She was…a b*stard? No wonder she never knew her parents, no wonder nanny never told her about her origin, no wonder she never had a parent, no wonder they never came to take her back. The truth was that they never wanted her, so they were trying to ignore her existence. She knew that the truth would be bitter but never in million years would she have thought that it would be this harsh.
She knew it was the truth yet she was trying to deny it; her emotions went complex and she broke out in tears. Agitated and hurt she pounced on the fatty. Yes, she wanted to kill him, how can he say so? How can he say that my parents don't want me? She punched him and he fell to the ground but before she could beat him up further the other children clutched her and pushed her to the ground. The fatty was bubbling with anger, "You wild fowl, how dare you touch me?"
He sat on her and started to punch her with all his might; she never knew she had so much energy within her but she pushed him off her and they fought for a good while when the other children finally pinned her down. They tugged her clothes and started to feed her dirt.
"You little whine, eat what you deserve!"
"B*stard, you dare to touch me?
"Beat her to the extent that she gets deformed!"
Amidst the curses and mocks she managed to escape from that Hell, though she ran quite a distance but the torturous shrieks were still audible to her.
"Ewwww..... Did I just touch her! Can someone get me soap and water?"
"Soap won't make it; I need to take a shower..."
"Even the thought of her face makes me want to throw up!"
"Poor.... How dirty!"
She ran with all her might and locked herself in the room; she stood before the mirror and looked at herself, dazed. Her clothes were ripped and dirty, her flawless face was covered with mud and scratches. The corner of her lip oozed with blood; there were wounds all over her hands and legs. But none of them hurt more than their words, maybe she felt better when her nanny used to ignore her questions. It was better she never knew the answer but now it was inhumane, circumstances were suffocating her to death!
Helplessness and loneliness gripped her as she hugged her knees and buried her head between her knees to cry. It was the first time she felt all alone, why was she abandoned like this? Why don't her parents want her? She was not the one who asked them to give birth to her, then why was she the one to be punished like this. She cried for a really long time all alone in that dark room, she really wanted someone to wipe off her tears and say, "You are not alone, you have me who love you dearly." But she knew it was next to impossible.... That was when she looked down at her soft palms. She raised them and wiped off her tears.
Yes, it was right! Why would I need someone to wipe off my tears when I have two hands myself? Why do I need a third person to support me when I can survive alone? She was destined to be alone, right? No problem.... She was okay with it! She promised to herself that no matter what she won't rely on anyone to live, she would never bother anyone.
This was the most brutal lesson this life taught her but this paved her path to what she was today! The naive Little Bunny never appeared again, neither does know where she went but after that night what left was the Qin Yue. Post that night she never nagged her nanny again, neither did she trouble her.
It's been a long time since it happened; the scars and wounds have long vanished but the humiliation and agony she experienced that day still makes her heart clench with pain.…She broke out from her fantasies and stared at the sky, telling herself not to break down and loose hope. That was when she found the door behind her being pushed open; it was her manager- Li Jin. The man was in his early twenties, the slim fit suit and rimmed spectacles on his nose gave him a professional and strong aura. He usually adorned an emotionless face as what happened in the world had nothing to do with him but now he looked tired and defeated. Qin Yue could vaguely guess what all happened in there and smiled."What, they are going to kick me out?" she asked nonchalantly.Li Jin was really surprised by her cool and composed manner but he couldn't hide his distress. She was an artist he cultivated with his o
One moth passed within a blink of an eye and in this time period she only managed to act in an advertisement. Her setbacks made her loose half of her popularity and if it continued like this then she would really disappear from the crowd. Though she tried to be composed and never let herself scatter within pieces but her heart still ached about it. People easily moved on, in no time she would be forgotten and someone else would easily replace her.Li Jin saw through her feelings and understood how she felt but he couldn't comfort her. He has been in this industry for a good while and well knew what happened to the artists who fall from peaks; never in million years would he have thought that one day he would see his Queen in this state. She was usually calm and quiet but now he could feel her depressed spirit."Qin Qin…""Jin Ge, let's go out for
