In the end, the man in charge waved toward the exit, signaling for Zheng Ge to leave.
Clearly, the negotiations had fallen through.
Zheng Ge stood rooted to the spot, his face flushed red. Then he turned and took his temper out on the assistant accompanying him. The young assistant was probably used to it; he kept looking around, his expression unchanged. Then Zheng Ge spotted Shen Lian.
His haggard face instantly went deathly pale.
That was why it paid not to offend too many people in life. You never knew when the tables might turn.
The original owner of this body had once been driven to ruin too, swallowing his pride in search of a way out. Zhou Tangsi and Zheng Ge had refused to give him one. There had even been scenes just like this, with Zheng Ge surrounded by admirers while the original Shen Lian stood in the shadows like a beaten dog.
Even now, Shen Lian did not know why he had come to this world. But he always felt that everything the original owner had endured-the ostracism, the suppression, and finally the painful death from a heart attack in a cramped rental apartment-had all been real.
Shen Lian sipped his water and savored Zheng Ge's expression. Once the other man's humiliation began turning to anger, he calmly looked away and returned to the lights to continue the shoot.
The sight cut Zheng Ge deeply. But instead of chasing after him as he would have in the past, he turned and fled in long strides.
Once, Shen Lian had been someone everyone reviled. Now he shone too brightly. Zheng Ge did not dare.
Noise jumbled around his ears as he hurried away. His young assistant raced after him, inwardly cursing. *Wasn't he always sick and frail?