Chapter 37 p2: The Aloof Movie Queen is Flirting with Me Again Today
Xin Yao’s eyes snapped open.
Her chest heaved, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, a sharp pain in her throat.
Her vision was blurry, the bright ceiling light above her a dizzying blur of swirling lights.
She sat up in the cold bathtub, the water sloshing around her.
She looked down and saw the water was red, stained with blood, her white silk nightgown soaked crimson. Her wet hair, dripping with blood, clung to her skin, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She glanced at her left wrist, submerged in the bloody water.
She lifted it out of the water, her eyes widening in horror.
A deep gash ran across her wrist, the edges of the wound white and puckered, the bleeding almost stopped.
A fruit knife, its black handle stained with blood, lay on the floor beside the tub.
It was the source of the blood.
And it was a clear indication of what the original owner of this body had been doing before Xin Yao arrived.
And in that moment, Xin Yao finally felt the pain.
The searing agony of a knife slicing through flesh, the mental anguish of such a desperate act, the deep, unwavering cut.
The pain radiated from her wrist, as if tearing her arm apart, a searing agony that pierced her soul, spreading through her body, making her tremble uncontrollably.
She bit her lip, stifling a cry, and pulled herself out of the tub.
Her body was weak, her head spinning.
The wound was deep, a testament to the original owner’s despair.
How much pain had she endured?
But Xin Yao, her willpower strong, somehow managed to stand.
Dressed in her wet nightgown, her bare feet leaving a trail of water on the floor, she stumbled through the large, empty apartment, searching for a first-aid kit.
She finally found one in a cabinet beneath the television.
Without a word, she sat down and began to clean and bandage the wound, her movements swift and practiced.
As if she had done this many times before.
Liu Nuan Nuan, watching her, didn’t comment, her silence broken after a while.
[She was ruthless towards herself.]
Xin Yao, her hand still trembling, her lips pale, finished bandaging the wound.
“She was driven to desperation.”
[Better to be ruthless towards those who hurt you.]
As Xin Yao sat there, her body still wet, talking to Liu Nuan Nuan, she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
She turned to see the door opening, a cheerful voice echoing through the apartment.
“Sorry to bother you, Sister Xin Yao, but I think I left my keys here…”
The speaker entered the room.
In the dim light, Xin Yao saw a young woman with a round face and a dimpled smile, her appearance cheerful and friendly.
It was Chen Jia, the original owner’s assistant, now Xin Yao’s.
Just then, the young woman’s cheerful expression turned to horror as she saw the scene before her. She dropped her bag and rushed towards Xin Yao, stumbling and almost falling before scrambling to her feet and continuing her approach.
By the time she reached Xin Yao, she was crying, her face streaked with tears.
She reached out hesitantly, as if wanting to touch Xin Yao’s wound, but afraid of hurting her.
“Sister Xin Yao! What have you done?! We’re here for you! Why would you do this to yourself?!”
Then, she saw the bathroom, the bloody knife on the floor, the tub filled with blood.
Her face paled, and she almost fainted.
Xin Yao, however, remained calm. She reached out with her uninjured hand and patted Chen Jia’s arm reassuringly.
“I’m sorry. I worried you. I just… wasn’t thinking clearly. It won’t happen again.”
Her calm, gentle voice soothed Chen Jia, who took a deep breath and retrieved her bag.
“We’re going to the hospital, Sister Xin Yao. Now!”
On the way to the hospital, Xin Yao changed into dry clothes, her hair still damp, her face pale as she sat in the passenger seat.
Chen Jia drove, her focus on the road, determined to get Xin Yao to the hospital as quickly as possible.
The throbbing pain in her wrist made Xin Yao’s mind drift. She closed her eyes, trying to relax, her thoughts turning to her mission.
The original owner of this body was also the wisher.
Even at the cost of her soul, she had made a single wish:
[Make Li Xu pay for what he did.]
Li Xu was the original owner’s boyfriend.
She had been an actress, a small-time celebrity, her fame barely extending beyond a few minor roles.
But recently, she had become infamous, her name trending online, the target of relentless hate and ridicule.
She had been branded a homewrecker, a slut, a shameless whore.
And worse.
Her story with Li Xu began years ago.
Orphaned at a young age, she had lived with her aunt and uncle, treated like an unwanted burden, subjected to constant neglect and abuse.
It had made her timid, insecure, and desperate for love.
It was during this dark period of her life that she had met Li Xu, the boy who would become her downfall.
Li Xu was the neighbor’s son, his family even poorer than hers, his clothes patched and worn, the target of constant mockery and bullying.
Perhaps that was why he craved wealth and status.
One day, after being bullied by her cousin, the original owner had been crying in the park when Li Xu, also having been ridiculed by his classmates, had seen her and, in a fit of anger, had beaten up her cousin.
He had even confronted her aunt when she came looking for trouble, driving her away with a torrent of insults.
He was the first person who had ever stood up for her.
In that moment, looking at the angry young man before her, a light had flickered in her eyes.
From that day on, she had become his devoted follower.
She had shared her snacks with him, worked to buy him gifts, her every action a testament to her devotion.
Knowing his dream of becoming a famous actor, she had even followed him to film school, working to pay for his tuition.
They had remained friends throughout university.
Until one day, when she had accompanied him to an audition. He had been rejected, but she had been chosen for a role.
That day, he had confessed his feelings for her, and they had started dating.
But he had insisted on keeping their relationship a secret, claiming it would damage their careers.
She had agreed.
Later, to help him achieve his dream, she had used her connections, pulling strings and even jeopardizing her own health, drinking herself into the hospital, to secure him a role.
Thanks to her efforts, he had gained recognition and started getting acting jobs.
She had been so happy for him.
But during the filming of his new drama, rumors of a relationship between him and his female co-star began to circulate.
She had confronted him, only to be dismissed and accused of being childish and naive, his words implying that she was jeopardizing his career.
But when she was photographed visiting his apartment, he had immediately issued a statement, clarifying that he was single and had no girlfriend.
She had felt like a tool in his hands, used and discarded at his whim.
But she had still held onto a sliver of hope, unwilling to let go.
Until one day, she had accidentally seen a message on his phone.
He had found someone new, someone wealthier and more influential, and had been cheating on her all along.
She hadn’t confronted him, simply fleeing in a heartbroken daze.
But his new girlfriend, a wealthy and influential young lady, had found out about her.
And she wasn’t one to be trifled with.
She had arrived at the film set and, in front of the entire crew, had slapped the original owner across the face, calling her a homewrecker.
The entire set had erupted in chaos.
The original owner, standing there, the target of everyone’s stares, had instinctively tried to defend herself.
“What are you talking about? I’m his girlfriend!”
But just then, Li Xu had arrived.
The man who had once whispered sweet nothings in her ear, who had claimed to love her, had looked at her coldly and said, “Stop bothering me! I told you I don’t like you! We’re not together!”
Then, turning to his wealthy girlfriend, he had said, “She’s just a childhood friend. I helped her once, and she’s been obsessed with me ever since. She’s trying to sabotage our relationship! She’s a homewrecker!”
The original owner had almost fainted.
She had wanted to argue, to defend herself, but she had no proof of their relationship.
No photos, no witnesses, not even her assistant, Chen Jia, knew who her boyfriend was.
Li Xu had planned everything, using her as a stepping stone, discarding her without a second thought.
She had gone from being his girlfriend to being branded a homewrecker.
That night, she had trended online, the hashtag simple and brutal:
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