…Li Jin returned shortly after the mysterious man left, he saw her fast asleep and had no intention to break her sweet slumber. He called two female waitresses who helped him to take her down to his car. He stuffed her at the backseat and was about to drive away when a man stopped him. Li Jin scrolled down his window and the man was the first to speak up, "Manager Li, our boss wants to speak with you."No normal men, especially with a beauty at his backseat, would immediately rush over to an unknown man. He inquired, "Who is your Boss?" The man didn't reply instead he gave him his phone. The phone was already connected to a call; Li Jin understood his gesture and received the phone to speak."Hello, who is this?""Manager Li!" replied a cold yet cello like voice which continued, "Am the CEO of NC.""NC? President Lu?" Li Jin was especially surprised.NC was an esta
She carelessly picked up the phone but before she could even say 'hello' he spoke up, "Qin Qin, are you awake?""Yes, what's up?""I have to talk to you about something. Can we meet up?" he asked nervously."Sure, at Down Town café at 10." She replied without a second thought."Okay!" and he hung up.Li Jin used his usual tone, the polite and causal one but Qin Yue could sense both excitement and hesitation in his voice, so it must be something really important so she didn't refuse and immediately agreed to meet up.…At Down Town café by ten, Qin Yue entered wearing a hat and cooling glass and immediately spotted Li Jin at a corner seat."Am here, tell me what is it." She spoke as she took her seat. Maybe Li Jin had still not compiled up his courage to tell her the fact.What if
He has successfully convinced her, Mr. Lu will be happy now, right! The two were taking the last sips of their coffee when Qin Yue suddenly remembered something, "Jin Ge, what about the compensation?"Li Jin came back to his senses, he evaluated, "You still have four years left in this damned company. Each year worth's two million Yuan, so four years sums up to 8 million Yuan!""Eight million Yuan?" she was taken aback. Yes, she was a famous actress but she had no money with her; all her money were used up as a settlement fee for the scandals that she had brought to herself. To be exact, with no job she was completely broke! She bit her lips, where was she going to arrange the money or was she to use up all her savings on it? Li Jin was silent too, he knew that all her savings would drain up by the paying the compensation fee.
The very next day, Li Jin went to work as nothing had happened. He knew that his Qin Qin was going to cancel the contract today but to avoid being suspected he kept calm as if he knew nothing.Sharp at 10, Qin Yue appeared with her lawyer and went straight in. The company was in an uproar as she appeared."Was that Qin Yue? Did she really appear or am I seeing things?""It really is her, Oh my! She has been no where to been seen for a month. I wonder where she was.""You are right; she was silent for a month. Sigh. I think she is still not able to accept the fact that she has lost all her previous glory.""Hey, who is the guy next to her? Seems like to be some lawyer.""Lawyer? Did she come to cause another trouble?"Qin Yue was calm towards the uproar; she didn't pay a
Not too far away Mo Yanyan was watching her leave and a cold smirk appeared on her face. She was one of those artists who were suppressed by Qin Yue, though it was not intentional. For last few years the company only focused on nurturing Qin Yue, all the best resources would be given to her and Mo Yanyan was roughly neglected. Though Mo Yanyan was popular but she couldn't beat her as she remained as the company's first preference. But for some reason Qin Yue was receiving constant failures in her career which gave Mo Yanyan a head start and now when she has finally left the company she would be naturally at the advantage as no other artist in the company was as popular as she was now.The result was instant as her manager was getting loads of works lined up for her, the resources which once belonged to that witch were now hers. She was delighted to see this and happily said to her manager, "Zhu Jie, isn't it great that
After giving the paparazzi some shots she finally entered the building; maybe the receptionist was already notified that she would be coming so without even needing her to say anything she escorted her to a cabin at the third floor where she was meant to meet someone named as Chen Han.The receptionist pushed open a door and said, "Mr. Chen, Miss Qin is here." Qin Yue couldn't see who it was so she didn't know what his natural reactions were. The receptionist received his signal and she allowed Qin Yue to enter the office. Inside were two single seated sofa between which stood a tea table; one seat was occupied by a man in his late twenties. He was lean and tall, one single glance and she immediately recognized him. He was the infamous Assistant Chen who was the personal assistant of the legendary President Lu. President Lu never exposed himself to the world so Chen Han was the one who usually represented him.