control this time, not holding back at all.

I glanced to the side instinctively, not knowing when he had woken up. He had slept too soundly and was a little dizzy. I sat up for a while to recover, and the scenes from yesterday gradually came together in my mind. I couldn't help but feel guilty and scared.

The bedroom door was closed, and the living room was quite quiet. I didn't hear any noise, so I instinctively reached for my phone.

I searched the whole room but couldn't find it. He must have taken it.

He didn't even keep his two phones in the bedroom, probably to keep them away from her.

He put on his T-shirt and quietly walked out of the room.

He was working on the living room sofa, his legs bent and crossed, with a cushion in his lap and a laptop on it. He was typing on the keyboard with an indifferent expression.

The forest after the downpour was fresh and damp. A summer breeze blew in, cool to the skin, carrying the earthy smell of the rain.

Wen Yining sniffed, looked at him quietly, her eyes red and a little swollen, and her expression unconsciously revealed a hint of fear.

Shen Yueze glanced at her coolly and said without any emotion, "Go eat."

Wen Yining wanted to ask where her phone was, but she held back. Yesterday he went too far than usual, doing it in the car for the first time. The space was small and she couldn't relax, but he seemed to enjoy it.

He can't beat you in a fight, he can't win an argument, and he's also particularly good at sarcastic remarks.

She was no match for him at all.

He looked much more obedient than yesterday.

Shen Yueze felt that she just needed to be taught a lesson.

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On the table were washed blueberries, cherries, cherry tomatoes, and pineapple.

The fruit was obviously delivered today; it's quite fresh.

She ate one; it was sweet and sour. Remembering her clothes, she thought, "Why haven't you sent me any clothes yet? Your pants are uncomfortable."

He has long legs, so long pants don't fit him; they drag on the ground. Shorts, however, would be fine for him.

He threw away all his underwear, and the slit in his skirt was torn, making it unwearable.

He closed his notebook, ate two cherry tomatoes, and said lazily, "I'll go out for a walk later."

She wasn't wearing a shirt, and there were several scratches on her back, left by her last night.

Wen Yining felt her ears burning and didn't say anything more. She still remembered him using static tape to tie his hands together.

The kind of tape is specifically for use on beds. It's easy to bind the skin, but it doesn't hurt when you tear it off.

With his hands tied, he seemed to get even more aroused.

Seeing that he completely ignored her question, she gave up and sat down to eat slowly.

He turned up the TV volume. A variety show was playing, featuring a game of tearing name tags. The sound was chaotic, and it featured the most popular celebrities at the moment.

She didn't pay attention at first, her mind racing with all sorts of thoughts: how should she explain this to the production crew and ask for leave?

How can I ask Cheng Yuzhou for help?

His cousin, it seems, is the one with the least say among the three bosses at Dongyang.

Qi Yanzhou is also a princeling, who can casually promote people in the industry. His father is an internet tycoon and is on good terms with Ye Qingchi's father.

The three major video platforms are each backed by one of the three major internet giants.

The artists under his management have good resources, but there aren't many opportunities to see Qi Yanzhou in the company. He's quite a carefree playboy.

All I know is that he and Yu Ning have an ambiguous relationship; according to other artists in the company, they've probably slept together...

The voice in the variety show sounded familiar. As I slowly sipped my light millet porridge, I turned my gaze and realized that the person inside was Feng Yan.

This is the channel's flagship program. When I was invited there as a guest, almost all the celebrities around me were A-list stars.

He was playing a game, which made a group of celebrities laugh out loud. He was very relaxed and at ease on the show. His facial features were still very defined, and he was still very handsome and had a star quality.

He's also the most handsome guy at first glance among all these celebrities.

I didn't expect Feng Yan to develop so quickly. It's been a long time since we've been in touch. I wonder how he's been doing lately.

We haven't seen each other since we parted ways with the crew of the Qing Dynasty drama.

We chatted a few times on the phone. He must be quite busy, busy filming, recording variety shows, meeting directors, attending dinners, and expanding his network.

