My heart pounded, my breathing became rapid, and my cheeks felt slightly hot.
A warm, moist sensation filled my mouth, carrying a familiar and rich scent of male hormones. I vaguely felt that Fu Yanshen was kissing me.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes.
Inside the carriage, the light was dim, with only a small, yellowish lamp shining from the ceiling.
The man sat upright, his perfectly tailored bespoke suit highlighting his slender figure. The top button of his white shirt was neatly fastened, and his tie knot reached his prominent Adam's apple. His mechanical watch gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.
His sculpted, handsome face was expressionless, exuding an aloof, ascetic, and detached aura.
I must have been dreaming. It's highly unlikely that he would steal a kiss from me while I was asleep.
"You're awake. Are you cold?"
He turned his head to the side, his deep eyes locked on me, a smile playing on his lips, and asked in a gentle tone.
As he spoke, he tucked the blanket that had been placed over me without my noticing.
"I'm not cold. Haven't we arrived yet?" I said casually, turning my head to look out the car window, avoiding his burning eyes that seemed to be filled with deep affection.
"We're almost at your neighborhood," Fu Yanshen said gently.
Soon, familiar scenery came into view.
The car stopped in the open space in front of my building.
Fu Yanshen got out of the car before me and stood at the door, still carefully blocking the door frame for me as always.
"I'll take you up."
He followed me into the building, speaking in a gentlemanly and polite tone.
I didn't have a good reason to refuse.
He walked me all the way to the apartment door, but like before, he showed no intention of going in.
Go to sleep early, goodnight.
Before I closed the door, he smiled and said softly.
I nodded, said nothing, and decisively closed the heavy security door.
The door panel obscured his figure.
The image of Fu Yanshen saying "goodnight" to me tenderly was still lingering in my mind. I shook my head vigorously to shake off his image.
In my email, there's a video that Director Du sent me.
After watching the video, I felt even more sorry for and sympathized with Shen Hanxing. I stayed up all night on my computer, organizing the data, and didn't go to bed until very late.
...
The next morning, I was sound asleep when I was woken up by the annoying doorbell.
I reached for my phone, and before I even unlocked it, I saw a headline news notification in landscape mode: Shen Hanxing's dark past exposed, high school prostitution...
There are also countless missed calls.
I know without even guessing that the sudden appearance of a nobody like Shen Hanxing in the headlines and trending topics must have been orchestrated by that Mr. Mo last night.
The doorbell rang again.
I put on my bathrobe and went to open the door.
Through the surveillance footage, it was revealed that the person ringing the bell outside was none other than Fu Yanshen.
Unlike his usual suits and ties, he wore jeans, a white T-shirt, and a military green short-sleeved shirt, a casual outfit.
Why is he here again?
Early in the morning.
I opened the door, turned around, and went to get some water.
"Should I handle your artist's matter?" Fu Yanshen asked loudly after closing the door and walking behind me.
I paused slightly as I poured the water.
I understand that he still sees me as that useless rich girl from before, and doesn't believe I have the ability to handle crisis public relations for artists.
I took a sip of warm water, turned to look at him, and said calmly, "No need, I'll handle it myself."
Fu Yanshen was clearly taken aback, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and his eyes revealed surprise.
Was he surprised by my confidence?
"Okay, I believe you can handle it." After a long while, a smile appeared on his lips as he spoke in a deep voice.
He believed me so easily? I don't know if he was just being perfunctory.
"Is there breakfast?" he asked again.
I was slightly taken aback. "No, I haven't washed up yet."
She gave him a curt reply and headed towards the bedroom.
"It's alright, I'll do it." The man's eyes lit up, and he said loudly.
I didn't reply to him. I went straight to the bedroom, washed up, changed clothes, put on makeup, and spent more than half an hour getting ready.
As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, the aroma of coffee wafted through the air.
On the table were two sandwiches, two cups of coffee, one a heart-shaped latte with latte art, and the other a black coffee. There was also a plate of fruit, including raspberries, blueberries, and sliced kiwis, which looked delicious with their colorful presentation.
Fu Yanshen came out of the kitchen with a knife and fork, and slowly and meticulously placed them on the plate.
The table was even covered with napkins, which added a touch of ceremony.
These seem like things I liked to do a long, long time ago.
Get up early, prepare breakfast, and enjoy a special breakfast together as a couple.
"Have a seat." Fu Yanshen said, pulling me out a chair with a smile in his eyes.
I picked up the beautifully decorated latte, poured it into a thermos, grabbed a sandwich wrapped in a napkin, stuffed it into my bag, and hurried toward the entrance.
"I'm in a hurry, so please make sure to close the door when you leave."
As I was changing my shoes, I looked at the man standing there, stunned, and said something aloud.
He looked at me with a very forlorn expression.
I hurriedly left the house.
He can eat by himself at his own pace.
...
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, you better make that little bitch come begging to me, or I'll make sure she can't stay in the entertainment industry!"
I had just gotten out of the car when I received a call from an unknown number. Judging from the tone of the caller, it was Mr. Mo from last night.
"Mr. Mo, are you still dreaming? Keep daydreaming!" I sneered, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You, Sheng Qiaoqiao, won't admit it until you're faced with the truth, huh? I'll keep buying trending topics and make Shen Hanxing's career disappear into the earth's core!"
After the other party finished speaking fiercely, they immediately hung up.
I scoffed.
Thanks to his trending topic, Shen Hanxing, who was originally an unknown 18th-tier celebrity, is now known throughout the internet.
Netizens are all criticizing her and telling her to get out of the entertainment industry.
[This Shen Hanxing made money by selling herself in high school. She took birth control pills every day and once asked a male classmate for 30,000 yuan.]
[How can someone like this become a star? The entertainment industry has no standards whatsoever; it's utterly rotten.]
She also bullied classmates at school; she was a delinquent.
[Oh my god, which company does she belong to? Is she really that arrogant?]
She's Makino's junior sister from the same sect; I think Makino is tainted.
This kind of despicable person should get out of the entertainment industry.
After Mr. Mo hung up the phone, I received news that he had spent over a million yuan to buy trending searches, making Shen Hanxing appear online and be subjected to torture. At the same time, I also received a lawyer's letter from the production team demanding compensation for breach of contract.
After being humiliated and nearly raped last night, and now experiencing cyberbullying, Shen Hanxing is feeling depressed.
When I arrived at her place, she was sitting in the corner with her arms wrapped around her knees, silently shedding tears, looking very depressed.
"Sister Qiao, I'm leaving the entertainment industry. I shouldn't have entered it..." she cried as she saw me.
Back then, in order to help her mother pay off her debts, she was spotted by her former manager and participated in a talent show, thinking she could become an overnight sensation.
As a result, when they were just entering the top five, their so-called "dark history" was dug up by their rivals, and they were eliminated.
"What did I tell you last night? Don't be afraid, let the dust settle first." I helped her up, gently patted her shoulder, and comforted her.
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