A doctor in a white coat came in from outside. I quickly turned my face away, blinked repeatedly, and wiped away my tears.
"Hello."
A gentle, magnetic male voice rang out.
I took a deep breath before turning around, a faint smile appearing on my lips, and nodded slightly.
Without glancing at the other person, I prepared to leave the doctor's office.
"I am Fu Yanshen's friend, Xu Xun."
I had just reached the door when the male doctor spoke again.
Xu Xun...
I don't know him.
I glanced at the other person.
The man was tall and slender, wearing a white lab coat. He was slightly thin and wore old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. He had a pale complexion, a refined and handsome appearance, and was very cultured.
I never met him in my past life.
I nodded again, offered no further pleasantries, and walked out.
I don't need to know his friends.
In my past life, Fu Yanshen never introduced me to his friends, so I thought he didn't have any.
Looking back now, it's not that it didn't happen.
He doesn't take me, his wife, seriously at all.
That's why he never introduced me to his social circle.
I feel very sad.
I grieve for my past self, who always wanted to enter his heart.
I also feel sad that I am still emotionally affected by him even though I have been given a second chance at life.
The two police officers were nowhere to be seen in the corridor.
Shi Xia was still unconscious, so they couldn't interrogate her.
Besides, with Fu Yanshen protecting her, this case will simply be dropped.
I also learned from my lawyer that even if the evidence is conclusive and Shi Xia confesses, she will not be sentenced to prison.
Legally, threatening someone to death without actually committing murder does not constitute a crime, but rather an illegal act. Shi Xia would only be subject to administrative penalties.
It has to be said that she is really shrewd. She can absolve herself of all responsibility in everything she does, and she also has the means to make people like Fu Ren work for her and to get Fu Yanshen to protect her.
Such a scourge, falling like this today, is truly retribution.
I've decided to stop dwelling on this. Getting entangled with scum like Shi Xia and Fu Yanshen is a complete waste of my life.
I should spend more time with people and things that bring me joy.
On the night of the "New Generation" championship, Mu Ye became the undisputed champion. While the iron was hot, his first solo album, "White Moonlight and Red Rose", had already completed the pre-production stage.
Makino, this rising star who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, has had her signature songs become hits across the entire internet.
We raked in 600 million yuan in music copyright fees from major platforms alone, and various endorsements followed one after another.
Just three months after her debut, Makino became the company's highest-earning artist.
Thinking back to my past life, my family went bankrupt because of my love-struck mind. In this life, I feel quite comforted to be able to do something for the company.
When my dad goes out for social events, he praises me to everyone he meets, saying that I've finally figured things out.
However, I felt quite ashamed.
I didn't just have an epiphany; I'm reaping the benefits of being reborn.
If someone were truly capable, after being reborn, they would have already kicked that scumbag Fu Yanshen to the curb, easily landing a satisfying story and having their life on a winning streak.
The hotel's luxurious private rooms were filled with the clinking of glasses and lively conversation.
Muye was with me, entertaining some important leaders from Jiangcheng TV station.
This time, we came to Jiangcheng to promote our new album, and these dinner parties and social engagements were inevitable.
"Muye, I really like your songs, and I especially love your lovely appearance. You're so well-behaved. Here, Auntie will toast you."
The middle-aged female director of Jiangcheng TV station walked up to Mu Ye, her fair and plump hand stroking his chest as she spoke meaningfully.
This isn't the first or second time this has happened.
Makino was born with good looks, and wherever he went, female leaders who wanted to sexually harass him would try to take advantage of him.
I picked up my wine glass, smiled, and walked over.
"Director Meng, my son Mu Ye has never touched a drop of alcohol. He can't drink alcohol, and it would be a real shame if he damaged his throat. So, if you don't mind, I'll toast you on his behalf?"
I smiled politely at the station director, who was plump and dressed in a dark blue silk cheongsam in the Shanghai style.
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
“Miss Sheng, this is not the capital. In Jiangcheng, you must follow Jiangcheng’s rules.” The station director glanced at me indifferently, his tone full of contempt.
I gave Muye a wink and left.
Makino doesn't necessarily have to participate in their station's programs.
At worst, I'll just earn less.
"Master Meng, I respect you."
At this moment, Makino spoke up.
Dressed in a well-tailored, British-style suit, he held a small, exquisite wine glass in his long, slender, pale fingers, tilted his sharply defined jawline, and downed a glass of 50-proof Wuliangye liquor in one gulp.
He drank three cups in a row.
"Muye," I called him softly.
The female station director was so happy that she kept stroking his arm and pinching his cheek from time to time. "This kid is quite good at handling things."
She persuaded Muye to drink three more cups, and seeing that Muye was slightly tipsy and his face was flushed, she became even more excited.
I couldn't sit still any longer, so I pulled Makino aside to say goodbye.
Back in the car, I made Makino a cup of lemon honey water. "Who told you to talk to her?"
Makino leaned back in his seat, his long fingers tugging at his tie knot, pulling it open forcefully, and then unbuttoning two more buttons on his shirt. If his fans saw him like this, they would scream with excitement at his sexuality.
He opened his reddened peach blossom eyes, took the water glass, and said, "It's just a social obligation, it's unavoidable."
The boy spoke in a very mature tone, as if I were the one who didn't understand social etiquette.
I don't want him to repeat the mistakes of his past life.
They were driven to their deaths by these messy unspoken rules.
But shouldn't he be very averse to these kinds of social engagements?
"Muye, you're a singer-songwriter, not an idol who relies on his looks. I'll try to take you to fewer of these kinds of social events in the future." I'm probably the most laid-back manager in history.
"Sister Qiao, I really don't mind."
To everyone's surprise, Makino said that.
In the dimly lit carriage, the boy looked at me, his dark pupils filled with seriousness.
I reached out and touched his forehead to check his temperature. "What nonsense are you talking about? You want to be slept with by a woman who could be your mother? Even if you are, I won't allow it."
I didn't roll my eyes at him.
Has this brat been corrupted by the chaotic entertainment industry?
Why...why won't you let me?
Makino turned to look at me and asked softly.
Under the dim light, the boy's beautiful eyes sparkled with tiny glimmers of light.
On her long, pale neck, her Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"What do you think?" I couldn't help but tease him on purpose.
Makino's eyes suddenly darkened, and he abruptly turned his body to approach me, trapping me against the car.
At this moment, he was less docile and shy than usual, and more wild.
I was so shocked by him that my heart skipped a beat.
"You... want to... sleep with me?" he asked, glancing down at me.
He stood very close to me, and as he spoke, the warm smell of alcohol mixed with the milky aroma of sea salt sprayed onto my nose.
This ambiguous question actually made me blush and my heart race.
I felt like he was flirting with me.
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