Even if we meet, we pretend we don't know each other.
No one spoke.
After Ying Zhengqing and his group finished recording, they left. Not long after, the owner of a restaurant near the TV station brought them some extra food.
Song Rongrong has an unwritten rule when it comes to work: she doesn't accept overtime culture and will work herself to the bone to leave work on time at 5:30 pm.
Zhang Shu hadn't finished yet; she was too tired to continue. She'd come back tomorrow.
The two left the TV station together and ran into Kong Boxue and Han Yi, who were getting off work. The four of them went to the night market and ate barbecue skewers.
After some playful banter and joking, everyone went home after dinner.
Song Rongrong has to go to work tomorrow, so she went back to her house by the river.
When she got to the fourth floor, she used her key to open the door.
Someone came down from the fifth floor.
The moment the key was inserted into the lock—
The person upstairs appeared in her peripheral vision.
Hai Ge recognized Song Rongrong at a glance. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed "Holy crap!" He glanced at Song Rongrong, then turned back to look at Ying Zhengqing.
Ying Zhengqing ignored Hai Ge and kept looking ahead.
Song Rongrong didn't even glance at the two of them.
He turned the key, opened the door, went inside, and clicked it open—
The door is closed.
Hai Ge was still standing there, his two eyes not enough to see everything. He glanced at the door, then turned to look at Ying Zhengqing.
"What? What's going on here? I was wondering why you booked the house so quickly. Turns out you were waiting for me here!"
Ying Zhengqing's brow twitched slightly. "Have you said enough?"
Before Hai Ge could answer, Ying Zhengqing went downstairs first.
Ying Zhengqing, with his long arms and legs, left Hai Ge far behind in less than a minute, went downstairs and got into the car.
Hai Ge quickly chased after him downstairs, got into his car, and said, "Ying Zhengqing, don't be foolish! You have a bright future ahead of you. You're still so young, you'll have plenty of opportunities to date in the future. What's the rush now?!"
Ying Zhengqing's eyes were dark and swollen. His lips twitched slightly, and he said in an ambiguous tone:
"You've misunderstood. I have nothing to do with her."
Hai Ge exclaimed in a booming voice, "It's okay?! It's okay, you bought the house here!!!"
Ying Zhengqing: "A coincidence."
Hai Ge didn't believe it. He stared at Ying Zhengqing, determined to get an answer from him.
Ying Zhengqing curled his lips and said, "I'll say it again, I have nothing to do with her, she has no interest in me, we're from two different worlds, understand?"
Hai Ge was dumbfounded. "She doesn't like you?"
Ying Zhengqing scoffed, "I'm not a Renminbi, why would anyone like me?"
Finally, Ying Zhengqing added, "Don't go looking for her. She's doing fine at work. Don't cause any trouble."
Hai Ge's expression was slightly ambiguous. "Get lost! Do you think I'm that kind of person?!"
After being in this industry for a long time, one inevitably develops a restless, unrealistic mentality, assuming everyone will fawn over these glamorous people. Hai Ge wasn't surprised; Ying Zhengqing was someone he had mentored, and some women didn't like him… This realization astonished and puzzled Hai Ge. He rubbed his face, dismissing the thought, and instead comforted Ying Zhengqing:
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, so it just means you two aren't meant to be. Don't force things that aren't meant to be. Even if you were together, God would have to separate you."
Ying Zhengqing, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Have you said enough? If you want to give a speech about life, go to the company's conference room."
Hai Ge scoffed, "I'm only doing this for your own good, you ungrateful wretch!"
Ying Zhengqing's expression changed slightly. He wanted to say something sarcastic, but he held back. He frowned and said, "No matter how famous a celebrity is, they are still just a commodity for people to judge and evaluate."
Hai Ge disagreed: "Don't say that. Only real money in your own pocket is real. Everything else is just fluff. What you actually hold in your hands is what truly belongs to you."
Ying Zhengqing looked out the window, not wanting to respond.
Hai Ge added, “I know you musicians are all high and mighty and look down on the rules of the industry. Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. Once you’re in this industry, you have to follow the rules.”
Even the sharpest and most angular edges can be smoothed out little by little.
Ying Zhengqing hadn't been back to this house for a long time. He hadn't been in the capital recently; he had gone to Hong Kong to study vocal music. It was Hai Ge's idea to give a TV interview.
Ying Zhengqing came back today to pick up some things, but unexpectedly bumped into Song Rongrong on her way home.
He fiddled with the lighter, his brows furrowed with annoyance, then closed his eyes to hide his impatience.
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June arrived in the blink of an eye.
Wang Ya returned to the Wang family home once. She wanted to take the household registration booklet, but Wang Feng refused, and the father and daughter argued.
Wang Feng demanded money from Wang Ya before he would let her take the household registration booklet.
The house was smashed and turned into a complete mess.
When Wang Ya wanted to go to the bedroom, Wang Feng would grab her and prevent her from going in, or her mother would hug her legs.
In short, it all boils down to one word: money.
Wang Ya, unable to bear it any longer, tied up Wang Feng and his wife, gagged them, and cursed them from beginning to end before going back inside to retrieve their household registration booklet.
Before she left, her temples were throbbing.
Wang Ya is not someone who doubts herself. From her schooling as a child to her work as a police officer, she has seen all sorts of cases involving female suicides. With all these experiences, she will not allow herself to go down a dead end.
She stopped and turned to look at Wang Feng and the other person.
They untied the two of them.
Wang Feng glared at her angrily, as if she were his enemy.
Wang Ya took the big apple from the two people's mouths.
"Wang Ya, you'll die a horrible death, you bastard! I should have drowned you back then!"
Wang Ya looked back at the house where she had grown up, then turned to look at the two of them.
"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It's your own fault for not taking action back then."
Wang Feng got up from the ground and raised his hand to slap her, but when he met Wang Ya's cold and indifferent eyes, he froze...
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