" May the Stars Have No Tears, is that you?"
Feng Chi's fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked up at him almost in a panic.
"I..."
Did his dream reveal something?
How much does Wen Jiu know?
Will you remember the last thing?
Feng Chi subconsciously gripped the corner of the blanket, lowering his eyes to try his best to hide his inner unease.
He was afraid that Wen Jiu would remember, afraid that even if he were to be reborn, he would still not be able to escape the ending of his previous life.
"Last time in Peach Blossom Spring Village, I felt something was off about what you said. It's too much of a coincidence." Seeing the man's reaction, Wen Jiu nodded confidently. "This time, you said the same thing as that person—"
You call me Star.
Feng Chi nervously rolled over, trying to pull the blanket over his face—at this moment, he finally showed some of the traits of a reclusive fan, which made Wen Jiu even more certain of her thoughts.
"Out of over 200 million fans, only you call me 'Star'."
Everyone else calls him "husband" and "wife," while his "mom fans" call him "son." Even the most outrageous "mud sculpture fans" only call him "daughter."
Aside from that seemingly withdrawn whale (a big spender) who spent a lot of money on in-game purchases, nobody called him that.
But just now, the protagonist of this novel collapsed in his sleep, exclaiming, "My Star has fallen into the sea!"
"Why would you say that?" Wen Jiu pulled the blanket up, her clear, peach-blossom eyes blinking as she looked into the depths of the man's phoenix eyes. "How did I fall into the sea?"
And why are you here?
I can't remember.
Feng Chi thought, he still doesn't know.
"In my dream, I saw a movie you once starred in called ' The Endless Abyss,' and it terrified me."
Feng Chi out a barely perceptible sigh of relief, sat up again, and rested his chin on Wen Jiu's shoulder. "Even in my dreams, I don't want anything to happen to you."
Wen Jiu:...
Wen Jiu's usually quick thinking got stuck, and he pouted, but still couldn't help it.
Damn it!
He really... I'm so upset!
"Alright, I'm fine, don't be afraid." Wen Jiu patted him, then added with a touch of emotion, "I didn't expect it really to be you."
"You were so timid before, you wouldn't even look at me," Wen Jiu sighed. "Who knew you'd be so delicate after taking off your mask and glasses?"
"Bold and thuggish, and utterly unreliable!"
Tsk tsk!
"I never knew my wife had two faces!"
Feng Chi: "..."
For the first time in his life, Bigshot Feng felt an indescribable embarrassment and awkwardness. "I... I'm just afraid you'll hate me."
"Huh?" Wen Jiu paused, her hand patting his back. "How could I possibly hate you?"
Putting everything else aside, just looking at that face that could bring ruin to a country, Wen Xiaojiu simply couldn't bring himself to be fierce!
How could I possibly hate it?!
Feng Chi's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of grievance. "But you said it yourself."
Wen Jiu:???
When they first met, one had just seized power and the other had just started out; they didn't know each other at all.
Feng Chi was assassinated by his uncle's faction. He barely escaped and crawled into Wen Jiu's car. The strong smell of blood startled the young man.
Who... who are you?
The rest of the team members were still inside filming the show, Wen Jiu wasn't feeling well due to a cold, so she got into the car and waited.
He was the only person in the car at that moment.
"I... I'm telling you, murder is... it's illegal!" Wen Xiaojiu stammered as she reached for her phone, "In broad daylight, under the clear blue sky..."
Boom!
A clap of thunder sounded, and a bolt of lightning flashed just outside the car window. Wen Jiu blossom eyes widened instantly, and she fell silent.
Large raindrops pelted down, Wen Jiu silently touched her face, feeling embarrassed but also scared.
"I meant no Malice."
Feng Chi didn't touch the car seat; instead, he leaned back against the footrest by the window, his long legs bent, and blood slid down his cold, sweat-dampened cheeks.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was deep and sexy. "Ten minutes."
"I won't stay any longer than ten minutes."
"..."
Wen Jiu silently looked out the window. "In this awful weather, going out is a sure way to die."
"How about I take you to the hospital first?" Wen Jiu waved her car keys, saying nonchalantly, "I just passed my driving test (Part 4)."
After saying that, he couldn't help but confirm, "You... you can't be a bad person, right?"
In the darkness, the man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze icy and chilling, his handsome face, covered in blood, devoid of any warmth.
Even though she couldn't see clearly, Wen Jiu felt a chill run down her spine from that gaze.
Damn it!
Okay, that sounds like a paranoid serial killer!
Wen Jiu hurriedly raised his paw, stammering, "Law, law society, society, um, I... I'm a... I'm a law-abiding citizen..."
"..."
Silence fell over the air.
As Wen Jiu cried at her own stupidity, her hand instinctively and tremblingly reached for her phone in her pocket.
Wen Xiaojiu had never seen anything like it before!
I urgently need a solution!
Urgent!!!
Just as he was about to dial his agent's number, a cold, detached voice came through the phone, "Your name?"
Judging from the voice, there seemed to be a hint of laughter.
Wen Jiu rubbed her ears, wondering if she was hallucinating.
W-what are you doing?
"Let me tell you, I have no other family. Retaliation, threats, robbery—none of that works on me!" Wen Xiaojiu said confidently. "I have no money, but you can take my life!"
No more!
"You saved me." Feng Chi turned his head, his voice hoarse and slightly cold. "Let me stay here for a while. I'll thank you later."
In that instant, Wen Jiu's mind, thoroughly exposed to CEO romance novels, raced through a series of rich and classic melodramatic scenarios, including enemies chasing after him, family power grabs, and double-crossing. A sudden flash of inspiration struck him.
"Pshaw! They were just running for their lives!" Wen Jiu accepted it well. "I thought we'd run into a serial killer!"
Having just killed his own uncle, Feng Chi eyes slightly, afraid of startling someone into making a police call and alerting the enemy, so he held back and remained silent.
"My name is Wen Jiu, Wen as in 'heard of,' and Jiu as in 'the number Jiu.' I'm an artist under Minghua Entertainment."
Wen Jiu patted his chest, somewhat intrigued by this kind of scenario that only happens in novels, "Don't be afraid, this is the recording site of the show, you're safe now."
"I won't tell anyone else about tonight's events. I guarantee that no one other than you and me will know!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a car headlight outside the window flashed twice.
Then, the car door opened, and a tall, slender figure in black came into view.
Wen Jiu: "..."fine.
Why do I always get slapped in the face on rainy days?
Wen Jiu tried to see the man's face clearly using the car headlights, but he was too tall and was holding a black umbrella, making him look particularly intimidating.
Wen Jiu wisely lowered her head, suppressing her inappropriate curiosity.
In the darkness, only the sound of a man staggering to his feet could be heard, his leather shoes splashing in the rain, it was unclear whether the splashes were blood or rain.
After the man left, Wen Jiu tried to clean up the bloodstains on the car before he returned, but there wasn't a trace left.
Men are frighteningly cautious.
Later, this secret remained completely buried in Wen Jiu's heart.
Only today was it gently pulled out of the depths of Feng Chi's memory.
Wen Jiu: "So when did I ever say I hated you?"
"Have you forgotten?" Feng Chi poked his collarbone with her fingertip, her tone resentful. "A week later, we finally managed to catch you, and Cai Qing asked you what you wanted in return, and you said you didn't care."
"Ha?"