Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Xu Qing looked at this message, which was an attempt to save face.

: Okay, I'll wait.

Remember to bring a sharp knife.

Cutting flesh with a dull knife hurts too much.

Luo Qianyu was so angry that she threw her phone at the foot of the bed.

She pulled the blanket over her head.

My mind was filled with the image of Xia Mu lying in a pool of blood.

That aloof and proud young man.

He gave everything to protect the woman he loved.

In the end, however, he met a tragic end.

Luo Qianyu felt increasingly distressed as she thought about it.

Tears started falling uncontrollably again.

She was sobbing in bed.

"Xia Mu is so pitiful."

"Mingyue Qingfeng is a complete bastard."

"I will never read his novels again."

"If you look at me again, I'm a dog."

In the basement.

Xu Qing turned off WeChat.

He opened the backend of the End Literature Network.

The comment section for "Sweet Sixteen" has completely exploded.

Hundreds of comments were all criticizing him.

"Author, are you even human?!"

"Give me back Xia Mu!"

"I'm trying to read a novel and you're feeding me shit!"

"Send razor blades! You absolutely must send razor blades!"

"Where's your address? I'm coming to smash your windows!"

Xu Qing remained calm as she looked at the hostile comments.

He even had a slightly satisfied smile on his face.

That's the effect he wanted; only extreme pain can make people remember it.

He opened the author's backend earnings page.

Although the book has just finished, the amount of money donated has already skyrocketed.

Many people were criticizing him while simultaneously showering him with money.

It seems that only in this way can I vent my anger.

Xu Qing glanced at the total revenue.

It already has more than 10,000 yuan.

With the platform's share, he would have about 5,000 yuan in his pocket.

This money is enough for the welfare home to buy cold medicine for several months.

He turned off the computer with satisfaction.

I stood up and walked to the exhaust window.

He lit a cigarette.

The system's voice popped up in my mind again.

【Ding. 】

[The host has successfully caused depression in a large number of readers.]

[This includes one patient with severe tear incontinence.]

The host's despicable actions have crossed the line of humanity.

[The villain is rewarded with 1000 points.]

【Host, when you see others weeping over stories written about you, don't you feel even a little bit guilty?】

Xu Qing exhaled a smoke ring.

"oh."

The system was rendered speechless by the passive-aggressive attitude.

【Host, you'll have no friends if you keep going like this.】 (Plain text displayed on the panel, not spoken words)

"oh."

"Um."

"oh."

Xu Qing stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill.

He turned and lay down on the hard wooden bed.

He closed his eyes.

The voice messages Luo Qianyu sent echoed in my mind.

The girl was crying so hard.

Even my voice is hoarse.

She even cursed him, saying he wouldn't get the seasoning packet when he ate instant noodles.

Xu Qing twitched the corner of her mouth.

How can there be such a stupid woman in this world?

Crying like this for a fictional character.

What an idiot.

the next morning.

Luo Qianyu, with her two walnut-sized eyes, climbed out of bed.

She walked up to the mirror and glanced at herself.

She let out a scream.

"My eyes!"

The person in the mirror had red, swollen eyes, looking just like a sad frog.

She's going to meet a voice director today.

How can I face anyone looking like this?

She quickly went to the refrigerator and found two ice cubes.

Wrap a towel around your eyes and apply it to them.

While applying the compress, she cursed Xu Qing a thousand times in her mind.

"It's all that damned Mingyue Qingfeng's fault!"

"Why write about dead people of all things!"

"It made me cry all night!"

"I'd be a pig if I ordered takeout for him again!"

My phone vibrated on the table.

Luo Qianyu removed the ice and took a look.

It was a WeChat message from Sister Hong.

Sister Hong: I have a dinner party tonight.

Sister Hong: Mr. Li specifically requested that you accompany him for drinks.

Sister Hong: Don't tell me you've stopped working.

Sister Hong: It's clearly stated in the contract that I must attend any social events arranged by the company.

Sister Hong: 8 PM, Royal Dynasty Hotel, Room 888.

Sister Hong: Dress nicely.

Luo Qianyu looked at the words on the screen.

The anger in my heart instantly surged to the top of my head.

Accompanying someone for drinks?

