When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 231

Volume Ten: Those Few Years After She and I Broke Up

Doesn’t Save Worry¹

A deafening clap of thunder exploded across the sky, and a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the two devastated souls inside the room.

Money, the very thing people flocked to, lay scattered all over the floor. The bills were hopelessly crumpled, like shredded hearts.

Wen Nuan wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and walked over, wanting to help up Yi Jing, who was slumped on the floor.

Yi Jing swatted her hand away, glaring at her in fury. “What… do you really want? How much money will it take… for you to finally be satisfied?”

Yi Jing shoved Wen Nuan with all her might, but having not eaten all day, she was too weak to resist Wen Nuan’s strength.

She was tired of crying, tired of cursing. She felt like a punctured balloon, all the air seeping out of her.

Wen Nuan resolutely lifted Yi Jing into her arms and placed her on the bed.

Meeting Yi Jing’s sorrowful and resentful gaze, she lay down beside her and pulled the wounded girl into her arms.

Yi Jing’s brow was tightly furrowed, but she didn’t push Wen Nuan away again. It was as if they both knew this was their last embrace, and they both quietly savored the tranquility of the moment.

“Xiao Jing?”

Wen Nuan lowered her head and kissed her forehead. In a hoarse voice, she said, “…I’m sorry.”

Yi Jing closed her eyes. Her head was buzzing, the pain making it hard to breathe. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, but she clenched her jaw, refusing to let out a single sob.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, the words would be a plea for her to stay.

She didn’t know how to make Wen Nuan stay. She was so rich now, so why couldn’t she hold on to the person she wanted? She had humbled herself to the extreme in this relationship, but what could she do? She was just that useless…

Wen Nuan could feel Yi Jing’s pain and despair. At this moment, any words would be too pale and powerless. All she could do was hold Yi Jing tightly, as if to meld her into her own body, where their flesh and blood could freely mingle.

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After the heavy rain came a clear sky.

Yi Jing pressed her throbbing temples, raising a hand to block the glaring sunlight.

Her brow furrowed as the madness of last night flooded her mind.

After a moment of silence, Yi Jing looked at the empty side of the bed.

She shot out of bed, ran out of the bedroom, and looked toward the kitchen.

It was empty.

A wave of disappointment washed over her. She was about to turn back to the bedroom to get ready for work.

Then, her gaze shifted, and she saw the food on the table.

A bowl of congee, a plate of naihuang bao², and two small side dishes.

There was a note tucked under the bowl.

Yi Jing pulled it out. [Xiao Jing, eat breakfast before you go to work. -Wen Nuan.]

She stared blankly at the breakfast on the table, then sat down, picked up the bowl of congee, and began to eat.

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Secretary Li watched as her boss walked into the company, her despondent look from the night before replaced by an energetic yet coolly silent demeanor.

She hurried over and took Yi Jing’s handbag. “Good morning, Boss. There’s a discussion meeting at nine and a video conference with Mark at eleven…”

She paused her report, noticing the dark circles under Yi Jing’s eyes. “Boss, would you like to take the day off to rest?” she asked with concern.

“It’s fine,” Yi Jing said, waving her hand dismissively. “Has everyone for the meeting arrived?”

“Yes, they’re all here.”

“Good. Let’s start the meeting.”

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Her agent had booked her an eight a.m. flight. Wen Nuan woke up early, bought breakfast for Yi Jing, and left.

The agent frowned slightly, looking at the darkness under Wen Nuan’s eyes. “Where were you fooling around last night?”

This artist of his was a handful one hundred percent of the time.

He couldn’t keep an eye on Hui and An Siya, and in the blink of an eye, they’d flown off to Sweden. Wen Nuan, who was supposed to join her new production tomorrow, was in terrible shape, the dark circles under her eyes so bad they almost covered her entire face. Only Di Yi gave him any peace of mind, obediently participating in his variety show.

Wen Nuan yawned. “I wasn’t fooling around.”

“Not fooling around?” her agent said, speechless. “You look completely drained, like your life essence has been sucked out of you. You think I believe that?”

Wen Nuan: “…”

She rubbed her face. “Do I?”

The agent said suspiciously, “Don’t tell me you went out for a hookup³, did you?”

“…” Wen Nuan was taken aback by his wild imagination. “I’m already plagued by sugar daddy rumors. If you add a hookup scandal to that, you, my dear agent, will be looking for a new job.”

Agent: “…”

“Good, as long as you’re aware. You’re a public figure now, so you have to be careful about your private life. A lot of people have their eyes on you. Especially since you’re starring in Director Zeng’s 《Gong Bian》⁴ this time, which has made a lot of people red with envy. They’ll try every trick in the book to find dirt on you, so you need to be careful, understand?”

