For the next few days, Lin Miu Ci obediently attended school.
With Uncle Li driving her to and from school every day, the paparazzi couldn't get in, and they quieted down considerably.
When her music stage performance aired, she was in the middle of an exam.
Fans, watching the dazzling girl on stage, couldn't help but express their admiration.
【Little Ci is just too amazing.】
【The song "Phoenix Soars Through Nine Heavens" fits her perfectly, it's flawless!】
【It's like—it's like this song was written entirely by Little Ci; she poured her soul into singing it!】
The fans were deeply moved.
They felt Lin Miu Ci had done an excellent job.
【Wei Yang actually rapped! Baby voice rap is the cutest! Woo, didn't Wei Yang say in her last interview that she and Little Ci often slept in the same bed? I'm totally shipping it!】
It was indeed the relationship of sleeping in the same bed.
However, a new account appeared in Lin Miu Ci's fan group.
Devoted to Little Ci: 【Hmph. She didn't have anything with Yang Wei Yang.】
【Whoever hugged her to sleep, whoever kissed her, whoever had intimate moments with her late at night, she knows best herself.】
As a result, this account was attacked by the fans, who proceeded to verbally tear it to shreds.
【Bah! What do you know!】
【Don't slander our Little Ci!】
【Group leader, quickly block this account! Little Ci is only nineteen, this person is too perverted! Block them immediately!】
In the dark room, Ling Qian He stared expressionlessly at his phone.
His newly created alt account.
It had been blocked.
He let out a soft snort.
If it weren't for the fact that he feared Lin Miu Ci would be angry, he would have used his main account to post.
He could easily imagine what kind of earthquake his statement would cause if he posted it from his main account.
Lin Miu Ci would definitely be angry, thinking he had ruined her idol career.
Therefore, Ling Qian He had no choice but to endure.
He fell silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and logged into another account.
"Ding dong! You have a new message."
His account hadn't been logged into for a long time, and someone immediately messaged him.
"Qian, that very famous American sewer company has disbanded—it's rumored they gave employees hefty severance packages plus security contracts worth hundreds of millions."
"Gossip suggests someone went missing from the underground laboratory there."
"It's likely to cause a major upheaval later."
Ling Qian He naturally knew what was going on.
The missing person was in the hospital he collaborated with. He immediately sent a message.
"Mind your own business."
A moment later, he continued.
"Help me investigate Yang Lan Yan."
"Find out his past, preferably find his weakness, and the person he cares about most. Continuously monitor his activities."
He was never a soft-hearted person.
To climb to the pinnacle of the world in five years and become a top celebrity in the bloody entertainment industry, those who had experienced his methods understood them.
If Yang Lan Yan wanted to compete with him for Little Ci, he wouldn't mind making him disappear!
No one would take away what he valued.
...
While Ling Qian He was investigating Yang Lan Yan, at the clinic, Yang Lan Yan stared expressionlessly at Ling Qian He's photo in the latest news alert.
"International Film Emperor Ling Qian He to join Director He Yun Ru's new film..."
"Rumor has it the female lead is a newcomer..."
He indifferently looked at Ling Qian He's exceptionally handsome face, then lowered his head expressionlessly and wiped a gleaming scalpel.
Although he was a psychologist, it didn't mean he didn't know how to wield a knife.
He gripped the scalpel tightly in his palm, veins throbbing on his temple.
"Ling Qian He..."
Having Lin Miu Ci snatched away from him.
This was an utter humiliation for Yang Lan Yan!
Moreover, he was not unaware of his secret.
Madam Ling had consulted him for therapy, so he naturally knew his past, knew the darkness hidden behind his secrecy, knew his shameful past, and knew how he had climbed to where he was today.
He thought Ling Qian He wasn't that invested in Little Ci. After all, according to Madam Ling, the woman Ling Qian He cared about most.
Should have been an older sister he met in an orphanage when he was young.
He didn't expect—
That he would develop feelings for Little Ci.
Why?
Was it because Little Ci resembled that woman, so he treated Little Ci as a replacement?
Or was there a deeper, more unspeakable secret behind it?
Yang Lan Yan's gaze deepened, as if talking to himself.
"He doesn't even want his own mother's ashes anymore?"
"Ling Qian He, you have such an obvious handle in Madam Ling's hands, why are you dragging Little Ci into this vortex?"
"You bastard!"
...
While the two men competed in jealousy and blackening, Lin Miu Ci went to class, slept, and lived a fulfilling life.
Finally free from the men around her, she felt incredibly comfortable.
"Host, you need to get it together!"
Lin Miu Ci was utterly perplexed.
"I'm working on my career! I'm preparing for exams, then joining a drama to film, writing songs, practicing dance—so fulfilling! As for Ling Qian He, who is he?"
The system was helpless against her.
However, this damned world clearly wouldn't let her off so easily. After school, Lin Miu Ci still got into Uncle Li's car to go home, and she heard Uncle Li say:
"Someone is waiting for you. That car has been parked there for a long time."
Lin Miu Ci's first thought was, "Paparazzi?"
Uncle Li shook his head.
"The car is very expensive, and the license plate is very distinctive."
