Is that... President Jin's voice?
Hearing this, Zhou Chen was still a little stunned. It took him a while to react. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "President Jin, are you sure he's not next to you?"
"No," Si Jin said, putting the phone to her ear. "But he'll be back soon. Tell me in a simpler way."
"Oh, to put it simply, Xiao Linyuan... he has depression, and it's never gotten better."
Zhou Chen seemed to have finally found a second person to share with, and began to speak, word by word.
“He used to like to sit alone on set and daydream. I would occasionally call him and talk to him, but he would ignore me.”
"But recently, he has been trying to greet others with a smile. When he is alone, he takes a small rubber band and snaps his wrist repeatedly to keep himself from falling into a pessimistic mood. I guess it's a sign that he is trying to get better, but his injury is really serious."
"You know, it's hard for people with severe depression to even cry, let alone act out a crying scene."
"But the scene we were filming this morning was about his character getting his revenge, only to have his undercover brother point a gun at his head the moment he did it. The director asked us to add a little bit of tears to his complex expression."
"He doesn't know how to cry. After too many takes, he suddenly started arguing with the director, saying that he had long forgotten how to cry, and then he strode away."
"I finally managed to get my PR team to suppress the trending topic. Otherwise, if a malicious marketing account had taken a picture of it, they would have accused him of being arrogant."
"The director told him to continue filming tomorrow; the movie's schedule can't be delayed, you see..."
"Oh, it's nothing." Si Jin listened with a calm expression, showing no extra emotion. It was as if she were listening to someone else's story. She simply said, "I'll take him to the film set tomorrow. Don't worry."
Zhou Chen asked again, "Is he alright now?"
"It's fine." Si Jin glanced at the bedroom door. The door was open, and she could vaguely see Xiao Yingdi carrying food towards them.
She replied, "I'm cooking. He'll be back soon. I'm hanging up."
After saying that, he turned and pressed the button on his phone, then tossed it onto the bedside table.
It's unclear whether the last sentence caused the ambiguity, but Xiao Linyuan's eyes were filled with hostility when he entered.
The gloomy atmosphere seemed to want to strangle the person on the other end of the phone who was talking to Si Jin through the phone.
At this moment, Si Jin suddenly realized that Xiao Linyuan was also pretending in front of her.
Actually, his mental state wasn't as good as it seemed.
He was just too convincing in his act, too eager to play the role of a sunny, normal person, so much so that Si Jin... didn't even notice.
Clatter—
Xiao Linyuan placed the food on the table, moved a chair to sit on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and slowly handed it to him.
His tone remained casual: "Whose call was that?"
But at this moment, no one understood the hidden danger behind those words better than Si Jin.
Si Jin took a bite of porridge and casually replied, "Zhou Chen just complained to me about how difficult you are to manage, and asked me to help persuade him."
"Oh." Xiao Linyuan lowered his head and remained silent, but the murderous intent in his eyes lessened considerably.
It's likely that Xiao Linyuan didn't want him to know about his painful past, when he was controlled by Mu Fei...
Si Jin didn't say much or ask any questions, but a slight pain welled up in her heart.
Then I suddenly realized that it was quite remarkable that Zhou Chen had been able to live unharmed for so many years by Xiao Linyuan's side.
After finishing the last bite of porridge, he waved to Xiao Linyuan: "Get me a glass of water."
"Okay." Xiao Linyuan looked up, trying to force a smile, but it seemed... he failed.
She could only hurriedly conceal her expression and bring water to Si Jin.
The water was lukewarm, so it wouldn't hurt if it burned someone. Si Jin's eyes darkened slightly, and the moment she took the cup, she splashed the water directly onto Xiao Linyuan's wrist.
As he expected, beneath the clear water, the layer of disguise, made up of foundation, slowly peeled away, revealing repeated, deep, and terrifying scars.
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