Chapter 15

Hotel, Room 403.

“You really are a complete and utter waste.”

“He Lingxing didn’t do that thing. Why couldn’t you find some other way to catch hold of her weakness? Didn’t you say before that you especially hated her? This is what you call hatred?”

The voice in her mind was like a parasite burrowing into her bones, constantly echoing beside her ears without stopping. When Shu Minglan got out of the car, she tightly pressed her temples, trying to use that to escape the disgusting voice, but it was useless.

That voice had always haunted her ears like a ghost, striking at her from time to time.

“Shu Minglan, you really disappoint me too much. He Lingxing did so many things before, yet you can actually forget them all? Now you’re shamelessly running up to be good friends with her? Is it that hard for you not to be a bootlicker? If you have that much time, you might as well go lick Murong Feng!”

Shu Minglan had originally been listening calmly, merely enduring the waves of uncomfortable stabbing pain coming from her mind. But when she heard this, her fist suddenly clenched hard.

“Who I want to be friends with is my own business. I also won’t be with him. Besides, He Lingxing hasn’t done anything illegal.”

The electric current spreading from the nerves in her brain made it feel as though all her limbs and bones were immersed in that stinging pain. However, to outsiders, she merely looked as if she were sitting there resting.

Forcibly enduring the severe pain, Shu Minglan said each word clearly:

“In the script I discovered, she really wasn’t a good person. But now, she’s completely different from before. Not only has she not treated me the way the script said she would, but every time, she’s the one who helped me out. That manager, too—He Lingxing was the one who sent her to prison. Otherwise, who knows when she would have finally been punished?”

After awakening to self-awareness, Shu Minglan had also thought about taking revenge on that manager, but compared with He Lingxing, she had far less power.

At that entertainment company, He Lingxing was, after all, the lofty CEO. If she wanted to deal with a manager, she only needed to find evidence against her, making the matter twice as effective with half the effort. But without He Lingxing’s help, it would have been much harder for Shu Minglan, as an artist, to bring down a manager.

“You really don’t know what’s good for you. Zzz… zzzzz…”

After that, the thing in her mind simply stopped talking to her and instead used electric currents in this rough manner, attempting to make Shu Minglan give in.

The pain that had originally felt like needles stabbing into her later simply became a tingling numbness. Shu Minglan had already grown much more used to being electrocuted. She was no longer like before, when the moment it touched her, she would be in agony.

She simply closed her eyes. In any case, this thing still needed her to follow the plot, so it could not kill her.

Pain that could not kill her was only temporary, and it would not make her lose any limbs either. Shu Minglan only felt her head aching more and more, as if ten thousand needles were stabbing fiercely into her nerves. After a while, even her legs became somewhat weak.

After enduring that torture for who knew how long, it finally ended. In a daze, Shu Minglan touched her back and found it covered in sweat, soaking even the innermost layer of clothing.

Shu Minglan shakily stood up from the lounge chair in read the original at bailiantales.com the room and poured herself a cup of sour plum drink to quench her thirst.

She had not forgotten the awkward situation she had nearly encountered at the company before. Once bitten by a snake, one fears well ropes for ten years. Only after confirming that the bottle she opened was still sealed did she relax.

After the sweet-and-sour juice went down her throat and into her stomach, the headache also improved greatly. She took a quick shower in the bathroom, then lay straight down on the bed. Tomorrow, she still had other scenes to film. She simply did not have the time to keep wasting herself like this.

While Shu Minglan was falling asleep, a tall, handsome young man wearing a mask walked into the small alley leading to the hotel. Perhaps because he had just finished handling work, Murong Feng’s eyes were also filled with exhaustion.

He lazily yawned and strode forward through the surveillance blind spot, not noticing the woman following behind him at all. The young woman at the front desk had seen several celebrities in one day. This time, after seeing a handsome man she could usually only see on TV, she was so excited that her face faintly flushed.

“Mr. Murong… it’s Room 403. If you need anything, you can call the front desk.”

A strong wind had started blowing outside. Filled with exhaustion, Murong Feng gave a soft response and endured his sleepiness as he walked toward the elevator.