Many netizens, among the legions of trolls, were gradually swayed, feeling more or less that the trolls had a point.
"Seems like it may indeed be true... there were several times Wei Qinghe laughed that didn’t have the same feeling as the sixth prince."
"Yes, I’ve been feeling this way for a long time. He’s breaking the illusion, his acting skills are lacking."
...
Compared to the corporate PR and leadership team, Wei Qinghe was the first to know these opinions most directly. Inside his cramped 40 square meter room, which was clean and neat, only a bed, a table, and a clothes cabinet were placed. On the table was the script from Director Sun Lei a few days ago. It looked particularly old because he often read and perused it. Inside the cabinet, the costumes were hung in dust covers, everyday clothes folded neatly beneath. The window did not face the sun. Even if the curtains were pulled open, not much light came in. The room was always unusually gloomy.
He was sitting by the bed, holding the phone in his hand, resting on his thigh. The phone screen was still lit, displaying his Weibo page, where most of the comments below were derogatory towards him.
Even the smallest of faults were magnified in their mouths. His efforts went unnoticed. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"Can he even be considered an actor like this?"
"You are the downfall of this movie."
Weibo was more lively than ever before, but it was a commotion fueled by insults.
"You are the downfall of your mother’s life."
"This kid, we, the Qiu Family, disown."
"Don’t you dare blame your mother for her lack of self-control, for daring to be pregnant before marriage. Now that she’s fallen ill, this is her retribution."
"You poor wretch, dare you not obey me?"
Wei Qinghe’s fingers felt numb. His head was lowered, his hair covered his moist eyes. Unpleasant past memories were unexpectedly brought back to mind, involving similar scoldings and accusations.
Maybe he was a mistake from the start.
His thoughts turned to the people around him. The image of his mother’s loving face, and the image of Yu Ting supporting him in the theater, emerged in his mind.
Even causing trouble for others.
So tired.
Dinglingling.
The cold ringing of the phone echoed in the room, breaking Wei Qinghe’s train of thought. He quickly picked up the phone to check.
Incoming call: 158×××××××
A call from the hospital.
After recognizing the incoming call, Wei Qinghe took several deep breaths to adjust his voice and mood before answering, "Hello? Dr. Qi, how is my mother?"
"Her condition is not good, it’s worsened. The cancer cells have further spread and the medication is now barely effective. We suggest another round of chemotherapy."
The familiar yet strange male voice from the phone was his mother’s primary doctor.
The two had many calls due to his mother’s illness.
"Okay, okay, let’s go with chemotherapy. Thank you, doctor." Wei Qinghe agreed forthrightly, his face with a smile and his tone polite, "I will arrange the payment as soon as possible."
"Alright, hurry up. Your mother’s condition is no longer optimistic, if you drag it on any longer... it might be too late."
The man’s stern words came from the other end of the phone, his tone serious.
Time waits for no one.
"Alright, alright. I will, I will. Please take care of my mother, Dr. Qi. I will find a way to get the money." On this end of the phone, the person was nodding his head, Wei Qinghe responded quickly and his attitude was very sincere.
After talking about Mrs. Wei’s physical condition for a while, they finally hung up the phone.
Quietness returned to the room. Wei Qinghe cradled the phone in his arms after the call ended. He slightly bowed his head, his vision blurred as his childhood memories kept emerging in his mind.
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