Qin Yue was silent, anticipating for an answer from Du Jianan but the one to speak up was someone else. A sweet yet arrogant voice answered from behind her, "It's me who wants the house." Qin Yue turned to see Song Yishi walk towards her in a black two piece. Qin Yue frowned as she looked at the woman in disbelief. Tang Nuan, who was already acting high and mighty, gained up extra energy as Song Yishi was finally there. With a haughty and mocking tone, she said to Qin Yue, "Golden Age has decided to boost up our Yishi; everything that belonged to you once is now generously granted to her, including this house!"  Song Yishi was a model turned actress who had made a debut not too long ago. Song Yishi shared some common vibes as Qin Yue, so the higher ups were into cultivating her into a 'second Qin Yue' as the internet called her. Since her works were getting recognized by the netizens the company decided to give Song Yis

After narrating her the whole story Li Jin sat there still, thinking about something when his eyes landed on her. Qin Yue sensed his gaze and following his line of sight she looked at herself; that was when she realized that he was looking at the marks left by Lu Sheng. Till yesterday she was wearing a turtle neck top with a scarf draped around her neck but now she was in a hospital gown; though it covered most of her skin but some of the marks were still exposed.  Her cheeks burned red from embarrassment and she pulled up the blanket to hide herself. The light in Li Jin's eyes dimmed as he averted his gaze and looked into her eyes, the girl was not even ready to look straight at him. He took in a deep breath before asking her in a calm voice, "Do you have something to tell me?"  Qin Yue had never tried to hide anything from Li Jin, even if someone tried to

The man was quiet mysterious, it seemed that he really never existed but the sense of familiarity he gave her was something that she couldn't ignore. Her illness compared to these deep thoughts gave Qin Yue a mild headache. She locked her phone and kept it aside as she decided to temporarily give up on the topic and focus on recovering. She closed her eyes and lay back on her bed when a nurse came in and gave her a warm smile. "Miss Qin." She greeted for which Qin Yue nodded politely.  The nurse seemed to be in her early twenties, her jet black hairs were twisted into a descent bun. Her skin was delicate and her features were stunning. Qin Yue had to admit, this young girl was a real beauty. The nurse was friendly as she removed her IV drip, checking on her pulse; she nodded and inquired, "Mmm… everything seems stable. Does it hurt anywhere?"  Qin Yu

Lu Sheng locked his phone and looked at the time; he still had some time before the next activity so he carelessly leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes as the events from the previous night slowly ran in his mind.… That day, after leaving the office he was so mad that he stayed shut in his car without moving an inch. He did hurt her in the room previously and left her to suffer all alone but his stupid heart was restless, thinking about how she was doing. There came a certain time when he couldn't stop thinking what she was up to, did she managed to get out of there? Without a second thought he clicked open an app which connected him to the surveillance camera installed in his room. Through it he saw her all alone shivering in the dark, trying to cover herself with a tablecloth.  A ting of pain scattered all over his heart as he wanted to

Lu Sheng exited the lift and strode straight to him car which was parked on the other side of the road. As he opened the back seat door and carefully put Qin Yue in a screech thundered in his ears. An Audi car which drove like crazy came to the halt. The back doors were the first to open and two men exited complaining amongst themselves, "Damn, don't ever let the Chief take hold of the wheel again." Lu Sheng stood as a stone and had his focus on the driver seat; it seemed that this guy was the only one who had not changed at bit in these years. Soon, the door flung and a bold figure came to sight; he had his hair neatly done with gel and a pair of dark shades protected his sharp gaze, this guy had this weird passion for goggles that he won't remove them even in night. The wind blew and rustled his fancy coat as he swept his palm through his hair and removed his glasses; not only did he give zero vibes of a policeman but he looked more like a 'bad boy' male lead form a manhua.