Bai Lu got scammed, but I became a superstar through e-commerce.

She took out her phone and dialed the number on the note. "Hey. Did you do anything to me yesterday?" The male protagonist panicked immediately, saying no, really no, I didn't do anything. The female protagonist said, "Come over here right now and explain yourself to me."

"The male lead went there. The female lead insisted that since the male lead had slept with her, he had to take responsibility. At the snack street behind the school, the female lead sat in a milk tea shop with a table full of grilled skewers, fried noodles, fried chicken cutlets, oden, and two cups of milk tea in front of her. After she finished eating, she made the male lead pay the bill."

Bai Lu couldn't help but laugh: "This female lead is too ruthless."

Qingxiao didn't laugh; he turned the page.

"The female lead started clinging to the male lead. It wasn't that she liked him, it was an unreasonable possessiveness. From then on, she would ask him to pay for whatever she wanted to eat, carry her bags when she wanted to go shopping, and drive her wherever she wanted to go. The male lead would go every time, saying 'I won't come next time,' but he would still go next time."

One day, they went for a walk by the river. The female lead suddenly stopped, looked at the river, and said, "Male lead, jump in." The male lead said only a madman would jump in. The female lead said it was fine if he didn't jump, but he had to tell the truth—had he ever liked me? The male lead was stunned for a moment and didn't have time to answer. The female lead said, "Never mind, I'll help you." Then she reached out and pushed him.

"Did it go down?" Chen Yu asked.

"He was pushed in. When the male lead climbed out of the river, he was soaking wet and shivering from the cold. The female lead looked at him and laughed out loud. What followed was a very barbaric and inhumane prank."

Qingxiao turned to the last few pages of the script, his voice becoming more subdued.

"The female lead is sick; she's been diagnosed with the illness for a long time."

"She had been chatting with someone online. That person's profile picture was the same photo as the male protagonist's profile picture on his social media platform. She had known all along that the male protagonist was that person, but she never confronted him about it. After being diagnosed, she thought about just disappearing, but she didn't. She didn't want to implicate him, nor did she want to part ways silently. So she approached him in her own way—pretending to faint, pretending to bump into him unexpectedly, pretending to accidentally fall on top of him."

"Was it true that you fainted that day?" Bai Lu asked.

"It's true. The low blood sugar is also true. Her body was very weak after chemotherapy, and she could collapse on the street at any moment. But she chose that street for a whole week. She knew there was a budget hotel on that street. She knew the male lead would pass by there at that time. She even calculated the distance from where she would collapse."

He turned to the last page.

Three years later, the female protagonist passed away. The male protagonist received a package containing only a USB drive. He opened it and found a video inside.

"It's the female lead. She's sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a woolen hat, incredibly thin, but her eyes are bright. She smiles at the camera and then says..."

Qingxiao looked down at the script.

"Did you see that? These are all our memories. You know, I wanted to leave quietly, but I couldn't. I wanted you to remember me. Remember that there was a girl who was fierce, mean, and savage towards you. I pushed you into the river, ate all your living expenses, and made you spend ages searching your pockets in the bubble tea shop. I did it all on purpose. I just didn't know what else to do. I love you, but I don't have time anymore. So this is the only way I can give you the most profound memories in the shortest amount of time."

Chen Yu put down his pen, took off his glasses, and wiped the lenses with his sleeve.

Bai Lu lowered his head, his eyes red.

"Then, the video showed all the times the female lead and the male lead spent together. It turned out that the male lead had hired a photographer to follow them and record every little detail of their encounters."

Qingxiao closed the script and looked at Bailu.

"This story is called 'My Girlfriend is a Little Wild.' Bai Lu, it's written especially for you, to create a character for you on screen, what do you think?"

Chen Yu sat opposite him, his sketchbook open on the table, and he was still clutching the pencil in his hand.

There wasn't a single word on the notebook.

While Qingxiao was reading the script, he was still drawing at first.

The painting depicts the moment when the female protagonist falls onto the male protagonist.

But he stopped drawing when he got to the third stroke.

He listened as Qingxiao finished reading the last page, hearing the line, "Actually, our meeting was my deliberate arrangement," and then he found himself staring blankly at the blank sketch paper.

He had been in the film and television industry for several years. He had seen producers who used investment to fool people, founders who boasted with PowerPoint presentations, and screenwriters who revised their scripts eighteen times, making them worse with each revision.

He assumed this interview would be the same.

A young man who made some money running a Taobao store had a wild idea: he wanted to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan to make a short film to promote his girlfriend.

He took the job because he needed the money.

But now, as he looked at the person in front of him, his chin tucked in slightly, and there was a light in his pupils that seemed to have been pierced by something and then quickly closed up.

When this person was reciting the script, his voice was steady, his rhythm was precise, and every plot point was placed at the most appropriate moment. He didn't even need to stop to think about his words.

This is something he couldn't memorize; the script seemed to be ingrained in his mind.

"President Qing." Chen Yu's voice was a little hoarse.

"How did you come up with this script?"

It wasn't jealousy, nor doubt, but an instinctive confirmation born from shock.

He needs to know where this story came from because he couldn't write it himself.

It's not that they lack the ability, but rather that no one would choose such a script for their debut short film.

Qingxiao looked at him and gave a vague answer: "Scripts are based on life."

Bai Lu sat silently to the side.

She was truly, truly stunned.

Qingxiao, who was interviewing directors, answered questions fluently with a group of talented but unappreciated filmmakers, discussing camera language, script structure, and market positioning.

I used to feel unfamiliar with him, but I discovered that there were aspects of him that I had never seen before.

But now, as Bai Lu looks at the script, he realizes that Qing Xiao has become someone he looks up to.

Just six months ago, this person was still running an e-commerce business, setting a new benchmark for women's clothing stores.

Now, he sits in his office, tailoring a script specifically for her.

Tailor-made—these four words sound simple, but she knew what they meant.

The female lead in this script is arrogant and ruthless, with a sharp tongue. She pushes people into the river without hesitation, but she carries more weight in her heart than anyone else.

She knows what love is, but she doesn't say it.

She etched herself into another person's life in the most foolish and unreasonable way, and then quietly left, leaving behind a USB drive and a message.

This is the female lead, but Bai Lu understands the weight of every line she says.

The ruthless yet vulnerable quality in the female lead wasn't something Qingxiao came up with out of thin air.

Ever since Qingxiao declared, "I'll support you through e-commerce, and I'll make you a big star," he has been slowly fulfilling his promise in his silent yet domineering manner.

"Qingxiao".

Bai Lu spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

"Are you... are you Doraemon?"

Qingxiao was stunned for a moment.

Bai Lu stood up, clutched the script to his chest, and spoke in a somewhat hurried tone.

"Are you my Doraemon? When I need money, you give me money; when I need a director, you conjure up a bunch of directors to audition. When I need a script, you sit in your office all night and write a tearjerker."

She took a deep breath and counted them one by one on her fingers.

"You created the hit movie, you owned the company, you found the director, you wrote the script. How did you become like this... like this..."

Bai Lu, she couldn't find the words.