She's already changed all her contacts, and she no longer keeps in touch with people from school. Apart from her, she rarely chats with her college classmates; she's probably even deleted them all.

His roommate even complained to Lou Xinyue outside, saying that after he became famous, he ignored his classmates who had no fame or background.

Shen Yueze turned up the TV volume, and she could hear it clearly in the dining room.

Feng Yan's laughter and conversation became even clearer.

He's not a fan of variety shows; he watches more movies, and his dad made him watch documentaries. He rarely watches TV dramas, only historical dramas.

With so many popular variety shows airing, how did he choose this one in particular?

It was as if they deliberately showed it to her, but she really didn't know that Feng Yan was participating in the show.

Wen Yining glanced at the jerk on the sofa every now and then. He had his legs crossed, a glass of iced soda next to him, and was watching a variety show in a lazy and relaxed manner, looking like he had just finished enjoying a refreshing break.

She slowly swallowed the shrimp dumplings, wanting to change the channel; she didn't want to hear Feng Yan's voice anymore.

The theme inside happened to be related to first love, and Feng Yan talked about it without any hesitation, "I also had a first love, for me, but other people may not feel the same way. Actually, I've liked her for a long time and I've confessed to her a few times."

He chuckled lightly, a hint of regret in his voice, his tone relaxed.

A fellow entertainer jokingly exaggeratedly said, "No way! You're so handsome, countless girls must have had crushes on you in school, and you were the one who confessed to them? My god, how beautiful must that girl have been..."

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Her gaze searched for the remote control, which was lying beside his legs. When she looked up, she saw her phone in his hand as he slowly typed, calmly and casually, a slight smile playing on his lips, not bothering to hide it from her. The screen was on WeChat.

Wen Yining felt a sudden tension, worried that there might be a secret involved. "Who did you send messages to using my phone?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, without looking up, "This is on TV."

"Feng Yan?"

"Yes, he contacted you."

She sat down, keeping a distance from him, curious about what he had posted, but had to feign composure: "He's famous now, he probably doesn't even remember me anymore. Saying things like confessing his feelings to someone else is just a way to create a persona."

He paused for a moment, then continued typing slowly, his expression indifferent, with a hint of cold amusement, waiting for her to continue.

Wen Yining said, "Generally, people like them who have already become famous rarely contact people at school, after all, they don't want too many people to know about their past."

"If I become an overnight sensation, I probably won't have much contact with them anymore, and the people around me will be replaced by a new batch."

He chuckled and said, "Well, someone like me who knows about your dark past, you probably blocked me a long time ago."

Wen Yining remained silent; it was indeed a possibility.

He was the only one who knew her past and had witnessed all her unpleasant aspects.

To be honest, it's dangerous to have someone like that around. She doesn't want anyone to know except her agent, but she wouldn't be so bored as to expose him online.

He said, "Feng Yan is slightly better than you. He didn't forget to ask how you were doing. He sent you a message at three in the morning."

Wen Yining's heart tightened. She put the millet porridge in her hand on the coffee table, wanting to see what he had sent. She moved closer, but he turned his phone screen away, deliberately preventing her from seeing it.

Wen Yining was a little anxious and grabbed his arm. "What did you send? Let me see it. Can you please not reply to messages so casually? This is my privacy, don't you understand?"

He scoffed, his tone mocking: "You think you're qualified to talk to me about privacy?"

Wen Yining said speechlessly, "I don't believe he would send me any ambiguous messages, and don't misinterpret our relationship."

"Hmm. Take a look for yourself."

He tossed her the phone, and she eagerly scrolled through the previous messages.

[Would you like to have dinner with Ling Che? I remember you've always liked him. He's really handsome in person. Seeing your picture makes me want to meet you too, but everyone says he sleeps around with fans.]

Is Shih Yu-heng's film project progressing smoothly?

If I become a big star after filming this movie, I can introduce you to some resources.

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Shen Yueze glanced at her and lit a cigarette. "Have you two slept together?"

"No."

She replied immediately.

He didn't say anything, leaning back on the sofa and casually smoking.

She couldn't help but ask again, "Is there a problem with friends introducing each other to each other's contacts?"

