She already felt deeply sorry for her, and if she implicated her again, how could her conscience be at peace?
Gu Tianyu sneered, "Now you know how to protect your little girl friend? Back then when you agreed to my proposal, you were quick to say yes. An Hao, stop pretending to be innocent here, thinking I forced you back then. I didnât force you; I just gave you a choice, and you made your own decision. Now, what are you pretending to be a good friend for, a white lotus?"
Gu Tianyuâs words left An Haoâs face ashen, paler than it already was, terrifyingly white.
"I dare say, even if you were to dig out your heart and offer it to her, she wouldnât look at you again! No matter how nice you are to her, she wonât appreciate it anymore! Why bother saying all these insincere and hypocritical things? If you were a good person, you wouldnât have nodded to me back then."
Every word he said was like a sharp dagger that pierced her skin and broke her heart.
An Hao leaned against the bed, tears streaming from her eyes, her lips trembling, "I know... I know it was a choice I made... thatâs why I repent every moment..."
"Whatâs the use of repenting? The scars have been made, and memories canât be erased. Everything youâre doing now is futile."
"Even so... I still want to do it."
Itâs better than...
Doing nothing at all.
Bit by bit, at least she can give back to her.
"Third Young Master, can you help me?"
"Foolish!"
...
A week later.
As the final deadline for the program shoot drew nearer, Song Jiaqiâs workload increased.
There was no response from Luâer, prompting the director to prepare a backup plan.
As for Song Xiaoxi, Song Jiaqi hadnât called her after work.
But she started visiting Ye Yangâs official fan forum to look at some on-site photos fans posted that day, to know what he was doing. And in those photos, Song Xiaoxi often appeared.
A week later, everyone accepted this new little assistant, or rather, they never really saw her as an assistant, just a fun, loyal little fan.
On site, Song Xiaoxi would play with other fans, helping them do things for their idol, and did a pretty good job.
"Little brat, you are diligent when helping your real dad!"
As for her? Even wonât help with sweeping the floor.
Ah, reality is indeed this cruel.
But seeing these photos, knowing that they are doing well, there wasnât much to worry about.
After all, sheâs been busy lately and really has no time to deal with them.
After leaving the forum, Song Jiaqi went to make dinner. Being alone, it didnât matter how elaborate it was, with no motivation to cook, she just made some instant noodles.
Soon after, she suddenly received a call from an unknown number.
Holding her instant noodles, Song Jiaqi came to the sofa, looking curiously at the unfamiliar number on her phone screen.
There were quite a few who called her during the day while at work, but this late, who would lack such manners to still want to discuss work?
She had no choice but to pick up.
"Hello?"
"... Song Jiaqi?"
She froze for a moment upon hearing this voice.
Wait a minute...
Donât tell her, this voice is...
"Iâm Ye Yang."
"..."
Oh dear! It really is him!
Because of Song Xiaoxi, sheâs often been forced to watch Ye Yangâs dramas and shows, becoming all too familiar with his voice.