“I know.” Wen Nuan took out her phone, opened Yi Jing’s WeChat, hesitated for a moment, and sent a “Good morning.”

Seeing the red exclamation mark that was somehow both unexpected and completely predictable, Wen Nuan couldn’t help but give a self-deprecating smile.

It was the same with her phone number. When she called, all she got was, “The number you have dialed is busy. Please try again later.”

Deleted, blocked. Yi Jing had always been this clean and efficient.

The agent glanced at Wen Nuan’s screen and was surprised to see the red exclamation mark. “Who deleted you?”

Someone had actually deleted Wen Nuan? It wasn’t that he thought too highly of her, but with her looks of national beauty and heavenly fragrance⁵, the number of people who wanted her WeChat through him was countless.

To see that someone had deleted her left the agent a bit stunned.

He looked at the contact name. “‘Xiao Jing.’ Who’s that?”

Wen Nuan tapped the screen. “My lover.”

“Lo-lover?!” The agent’s voice shot up. He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth and glanced around nervously, terrified that someone might have overheard him.

He crouched in front of Wen Nuan and whispered, “Lover? Where did you get a lover? Your file clearly states you’re unmarried! Don’t tell me you went and registered for marriage behind my back these past two days?!”

The agent imagined a slew of horrifying scenarios. He even suspected Wen Nuan had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, or that in a few days a child would pop out, call him uncle, and ask him for gift money!

Wen Nuan, well aware of her agent’s bizarre train of thought, said, “I’d love to marry her, but she’s not willing.”

“So you’re not married? You scared me to death.” The agent patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief. “Then why’d you say ‘lover’? My heart almost jumped out of my chest.”

“But she is my lover. She’s the only one I’ll ever marry,” Wen Nuan said matter-of-factly.

“The only one you’ll marry?” the agent asked suspiciously. “Is that a ‘he’ him or a ‘she’ her?”

“A she.”

The agent wasn’t interested in Wen Nuan’s sexual orientation. After all, she had come out publicly before, and the impact had already been made, so he wasn’t too surprised.

“You just said she wasn’t willing. You’re not planning on forcing her, are you?” His expression darkened, and his tone grew serious. “Wen Nuan, behave yourself. After the sugar daddy rumors, I do not want a scandal about you forcing someone against their democratic will!”

“…..” Wen Nuan rolled her eyes. “I don’t do illegal things. She’s already deleted me. How could I possibly force her?”

“Deleted you? Why’d she delete you?” His gossip-loving soul began to burn brightly.

Wen Nuan felt a knot of frustration in her chest, but she knew exactly why Yi Jing had deleted her.

“I did something wrong, I made her angry, and so she deleted me.”

“What did you do wrong?” The agent figured it was just a typical lovers’ quarrel.

He waved his hand dismissively, trying to comfort her. “As long as it wasn’t something like putting a green hat on her⁶, being vain and materialistic, playing with her feelings, breaking your promises, or never being genuine from the start and just toying with her… any other minor squabbles are just fighting at the head of the bed and making up at the foot⁷. Don’t be too…”

The agent suddenly felt the atmosphere grow heavy. He watched as Wen Nuan’s expression grew darker and darker. In that instant, it was as if his mind was suddenly enlightened.

“All those things I just listed… you didn’t do all of them, did you?” he asked tentatively.

“…..” Wen Nuan pressed her lips together and clutched her head, defeated.

This fucking “scumbag” mission!

Seeing her silent admission, the agent gave her a thumbs-up. “You’re fucking incredible,” he said in awe. “You’re lucky she’s kind-hearted and only deleted you. If that happened to me, I’d make sure we perish together.”

Wen Nuan: “…..”

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《Gong Bian》 was an S+⁸ major production. The crew had booked out an entire four-star hotel for the cast and staff to stay in.

It was already eight p.m. when Wen Nuan arrived at the Jinghai Grand Hotel.

Her agent went to check in with the luggage, while Wen Nuan sat alone on a sofa in the lobby to wait.

She looked at her phone. She was still blocked on WeChat and her calls wouldn’t go through. Yi Jing’s stance was clear: she wanted to part ways with Wen Nuan for good.

“Wen Nuan?”

Wen Nuan looked up. It was a handsome stranger, dressed with the charm of a mature man.

“You are…?”

The man sat down opposite her as if they were old friends, extending a hand. “I’m Ji Siming⁹.”

Ji Siming?

Wen Nuan thought for a moment. He was the male lead of 《Gong Bian》, playing the Crown Prince.

Wen Nuan shook the tips of his fingers briefly before letting go. “Hello. I’ve long heard your great name.”

“Long heard my great name?” Ji Siming chuckled. “Do tell. What great name is that?”

“…..”

He actually took the pleasantry seriously. This guy is terrible at conversation.

Unfortunately for him, Wen Nuan was even worse.