"My senior from high school also contributed to Shi Yuheng's film. She thought I had good acting skills and was good-looking, so I was very suitable for the role. Opportunities are so few, and every year there are millions of people who want to act."

However, she didn't expect that Feng Yan was doing really well now, much better than her.

He initially said he wouldn't enter the entertainment industry and would return to his hometown to find a stable job after graduation.

He ignored the advances of those rich and beautiful women.

Sure enough, someone this handsome must find it hard to lead a mundane and ordinary life.

My WeChat Moments are full of luxury goods now. I haven't blocked her. She's probably rewarding herself with all the things she wanted to buy but couldn't afford before. But what the price of becoming famous is, we'll never know.

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Dozens of red dots appeared in the message bar: the crew's group chat, Shi Yuheng's phone calls, messages from his older brothers, and even a bunch of video requests from Chen Jiabai...

At the very top of the chat box is President Peng, who was at the dinner party.

He slowly said, "Oh right, that guy messaged you last night, asking if you're free today and wanting you to have dinner with him tonight."

Wen Yining observed his expression; it was quite cold, quite somber, and quite patient. She pondered what the other person might have sent. "You chatted with him? What did you say to him?"

He opened the voice message, but didn't hand her the phone. He just held it, staring at her expression, and turned the volume up to the maximum.

A drunken, mature male voice came through the receiver: "Your boyfriend is your college classmate, right? If you don't want to break up, that's fine too. I won't force you."

"But you're a pretty interesting girl. You sing really well, have a slim figure, and can hold your liquor well. You're just a little reserved, probably because there are too many people in the private room. You'll be more relaxed when you're alone with me."

"You seem like a very smart girl. I hope you won't be shy when we're alone. Just say what you want, and I'll do everything I can to make it happen."

The voice message was quite long, probably rambling from someone who was drunk. I vaguely remember that this uncle became particularly talkative after drinking too much, and he had been rambling on and on the day before yesterday.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yining's mind tightened, her heartbeat became erratic, and her gaze towards him softened, carrying a hint of timidity, yet she feigned composure.

Go straight for the phone, stand up abruptly, snatch it from his hand, and hide it behind your back to prevent him from taking it away.

"Why bother listening to him rambling when he's drunk? What are you doing?!"

Before she could lock the screen, he snatched the phone away again, deliberately raising it so she couldn't reach it, which made her quite furious.

With his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding his phone, he glanced at her coldly and pressed play. "What's the rush? After listening to what she said, she sent you so much. It shows she really put her heart into it. It means you worked hard at the drinking party and won her over."

"..."

Mr. Peng's mature voice continued: "I know it's not easy for someone your age to make it in the entertainment industry alone. I heard from Cheng Yuzhou that you're currently filming a Category III film. These days, many of these directors and producers are psychologically disturbed; they enjoy torturing female stars."

"There's a movie that's really realistic. The producer made two actresses lie on the ground, bark like dogs, and have a contest to see who can rip the other's clothes off first. I recommend you watch that movie; it's very realistic."

"It's not that you can't rely on yourself, but it will definitely be very tough without anyone's protection. You could work hard for ten or twenty years and still not get as much as someone who's been associated with a powerful person for a year..."

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Shen Yueze: "He's having his driver pick you up from your school. Do you want to go?"

Wen Yining's expression changed several times, knowing he was about to say something humiliating again. Her heart ached. "What are you trying to say? Don't you think you're a bit like him? Knowing I have a boyfriend, you still came to mess with me. You can do this kind of thing, but you don't allow others to do the same thing?"

He got up and slowly walked towards the open-air balcony. When he reached the poolside, he let go of the phone, which fell straight down, splashing a small amount of water onto his trouser leg.

Wen Yining hurriedly knelt down on the side, trying to reach out, but it was too late. She could only go into the pool, but her arm was suddenly grabbed and her body was dragged up.

She got angry too, "Are you sick?! Can't we talk this out?! You threw my last phone on the highway, and now you're throwing this old one away too? What kind of relationship do we have?! Are we lovers? No, we've never been. You have over a thousand friends on your phone, have I ever cared about that?"

