Si Muchen carried the increasingly dazed Li Qing into the bedroom, his voice hoarse: “Don’t move around. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back…”
Li Qing bit his neck. “Hold back my ass… I’m suffering!”
Si Muchen gently placed him on the bed and collapsed beside him. He propped himself up on his arms to look at him, his breathing ragged, the desire about to burst forth in his eyes plain to see. He lowered his head to bite Li Qing’s reddened earlobe and stroked his bruised right cheek.
“What is your name? Who sent you here? Are you truly doing this of your own free will? Is the injury on your face from resisting? Don’t be afraid. If you aren’t willing, I’ll call an ambulance right now and send you to the hospital…”
Li Qing was nearing despair. He struggled to turn over, grabbed the “little buddy” nearby who was quite excited, and gritted his teeth: “You… are you a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!? I really want to squeeze you to death!”
Li Qing thought his grip was firm, but he had little strength left, which only served to make the “little buddy” grow even more.
Si Muchen bowed his head and took a few deep breaths. “I gave you a chance. You brought this upon yourself!”
He Xiao was squatting at the door, occasionally pressing his ear to the wood to listen, but the hotel’s soundproofing was too good, he couldn’t hear a thing. After sighing for a while, he looked at the bodyguard beside him. “Do you know that person? Is he close to Muchen? He hugged him so tightly the moment he arrived; could they be dating in private without me knowing?”
The bodyguard shook his head. “I didn’t see his face clearly.”
“Sigh, I didn’t see it either, but one thing is for sure he’s a man!”
He Xiao was heartbroken. He had been fighting with anti-fans earlier, firmly asserting that Si Muchen was a straight man. Now, he was being slapped in the face. And as a humble manager, what could he do? He could only call the studio and have them prepare a response strategy so that if word got out, they wouldn’t be caught off guard. He also had to call Director Che, who was coming over later, to reschedule the discussion about the script.
The two sat at the door chatting for an entire morning, only to be snapped by paparazzi who had managed to sneak into the hotel. Because it concerned Si Muchen, it instantly caused a massive stir online.
#SiMuchenAbusesHisManager!# #HeXiaoIsTrulyPitiful# #GoldenManagerInEntertainmentIndustryReducedToBeingPitiful!#
He Xiao browsed Weibo in his spare time and was rendered speechless by the trending topics. The comments were mixed, though most people still trusted Si Muchen; having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, how could he leave such obvious evidence of wrongdoing?
He Xiao pulled the bodyguard over to film a video and uploaded it: “Everyone, don’t misunderstand. A stalker fan was trying to cause trouble, so I had to guard the door myself.”
With that one sentence, he turned the public opinion around.
The hotel finally discovered the paparazzi and kicked them out. With the situation outside resolved, inside the room…
Li Qing was too tired and slept soundly. Si Muchen picked him up, carried him into the bathroom, cleaned him up, and dressed him in his own clothes. When he came out, he glanced at the pants thrown on the floor, checked the pockets, and found Li Qing’s phone and wallet. Inside the wallet were two bank cards and an ID card.
“Li Qing… what a beautiful name. Qingqing…”
Si Muchen muttered his name for a while before getting dressed and walking out of the room. “He Xiao, get ready. We’re going to the hospital.”
Li Qing had been drugged, after all, and Si Muchen didn’t know if it would have any long-term effects on his health. He wanted to take him to the hospital for a check-up.
After the examination, they lay in the VIP ward waiting for the results. Li Qing still hadn’t opened his eyes. Si Muchen lay by the bedside thinking: Did I go too far? Is Qingqing’s body really that weak?
In reality, Li Qing was receiving the memories and the story line, which San Sui was transmitting to him in the form of a dream.
The original owner was twenty years old this year. If Li Qing hadn’t arrived, he would have fallen to his death from a building. He had three final wishes. First, to bring the people who caused his death to justice. Second, he hoped to apologize to his family for making them worry for so many years; he had no way to repay them. Lastly, he had been forced into a “cool and aloof beauty” persona in the entertainment industry, which did not fit his true personality at all. He wanted to do as he pleased, act freely, speak his mind, scold whoever he wanted, and “trash” everyone in his path! He didn’t crave fame or fortune, just the freedom to act like a complete mess!
The original owner had these requests primarily because he had the backing of his family. He was the youngest son of the richest man in the Z-country, and the Li family had protected him well. The original owner grew up abroad; others only knew that Li Shanhai had another son at the age of 45, but after all these years, no one knew what he looked like.
The original owner had been doted on since childhood; his older brother inherited the family business, so he was only responsible for eating, drinking, and having fun, acting as his heart desired. At nineteen, he felt that life as a useless “rice-worm” was too boring and was determined to break into the entertainment industry, which was met with unanimous opposition from his family! The Li family felt that even though the original owner looked boisterous, his nature was very pure and he wasn’t suited for that circle.
After some twists and turns, the original owner broke with his family, shouldered a suitcase, and set off to pursue his dream. His father, Li Shanhai, was so angry he didn’t eat for three meals, resulting in a stomach ulcer. He shouted that he wouldn’t care about him anymore and wanted to see what he could achieve!
The Li family truly stopped caring for the original owner, even cutting off all his financial support, leaving him only 500,000 yuan. On one hand, they wanted to force him back; on the other hand, they wanted to see if their pampered young master would show resilience and surprise them when faced with a predicament where no one was helping him.
The original owner was determined to enter the entertainment industry; he was happy even if he had to live in a small apartment and eat instant noodles. He participated in a talent show as a civilian contestant, and with his looks and naturally good voice, he beat out all the capital-backed contestants to debut at number one.
Unfortunately, this limited-time group encountered interest disputes among the company’s senior management, and the seven of them had very little work; even with many fans, they were slowly lost. As a newcomer with “no background,” the company forced a “cool and aloof” persona on him. Whenever he spoke, his manager would scold him and tell him to say less. The original owner thought of his dream and endured it in silence. A small assistant would film behind-the-scenes footage of the dormitory for the fans, and to maintain his persona, he remained taciturn even in the dorms.
The entertainment industry is realistic. Being so outstanding without any backers meant it was normal to attract jealousy. The original owner was very unpopular in the team and was pushed out, forced to leave the group dormitory and rent a place of his own.
A few days ago, the manager managed to secure a resource for their group with the condition that someone had to accompany the investor. Indeed, the investor was a man, and the group was entirely male. The person pushed out was the original owner. He didn’t live in the dormitory, so he had no idea what had happened. The manager used “talking business” as an excuse to trick him into coming to the hotel, where he drank tea that had been “spiked.”
The manager left with an excuse, the investor appeared, and only then did the original owner realize he had been deceived. The original owner fought back desperately, was slapped several times while dazed, and while the investor was undressing, he struggled to make a call for help.
Li Shanhai, feeling somewhat emotional, answered the phone and gave an arrogant snort: “What? Now you know that circle is bitter…”
“Dad, save me… ah—”
The original owner clutched his phone while evading the investor; the two wrestled on the balcony, and the original owner accidentally fell off the building, dying on the spot.