Wen Nuan began counting on her fingers. “Shocking! Ji Siming’s Late-Night Tryst with Jiao Yaoyao¹⁰!”

“The Love-Hate Entanglement of Best Actor¹¹ Ji Siming and Bai Siyou¹²: Where Will It Go From Here?!”

“An Exposé: Which of Ji Siming’s Dozens of Ex-Girlfriends Is Most Likely to Become Mrs. Ji?!”

Ji Siming: “…..”

If Wen Nuan hadn’t said it, he wouldn’t have known his own headlines were so shameful.

Seeing that she was about to continue, he quickly cut his losses, holding up an Erkang hand¹³. “Enough.”

Wen Nuan narrowed her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I get something wrong?”

“…..”

It wasn’t that she’d gotten anything wrong. It was that she was far too accurate.

He had long heard that although Wen Nuan was beautiful, she was a rose with thorns.

At first, he thought it was just hype. But now, meeting her for the first time, he found this rose’s thorns were indeed incomparably sharp.

“Miss Wen, you’re just as the rumors say. So straightforward and sharp-tongued. Every sentence really stabs the heart.”

Wen Nuan spread her hands, feigning innocence. “Does it stab the heart? Aren’t these all things that really happened to Best Actor Ji? Does Best Actor Ji feel his heart has been stabbed?”

Ji Siming: “…..”

This woman really knew how to stick a pin in wherever there was a crack¹⁴!

Ji Siming’s lips twitched. “I own up to what I do. What Miss Wen said is reasonable, so I have no grounds to deny it.”

“It’s just that, for a first meeting, isn’t it a bit improper for Miss Wen to gossip about someone right to their face?”

Wen Nuan picked up a glass of water from the table and took a sip. “Better than you having ‘I want to hit on you’ written all over your face, right?”

Ji Siming’s expression stiffened. He gave an awkward laugh. “….What is Miss Wen talking about?”

“Stop pretending. I know exactly what kind of filthy thoughts men have when they see me. Best Actor Ji should save his excellent acting skills for when the cameras are rolling.”

Wen Nuan, after all, had plenty of experience running with crowds of men. Never mind this world, where her “scumbag” mission forced her to navigate interactions with them; back in her original world, she had been a bitch through and through.

From the moment Ji Siming had walked into the hotel, Wen Nuan had felt a scorching gaze on her.

There wasn’t a trace of innocence in that look. It was scorching and predatory, filled with an audacious and reckless determination to win.

Ji Siming’s acting was impeccable, and he had won so many awards he’d lost count. Audiences were captivated by his looks and his skill, which afforded him great tolerance and patience for his chaotic private life.

The guy’s taste in women was very specific: they had to be beautiful with a great figure. If a woman had a pair of long, slender, pale legs, he could even overlook minor flaws in her face.

That’s right, Ji Siming was a leg-con¹⁵.

In his mind, he had a clear standard.

Beautiful legs > looks > figure.

Therefore, most of the women Ji Siming had dated were either supermodels or actresses whose personas were built around being a “leg spirit.”¹⁶

Not long ago, Wen Nuan had participated in a variety show where the production team had provided super-short skirts for the female guests. Leaked photos were posted online, and Wen Nuan’s long, fair legs instantly went viral, earning her the label of a “leg spirit.”

But Wen Nuan didn’t think her own legs were all that great. The truly beautiful legs belonged to Yi Jing. They were fair and smooth, long and straight. Touching them was like caressing a piece of warm, flawless jade, making it impossible to let go.

Ji Siming thought he had disguised himself well. After all, even though many called him a playboy, women still fell for him, one after another stepping into the breach¹⁷, devoting their hearts to him.

The rumors about his womanizing and amorous affairs were countless, but he had deceived everyone with his superb acting, earning a reputation for being a passionate romantic who was never vulgar.

Now, having been hit on the head with a single sentence by Wen Nuan, Ji Siming felt no shame or embarrassment at having his sore spot exposed.

He was a little excited, even thrilled. This was the first person who could see through his mask and face his true self.

This meant that in front of Wen Nuan, he wouldn’t have to pretend. He could openly show his true colors.

It felt as if he had found his soulmate.

Wen Nuan felt Ji Siming’s gaze on her grow even hotter, as if his eyes were a pair of high-wattage spotlights.

Not bothering with him any longer, she stood up to leave, but he grabbed her wrist. Her eyes narrowed. “Let go!”

Ji Siming paid no mind as she wrenched her hand away. He just said confidently, “Wen Nuan, I’m going to start pursuing you.”

Wen Nuan frowned. “…..”

Is this guy a psycho?!

The agent, who had just finished checking in and was walking over: “…..”

Wen Nuan, he thought, is the biggest handful I’ve ever managed. Bar none!

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