He asked coldly, "Would you only behave if I stripped you naked, pinned you to the bed, and had sex with you?"

She was a little intimidated by him, but still wouldn't back down, "Why don't you throw your own away?"

His phone was on the sofa. He stood up, reached for it, and smashed it into the water, splashing water everywhere. He just watched coldly, without even trying to pick it up.

Wen Yining wanted to find his other everyday phone, so he started searching the living room.

Shen Yueze felt quite depressed and didn't want to stay in the room any longer. He watched her search indifferently, then got up, grabbed her wrist, and walked towards the door.

Wen Yining abruptly shook him off, her face pale and her tone full of resentment, "Where's your phone? Throw both of them in, or go down and fish mine out. How can it still work after soaking for so long? What if someone calls me?"

After all, it's their only means of communication, and there are no neighbors or supermarkets nearby.

He glanced at the pool nonchalantly, his tone flippant, "I'll get you a new one when we get back."

"I want it now, you buy it now."

Both of her hands were held in a circle by him, unable to move. He could clearly feel that he was also suppressing his anger, but he didn't have the habit of hitting girls. What difference would it make if they argued and made a scene? Wen Yining thought that it was fine if he mocked her, as long as he didn't hit her.

"Don't touch me, get away from me, okay?"

She frowned and tried to break free, but he held her even tighter.

He threatened her in a serious tone: "If you provoke me again, I'll lock you up here. You won't be able to go back to the film crew. I'll just send you a meal. You'll be all alone here during the day and won't be able to go anywhere. You can keep the TV, otherwise it'll be too boring. You can forget about your phone."

"..."

She looked at him incomprehensibly, half-believing and half-doubting, not like she was joking, and her grip on his hands loosened considerably.

He put one arm around her wrist, opened the door, and said, "Let's go for a walk outside."

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He knew very well how popular she was with men, so seeing these things wasn't surprising. He wasn't as angry as he was yesterday; the angrier she got, the calmer he became.

When Wen Yining arrived, she was wearing high heels, specifically stilettos. They looked great and gave her a mature and sexy vibe. However, after looking at the uneven road outside, she realized she couldn't wear them and had to go out in slippers instead.

He said, "You're physically here, but your soul's wandering outside, flirting with everyone. Feng Yan, and that guy surnamed Peng—they all know you're taken, yet they still can't help sending you messages in the middle of the night. What kind of hints have you given them?"

"Someone as lucky as you in love has a lot of suitors. I know a lot. If you can hide it well, that's fine, but if I find out, the situation will be different."

Wen Yining's palms were sweaty, her heart was still pounding, and she was feeling stifled from the argument. She was wearing men's slippers that were several sizes too big, so she was a little behind him.

I glanced up at him silently. He had long legs and walked fast. He was wearing work pants and a black windbreaker. From the side and back, he looked slender and upright. He was 185 cm tall, and with shoes on, he was probably around 187 cm.

It's not that I haven't seen what girls who pursue him are like; the ones I've seen and heard about are far more intense than the guys who pursued him.

"Whether I give them hints or not is not important. You said it yourself, many people pursue me. You also know that even if I don't say or do anything, they still want to have a relationship with me and sleep with me. Haven't you met girls like this before? You've met even more than I have."

“I told them I had a boyfriend, but that was just an excuse to reject them. They seem to be just like you, they don’t care about that issue.”

After a two-second pause, he added, "You haven't seen what I was like when I was completely single."

He scoffed, which wasn't hard to imagine.

After the torrential rain, the air was filled with the damp smell of wood, earth, and decay from the rain, along with the sounds of insects chirping, birds singing, and the flowing water of streams and lakes.

To be honest, if she hadn't been forced to stay here, she would have quite enjoyed coming out to relax.

This environment, an escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, is perfect for relaxing, daydreaming, and doing nothing; it gives you a sense of purification.

But the thought of how anxious the hundreds of people in the crew must be waiting for her made her restless.

