Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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If it weren’t for the deep-seated resentment towards Si Huang, Si Hua would have been unable to remain calm in front of the person before him.
Her appearance was almost unchanged from the last time they met, except she was even more captivating. Every cell of her body seemed to emanate an intoxicating aura, one that no one could forget.
Listening to what she said. “Long time no see, Si Hua!” Yes, it’s been ages!
They hadn’t seen each other since he arrived in Country M.
But I often see you in my dreams! I wish I could peel off your skin, eat your flesh, and drink your blood!
Si Hua stared at Si Huang with bloodshot eyes, but a smile broke out on his face. He then slowly said, “Brother, why didn’t you tell me when you came to Country M so I could come pick you up?”
“Do you know each other?” the Western woman standing at the door couldn’t help but ask.
Si Huang glanced over and saw the woman studying him with astonishment.
She was a smart woman, and she didn’t let him get caught up in her thoughts.
“He’s my biological brother.” Si Hua laughed and then reached out to put his hand on Si Huang’s shoulder.
Si Huang easily avoided his touch with a side step, “My dear lady, don’t be fooled by him.”
The woman at the door looked at her in surprise, pretending to be dignified and listening attentively.
Si Huang chuckled, “Do you think he and I have any similarities?”
The woman looked at the two of them. She used to think that Si Hua was a rare handsome oriental boy, but after seeing both of them today, she suddenly lost her appetite.
Her expression was not concealed, and Si Hua saw it. The calmness on his face could hardly be maintained, “Shirley, is this the love you were talking about?”
The woman called Shirley felt a little embarrassed. Just as she was about to stand on his side and say a few words, Si Huang laughed out loud, “What did I hear? Love?”
Si Hua’s heart skipped a beat, and he knew that he could not let Si Huang continue.
He strode to the side of Si Huang and tried to grab her again, “Si Huang, you’ve joked enough!”
This time Si Huang did not avoid him but stretched out her hand to grab the handkerchief he extended, twisted it, and pushed it, slamming Si Hua’s back against the door of the cubicle.
“Don’t touch me with your dirty hands.” Si Huang smiled and glanced at him sideways, as if looking at some dirty garbage.
Going to the sink to wash her hands, she slowly said: “Love sounds so cheap coming out of your mouth. I remember you just said this to a Mrs. Anna, and you were selected for the role in “Mysterious Country”?”
Si Huang, who was washing her hands, saw the towel handed to her. She turned her head in surprise and saw Qin Fan who had walked to the side without knowing when.
She took it and wiped her handkerchief clean, then said: “If I’m not mistaken, is this a deal within the circle?”
Si Hua’s face had turned blue.
“Hua! You disappoint me so much!” Shirley at the door also had a very bad look on her face. She felt very ashamed, and most importantly, she didn’t want this embarrassing look to be seen by outstanding opposite sex, “Don’t let me see you again!”
“Shirley! Wait!” Si Hua tried to stop her, but the other party had already run away.
“Si Huang!” He turned around suddenly, glaring at the culprit of all this with hatred, and cursed in Chinese: “You lunatic! Pervert! You have already taken away everything! Why are you still doing this? Even if I bullied you before, your revenge is almost the same!”
“You have grown up,” Si Huang looked at him, “If it were before, you would have fought me instead of reasoning with me.”
Si Hua’s face froze, “I no longer pose any threat to you. Fenghua is yours, I have nothing left, what else do you want?”
“I want to shatter your hope, crush your personality, decay your body and soul, and let you taste the taste of life worse than death.” Si Huang answered easily with a gentle smile on his face.
Si Hua couldn’t believe it, but he also felt that what Si Huang said was the truth. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if that day really came.
If it really came to that, he felt that he might as well die now.
But he couldn’t bear to die. Before that day really came, he definitely didn’t want to die like this.
Si Huang seemed to guess what he was thinking, “Why do you still want to go down the path of the entertainment industry? Don’t tell me this is your interest and your dream. You hate me, you hate everyone, so you want to defeat me in this field again.”
Si Hua took a step back, almost not daring to look her in the eye. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in his heart, “It’s just a coincidence. A classmate works in the film industry, and there is a role that is very suitable for me.”
“Keep working hard.” Si Huang encouraged.
Si Hua didn’t think she would be kind enough to motivate him.
Sure enough, Si Huang followed with a laugh, “Once you enter this dazzling world, don’t expect to escape easily. You will experience the feeling of being forever under my feet.”
The flames of resentment threatened to consume Si Hua. He wished he could tear the perfect face before him to pieces, madly wishing he and Si Huang would perish together.
His mind went blank for a moment, and when he came to, he found himself on the ground, a sharp pain in his arm.
His memory returned, and he actually impulsively punched Si Huang, only to be kicked to the ground.
“I thought you had some brains,” Si Huang said as she passed him, about to step on his face, but paused mid-air. “Now, I give you a choice: do you want me to disfigure you, or do you want to lick my shoes clean?”