A distinctive license plate?
Lin Miu Ci's first thought was Ling Qian He's MC520, but she quickly thought of someone else.
Feng Yu Ting!
And as the car door opened, Feng Yu Ting indeed appeared, then walked towards her. Lin Miu Ci felt a headache coming on.
There must be reporters nearby taking photos!
She would be on the headlines tomorrow.
If Ling Qian He saw this, he would get jealous again.
But Feng Yu Ting stood at the entrance, looking as if he would guard her until the end of time.
This was the billionaire CEO.
Even so, shouldn't an ordinary person get out to greet him?
But Lin Miu Ci was definitely not an ordinary person.
She glanced at Feng Yu Ting, then without a hint of hesitation, without even rolling down the window, she gave Uncle Li a direct order!
"Drive home."
Uncle Li immediately hit the accelerator, making the CEO eat a face full of exhaust fumes!
Feng Yu Ting stared in disbelief at the Porsche speeding away. He could never have imagined that Lin Miu Ci would drive off without even opening the car door!
The paparazzi had nothing to write about.
The CEO was sprayed with exhaust fumes?
Who would want to read that!
...
That evening, the photo of Feng Yu Ting being sprayed with exhaust fumes by Lin Miu Ci still made it onto the trending list. The paparazzi thought it was at least some kind of news.
Before, they hadn't paid much attention to him and Lin Miu Ci, but his appearance today had sparked the fans' Sherlock Holmes-like interest.
【Strange?】
【Isn't this a business magnate who appeared on a financial magazine? What is he doing? I remember he was on a variety show before, was he trying to pursue Little Ci... I remember the camera wasn't turned off that time.】
【Yes, it's him! His name is Feng Yu Ting, ugh, I remember how extremely arrogant he was before.】
【But Little Ci couldn't be bothered to even look at him!】
Everyone thought he was being self-indulgent.
【Didn't you see Little Ci drive away without even opening the car door, leaving him with exhaust fumes?】
However... the fans also started to worry.
【Will he suppress Little Ci?】
【Little Ci has Ling Qian He protecting her, what's there to fear from Feng Yu Ting? No matter how rich he is, he can't cover the sky with one hand. Besides, Little Ci is also a rich young lady. I don't think you need to worry!】
The fans were finally able to put their minds at ease.
That's good.
Lin Miu Ci was scheduled to shoot a magazine cover the next day.
She wore a black long dress, but on her head was a resplendent, crimson, bewitching flower that resembled a Lycoris radiata. The girl stood there, and everyone in the room held their breath for her, even the photographer was captivated by her.
And after the shoot ended, Lin Miu Ci nodded and turned to leave. In the hallway.
Someone was waiting for her.
It was Feng Yu Ting.
The mature and mellow man looked at her with what seemed like gritted teeth.
"Can we talk?"
Lin Miu Ci said.
"I'm sorry, I'm still working. I don't have much time."
She hurried to brush past him, and then she heard Feng Yu Ting's voice, as if spoken from between his teeth, word by word.
"I know there must be something between you and Ling Qian He!"
"I've clashed with him for years, I know that little wolf cub's personality too well—if he didn't like you, let alone promote you, he wouldn't even touch you."
"But why do you have to choose him too?"
"There are so many people in the entertainment industry, why does it have to be Ling Qian He?"
His voice was filled with extreme frustration.
"Why does everyone choose him? What's wrong with me?"
He couldn't understand.
He looked at the girl in front of him, desperately wanting an answer.
And in the night, Lin Miu Ci lowered her head. In the dim light, her features looked like an angel descended from heaven.
The night itself seemed moved by her face.
She smiled, her beauty pure and incomparable.
"I don't know why others don't choose you."
"But speaking for myself,"
"It's not that others are not good, but rather... he is too possessive, too persistent. He makes my world revolve only around him."
This is what yandere means.
When they love someone, they want to devour them down to their bones.
She also wanted to choose others.
But if she did, Ling Qian He would probably chop them up—he would risk his life to have her.
He wanted her world to be entirely about him.
Lin Miu Ci sighed.
"I can't help it."
"No choice."
The system muttered.
"Why are you making excuses? You clearly love Ling Qian He... You're still stubbornly refusing to admit it."
"What do you mean no choice? You could choose Yang Lan Yan, or Feng Yu Ting now."
"They aren't incapable of confronting Ling Qian He. Yang Lan Yan is the underground king in the US, and Feng Yu Ting is the child of destiny in this little world..."
"Only Ling Qian He is the villain who destroys the world, but you still choose him."
"Admit it, you love him."
Lin Miu Ci originally intended to retort to the system.
But after a moment of silence, she raised her head and looked at Feng Yu Ting.
She said.
"If I really have to say why, it's because I've fallen for him."
"Love cannot be forced."
"I once was moved by him."
"And I still am, to this day."
The system shouted!
"I'm going to get a recorder and play it for Ling Qian He day and night!"
"Host, you're so good at this ahhhhh!"
"Qian He will be so smitten by this confession! Why don't you say this to his face?"
Lin Miu Ci was silent for a moment. She became haughty.
Idiot.
Why should she let him get so smug!