Walk across the small bridge made of bamboo rafts, with a stream flowing beneath you. The water is swift and clear, covering your feet, and it's cool and refreshing.

These slippers were men's style, a few sizes too big. I got distracted and they got washed away by the rain. "Sigh..."

Wen Yining stopped, her interlocked hands clenched tightly, her center of gravity unconsciously leaning towards him, "My slipper fell in."

Shen Yueze glanced at her; it had been washed away and couldn't be retrieved. He squatted down in front of her and let her come up.

Wen Yining hesitated for a second, feeling angry. She couldn't go back barefoot; she would get cuts and bleed along the way.

She obediently climbed onto his back, and he easily stood up and lifted her up.

She tightened her arms around his neck, and her other slipper dangled, so she held it in her hand for fear of it falling off.

Looking down, you can see the scratches on the side of his neck, which must have been caused unintentionally yesterday. They are quite noticeable.

Shen Yueze was getting quite aroused by her rubbing against him. "Stop rubbing your breasts against me all the time."

Wen Yining straightened up slightly, loosened her arms from around his neck, and placed her hands on his shoulders. She felt that the mountain path was too difficult to walk on and was worried that he might accidentally fall. It was also a bit slippery after the rain.

A moment later, he said again, "Why are you twisting around like that? You're making me react."

Her ears burned, and she remained silent and still, much more obedient. Staring at the road ahead, she muttered, "You're not going to leave me here halfway, are you?"

He said in a serious tone, "You're safe until I've had my fill of you, so you can rest assured about that."

"You can take advantage of my infatuation with you now and do whatever you want, but once I lose interest, this kind of good thing won't happen again."

"But I've never been one to suffer losses; it's always others who tolerate me, understand?"

“…”

A strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside her, churning and surging within her, impossible to suppress. A lump formed in her throat, and for a moment she was speechless.

After a pause, he said, "I know, once you get tired of it, let's not bother each other."

"It's quite rare to see someone like you, who's right next to me but has other men on his mind, constantly fickle and unfaithful."

"All the girls you dated before were better than me, right?"

"Um."

"Gentleer than me?"

She knew that most boys liked gentle girls, but when she thought about it carefully, who didn't like gentle girls? Even when making friends, they preferred this type of person.

"almost."

She wasn't short-tempered or easily angered; her temper was actually quite good, but she was by no means weak.

Wen Yining remained silent for a long time, quietly looking at the road beneath her feet from his back. Her mind was in turmoil, her emotions were low, and her chest felt heavy.

He really made her realize one thing clearly—

Those things she thought were special, others also had.

She tried very hard to forget these things, but he kept reminding her, making her realize the truth.

The luxury goods he gave her, he also bought for Shi Yingmeng.

He has said sweet words and made dirty jokes to other girls, liked them, made sacrifices for them, and slept with them.

He may have experienced things he had never done with her, and said all the things he had said to her before to other people.

They even need to be gentler and more patient.

To be honest, Wen Yining didn't think he was the gentle type of guy, but when he wasn't angry, he was quite attractive in bed.

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A note from the author:

Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

Happy Children's Day!

50 red envelopes!

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There will most likely be an update tomorrow.

This couple is so dramatic and crazy...

I find it very emotionally draining. Don't you guys feel physically and mentally exhausted when you argue with people? [laughing and crying emoji]

I felt this part was much more tiring than the earlier ones when I was writing it, but the two of them didn't. Shen Yueze, needless to say, is a typical high-energy, strong-willed, and dictatorial thinker.

I've been watching Ziwei recently, and Ningning is a typical Tanlang woman (a woman with a strong desire for love and ambition). She fits many of the characteristics: beautiful (described by the ancients as Daji), flirtatious, with endless desires, unwilling to settle for a mundane life, attracting many suitors, and unfaithful in her marriage.

The key point is that this person is incredibly energetic and prone to causing trouble [facepalm and crying emoji] [facepalm and crying emoji] Similarly, this person has extremely strong energy.

Because the concept of destiny is very mysterious, this is the most basic explanation; one must also consider the overall combination of elements. However, the Greedy Wolf Star definitely played a significant role in her life.