Her deep, mellow voice carried the silky aroma of the finest red wine. To Si Hua, it was more demonic than the devil itself, the most disgusting, maddening, demonic sound in the world.
He desperately wanted to be more resolute, preferring death to disgrace. But the reality was his trembling body, his mouth open, his tongue slowly lolling out.
He didn’t dare gamble on whether Si Huang would actually destroy him. He couldn’t afford to lose his face. He had nothing now, nothing at all. Without the support of his parents’ business, only this face would give him a leg up in the future.
“Tsk,” a sneer escaped Si Huang’s slightly twitched lips.
She landed on the ground and said to the man who had been waiting beside her, “Sorry for the wait. Let’s go.”
“Okay.” The man didn’t even glance at Si Hua the entire time.
They left the bathroom.
Si Hua, lying on the ground, was almost gnashing his teeth. He heard the clatter of stall doors opening. It turned out the stalls hadn’t been empty, but they had been staying inside to watch, or rather, listen to, the show.
The two tall Western men glanced at Si Hua as if he were a clown, washed their hands, and left.
Si Hua got up and went to the sink to tidy herself up, at least to avoid being looked down upon once he left.
The sound of another compartment door opening rang out, and Si Hua instinctively glanced at it with resentment through the reflection of the glass.
However, the person he saw made him stunned for a few seconds.
The young man was incredibly handsome, his violet eyes brighter and more beautiful than the crystal gems in a jewelry store.
This man… he knew him!
The man who appeared frequently on television and in the news in Country M.
“Arthur Stoker?”
Si Hua couldn’t help but mutter the name, a flicker of unnaturalness crossing his face. He lowered his eyes, not wanting the man to notice the deep jealousy in his eyes.
Why are there always some people in this world who are so favored by God, possessing extraordinary beauty, knowledge, talent, and gifts!
If he had everything Arthur Stoker had, he would be confident that he could trample Si Huang under his feet and torture him to death!
“Hello.” Arthur walked to the sink, and the way he washed his hands was so different from ordinary people, but it was also very beautiful.
Si Hua was a little flattered. He hadn’t expected him to greet him. “Hello,” he paused, wanting to start a conversation, but he didn’t know how to start.
What to ask? Why are you here? Such personal questions, if asked by anyone other than a close friend, would easily cause resentment.
Perhaps it was the first time Heaven had heard his request, but Arthur actually spoke to him. “Your name is Si Hua.”
“Yes!” Si Hua suppressed his jealousy of Arthur, raised his head, and tried his best to put on his most gentlemanly and sunny demeanor. With a smile tinged with youthful shyness, he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you today.”
Arthur looked at the outstretched hand, a glint of disdain flashing in his eyes, along with a glint of indifference.
He raised his own hand, stained with freshly washed water, indicating it wasn’t suitable for a handshake.
Si Hua realized he’d been too hasty and, with a smile, helped him grab a towel from the counter and handed it to him.
Arthur wiped his palm, then said something that froze Si Hua’s smile.
“You and Si Huang are brothers.”
Why was it Si Huang-related again?
“…Yes,” Si Hua muttered.
He remembered that the evaluation of Arthur here was almost identical to that of Si Huang in Country Z.
It was impossible for these two to become rivals out of mutual admiration, right? If so… then it would be a great advantage for him!
“Come with me,” Arthur said.
Si Hua followed without hesitation. He felt the man’s attitude didn’t suggest that of Si Huang’s friend.
If he were a friend, he would have heard the noise outside from the cubicle just now, and there would be no reason for him to be so gentle.
Si Huang and Qin Fan, unaware of this, were on their way to and from the private room.
“You’re not in the right mood the moment you see those guys.”
Faced with Qin Fan’s deep, serious gaze, Si Huang remained calm and whispered, “Just think I’m being petty.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” Qin Fan said.
Si Huang was stunned for a moment before the man said, “Don’t overdo it and put yourself in a bad situation.”
“I know my limits,” Si Huang smiled.
The man nodded, but for a moment he thought the child’s answer would be: You’re here.
The two returned to the private room and found that everyone else had almost finished their meal. Only Ace was still enjoying her dessert.
No one questioned why Si Huang had taken so long to take a call and go to the bathroom, deliberately waiting until they were full before leaving.
Ace had other appointments for the afternoon, and Louis said the morning shoot had given him new inspiration and he wanted to take some time to process it, so he gave Si Huang another afternoon off.
It was a rare opportunity for such relaxing work, and Si Huang had already found the character’s feel, so she stopped craving all his time for research. This was a great deal for Qin Fan, wasn’t it?
The man remained impassive, appearing abstinent and aloof, but secretly, he longed for more meat, or even just the aroma—you couldn’t expect a carnivore who had already tasted the slightest hint of meat to continue to tolerate a vegetarian diet.
Si Huang, intent on staying home all afternoon, approached Qin Fan. Facing the man’s tender anticipation, he opened his mouth and said, “It’s been a while, let’s spar.”
“…” He couldn’t refuse that! He couldn’t stop a child from studying hard!
But he felt so bad!
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