She's an artist with a legitimate singer contract, yet she was arranged to work as a hostess?

That Mr. Li is a notorious lecher in the industry.

What good will come of going there?

Luo Qianyu replied with a message directly.

Little Fish: I'm not going.

Little Fish: I'm a singer, not a hostess.

Hongjie called immediately.

Luo Qianyu pressed the answer button.

"Luo Qianyu, you've really gotten smarter, haven't you?"

Hongjie's shrill voice came through the receiver.

"Who do you think you are?"

"The company pays you to work, and you keep making excuses when we ask you to go out for a meal!"

"You don't have to go, but be prepared a five million yuan penalty for breach of contract."

"Get out of Star Emperor Entertainment tomorrow!"

Luo Qianyu's hand holding the phone was trembling.

five million.

She can't even come up with 500 yuan right now.

"Sister Hong, I really can't go."

"My eyes are swollen today, I can't show my face to anyone."

Luo Qianyu made up an excuse.

"Wear sunglasses if your eyes are swollen!"

"Mr. Li is interested in your face and figure, not your eyes!"

"If you dare not show up by 8 PM tonight..."

"I guarantee you'll never make it in this industry!"

After saying that, Sister Hong hung up the phone immediately.

Luo Qianyu slumped helplessly onto the bed.

The phone slipped from my hand and fell onto the blanket.

The immense pressure of reality instantly shattered all her defenses.

Ya Wang in the novel was ruined.

Will she, too, be destroyed by these cannibalistic capitalists in real life?

She hugged her knees.

She buried her head in her arms.

Tears welled up again.

But this time it wasn't for Natsuki.

It was for her own sake.

In this cold city.

She has no one to rely on.

By some strange twist of fate.

She picked up her phone and opened Xu Qing's WeChat.

Little Fish: I might have to become a hostess.

Little Fish: You're right.

Little Fish: Reality is a million times crueler than fiction.

Little Fish: I don't even have the strength to resist.

In the basement.

Xu Qing had just finished washing her face.

The water from the tap was ice-cold.

He picked up his phone to check the time.

I just happened to see the message from Luo Qianyu.

bar hostess?

Xu Qing's eyes instantly turned cold.

He knew all too well the methods used by the people at Star Emperor Entertainment.

That woman, Sister Hong, is capable of anything for profit.

Where is it?

Little Fish: Royal Dynasty Hotel, Room 888.

Little Fish: 8 PM.

Little Fish: Why are you asking this?

Little Fish: Can you still come and save me?

Little Fish: You don't even have enough for a taxi fare, do you?

Luo Qianyu threw her phone on the bed.

Of course, she would never actually become a hostess who is at the mercy of others.

That idiot Hongjie always thought she was just an ordinary rich kid who had a falling out with her family and ran away to experience life.

Hongjie had no idea that her father was the chairman of the Luo Group.

The richest man in Jiangcheng.

Luo Qianyu walked to the wardrobe and pulled out an old cardboard box covered in dust.

Opening the cardboard box, I found an old Nokia candybar phone inside.

This was the life-saving charm her father forced on her when she ran away from home.

It only contains one number.

With just a press of a button, her father's bodyguards could take over any venue within ten minutes.

Luo Qianyu stuffed the Nokia into her small bag.

I also put my smartphone in there.

She chose an extremely conservative black tracksuit.

The zipper was pulled all the way up to his chin.

She wanted to see if the rumored lecherous CEO Li could bring himself to kiss her in this outfit.

Luo Qianyu, carrying a bag, pushed open the door and walked out of the studio apartment.

What she didn't know was that the person waiting for her in room 888 of the Dynasty Hotel tonight wasn't some pervert at all.

The so-called "General Manager Li" is actually named Li Qinghuan.

She is an absolute beauty.

He is also the general manager of an investment company under the Luo's Group.

Mr. Luo was really worried about his precious daughter suffering outside, so he specially asked Li Qinghuan to find out how Luo Qianyu was doing.

If things get really bad, just pack up and take him back to the Luo family to inherit their billions.

Unfortunately, Sister Hong's thought process was different from ordinary people, and she directly regarded this meeting as a bargaining chip for a power-for-sex deal.