"Ban Yun Danhua! Ban Yun Danhua!"
The lights in the conference room were blindingly bright.
An oval-shaped conference table.
On one side sat a young girl with a hunched back, and on the other side sat a group of men and women dressed in formal attire.
The men and women all frowned, looking at the girl with disgust. The man in the lead politely flipped through a contract, then looked up, his voice calm.
"Miss Yun."
"Ms. Yun! You should know that after doing something like this, our Environmental Art Company can no longer continue our contract with you!"
A woman nearby interrupted the man, glaring anxiously at the girl.
"Shao Yaya just won the Global Chinese Pop Music Chart's Best Newcomer Award and is currently the hottest female star. You plagiarized her songs and interfered in her relationship, and now your reputation is ruined. We at Huanyi Art Studio really can't let you stay any longer."
“If you’re sensible, you should sign the contract quickly. Considering you’re a veteran of Huanyi, you won’t have to pay the penalty for breach of contract. After all,” the man looked at her mockingly, “you’re already washed up, you don’t have any endorsements or contracts, so there’s nothing to pay for breach of contract.”
The girl's face grew increasingly pale, and she cried out in anguish, "I didn't... I didn't plagiarize... I'm not! I'm not a homewrecker, I started dating Azen Su first! She's the one who broke up our relationship..."
The person opposite her looked at her with disdain.
"If you say you're not, who would believe you? Nobody blames you for having a secret relationship back then. Besides, Cen Su admits now that Shao Yaya is his only girlfriend!"
No!
No!
No!
But no matter how painfully she curled up, letting the spasms of agony clench her heart, and as the raging wind and snow swept over her, not a single person offered her a single look of pity.
The girl took the contract and left the meeting room in a daze.
The building was filled with well-dressed, handsome people—actors, celebrities, agents, assistants…
When everyone saw her, they instinctively frowned, some even rolling their eyes as if avoiding some foul-smelling garbage, and simply kept their distance.
"That's Yun Danhua? Tsk, when she debuted, wasn't she touted as the most beautiful newcomer? Turns out her acting is terrible, her singing is off-key, and when they sent her to work on the red carpet and in the fashion world, she was constantly falling down on the runway and red carpet..."
"It's a complete joke! If she doesn't flop, who will?"
"Now look what's happened! She still dares to be Shao Yaya's mistress, she deserves it!"
The girl slowly walked down to the first floor. Just as she stepped out the door, angry shouts suddenly rang out from outside: "Yun Danhua is out! Hit her!"
With a snap, a sharp pain shot through her forehead, and a sticky liquid trickled down. She reached out in horror to touch it.
It's a rotten egg.
A deluge of rotten eggs and vegetable leaves rained down on her.
"You bitch! Die!"
call--
Tong Su suddenly opened her eyes.
She lay on the soft bed in a spacious, exquisitely decorated bedroom. The double bed was large, but it was clear that she was the only one sleeping in it.
The faint sound of a man humming a song could be heard from outside the door, along with the sound of a range hood running.
The person called out, "Danhua, are you awake? I'll have dinner ready soon. Go wash up first, then come and eat."
Tong Su responded loudly and narrowed her eyes.
What she just dreamed about was the original owner's final fate.
That time is one year from now.
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