Lin Muci was contacting Ye Tongtong.
What she didn't know was that at the same time, Ling Qianhe was sitting in his study, his eyes dimly flashing.
And before him, a little boy sat with a thick stack of math workbooks.
The little boy rubbed his head and sat up straight.
"Do you have to be so ruthless?"
"Ten mock exams. Ten yellow workbooks."
"Are you trying to kill me?"
Under the lamplight, Ling Qianhe's handsome face still held a smile.
"Shouldn't this be a piece of cake for you?"
The other party was clearly very annoyed.
"But Xia Zhiqian is just a child. I can't do anything beyond his capabilities. If he can't do it, he can't do it."
"How can a child star have such good academic performance? He's not some genius with an IQ over two hundred who's been given a cheat code."
"These problems are too difficult for him."
He bit the end of his pen, then finally threw it down with great resentment.
"If you're like this, I'll have to go to Lin Muci every day for her to tutor me. Isn't she good at her studies? Didn't she get into Tsinghua?"
"I'm going to her!"
"Have her tutor me every day!"
He jumped up, ready to leave the desk.
But Ling Qianhe's movements were faster. He placed a hand on his shoulder.
Xia Zhiqian heard him say,
"I can also tutor you. No need to trouble Little Ci. She still has work, she's very tired."
The boy opposite sighed.
If Ling Qianhe hadn't found his home and offered to tutor him and teach him acting, his parents wouldn't have excitedly sent him over.
Especially the mother of this child star he had possessed.
She was actually a CP fan of Ling Qianhe and Lin Muci.
She had directly handed him over.
And told him.
If sister Lin Muci came, he should be good and do his homework.
Absolutely not disturb them.
And remember to close the door!
Good heavens, Ling Qianhe and Lin Muci were in love, and his main system had closed the door!
Did he have no dignity!
His mother had also insisted he do this.
It made it seem like this body, this son, was adopted!
CP fan mothers were really troublesome. Just thinking about it made his head hurt.
But he hadn't come here just to do homework.
Xia Zhiqian looked up at Ling Qianhe's dark, deep eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he asked him,
"Ling Qianhe—you—"
He was momentarily speechless.
Ling Qianhe said,
"What do you want to say? Aren't you here to find your little system?"
He was being quite upright. Xia Zhiqian pursed his lips, a faint trace of annoyance flashing across his delicate little face. He said,
"You clearly want to know about her."
"And don't you want to know how to keep her by your side forever?"
Ling Qianhe laughed. His laughter was clear and resonant, yet it could easily stir a chill in people's hearts. Then Ling Qianhe said,
"Of course, I want to know. But is wanting useful?"
"I only know what I should do that is right."
"Isn't what I'm doing now already very good?"
The boy opposite pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembling slightly. Then his voice echoed lowly,
"Ling Qianhe—"
"Did you think about anything after I told you last time?"
"Do you have any special feelings?"
Ling Qianhe looked at the delicate child before him.
The smile at the corner of his lips became more unfathomable.
The lights intertwined. Under the chandelier, his eyes seemed to hide the fire of midnight, so deep and misty, making it impossible to fathom his true emotions.
"Do I need to have any special feelings?"
"You said, only her little system knows her past."
"If she wants to tell me, she will naturally tell me."
"I am never the type to force her."
The boy opposite stared at him with half-belief. Never forcing Lin Muci?
How come that little system always looked like the sky was falling, saying the host was being bullied by that damned villain again?
He was still thinking.
Ling Qianhe suddenly looked up. He said in an extremely calm tone,
"I remember you asked me why someone like me, so gloomy and indifferent, would love her."
"You also said that this kind of love came too easily."
"After all, I'm not naturally inclined to believe in the warmth of this world. No matter how much love others give me, even if I stand on a stage with thousands of people, it's hard to warm this broken heart riddled with holes."
Such painful things.
He spoke of them so lightly, as if making a final judgment.
"Some people are born irredeemable. And they never need redemption."
"Because they never feel they have committed any sin."
"I am that kind of person."
A villain by nature.
Pain permeated his body; pain forged him.
He lowered his head. In the bright lamplight, his eyelashes were like fine fans.
Then Ling Qianhe said,
"But I love Lin Muci."
"I like her appearing before me. I like that time when she treated my wounds when I was young, I like her handing me rice balls from the convenience store, I like her scolding me for getting myself covered in wounds and saying she would be heartbroken."
"I also like her appearing in my closet after disappearing for five years, I like her being my assistant and taking care of me personally."
"Even more, I like cooperating with her on stage, I like acting together, I like every moment of hers."
"I remember everything."
"My heart is moved by everything."
"As long as a person is alive, breathing, and their heart is still beating, they can be moved by someone."
"I love her."
"She is everyone's Lin Muci in this world, the center of the stage, the best actress in movies."
"But she is my Mu Ci sister, and mine alone."
"I am very satisfied."
"Although I get jealous."
"Although I get envious."
"But I am still very satisfied."
"With her, I am very happy."
The person opposite listened silently. Although he had a child's face, he listened with exceptional seriousness, even showing a thoughtful expression.
He mumbled,
"He's really... only focused on her. No wonder for so long... his obsession is so deep..."
Ling Qianhe smiled, hearing the boy opposite tell him in a tone like a charlatan,
"If you are really curious about her past, about the worlds she has conquered, there is actually a way."
"There isn't no clue at all."
He thought that by throwing out this bait, Ling Qianhe would take it.
He cared so much about Lin Muci, he would show excitement.
But Ling Qianhe glanced at Xia Zhiqian with a lazy expression. The corner of his lips curved into a smile.
"I've probably guessed something."
"Continue speaking. Let me hear it."
Xia Zhiqian was stunned—he stammered,
"What do you know?"
Ling Qianhe smiled but said nothing.
Now it was Xia Zhiqian's turn to be anxious.
Could it be—
Did he really remember something?