After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again: Chapter 64

ARC 2: THE FILM EMPEROR FROM HUMBLE ORIGINS (20)

"Back then, my feet were bitten with frost, but he sheltered them with his hands the whole night.

"He was nibbling on a steamed bun when he looked at me and said, 'Once we have money, let's never eat steamed buns again. I'll buy you anything else you want to eat.

"'Xiao Yan, if there's a day I succeed, you'll become the princess of my life. You followed me through so much hardship. As long as I have that day, I'll never let you suffer again.'

"Unfortunately, the first to soar the skies was me. His heart was troubled and he drank heavily every day. I was the one to encourage him and use my resources to help him.

"We no longer have to eat steamed buns or live in a basement, nor do we have to huddle under a blanket or wake up in the night shivering from the cold. I thought we had our entire lives, but regrettably, a lifetime was too long. The scenery on the roadside was too beautiful. He came to a halt, and I could understand."

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After this article was posted, it instantly became popular on Weibo and was forwarded with countless comments. Hoards of reporters were clamoring to call Yan Ge.

Qi Yuan also saw it.

He and Yan Ge went together to pull down the pinhole cameras, but that was a long time ago. He assumed she had already gotten the footage but chose not to expose it. He figured she would take the video to Wang Xiuming to establish conditions.

In regards to Wang Xiuming's video scandal, he was certain she was the one behind it.

He read every word Yan Ge wrote about Wang Xiuming and their story on her microblog.

She didn't go to Wang Xiuming to set up conditions.

He was prudent enough not to ask at the time, but he never imagined that the couple had such a deep entanglement.

She liked Wang Xiuming, shared steamed buns with him and experienced such a difficult life together.

She must have really cared for him!

When the school bell rang after class, the students around him stirred and were happily joking around, but his head remained low as he stared at his phone without moving.

She used to like Wang Xiuming so much. Then, does she still like him now?

He nearly contacted her several times, but the phone remained tightly grasped in his hands. He couldn't bring himself to do it.

It was almost time to leave school when it suddenly rang.

She was calling.

"A Yuan, Don't come home today. The reporters have already surrounded the neighborhood. You have a bed in the school dorm, right? Stay there for a night."

"En."

"Does your card still have money?"

"You gave me some yesterday."

"Okay, that's good. I'll hang up first. Call me if there's anything."

"Are, are—" He hurriedly asked if she was okay, but the phone was already beeping from the disconnected call.

As he stared at the phone, his lips clenched tightly, but he didn't move for a long time.

The students coming and going were all talking about Wang Xiuming.

Many girls supported him and expressed their indignation over Yan Ge's actions. Qi Yuan disdained to argue with these people. For her sake, it wasn't worth it.

Everyone was tolerant of Wang Xiuming because he was a celebrity. Had he been an ordinary man, he would have been cursed to death.

Qi Yuan thought he would go back soon. He couldn't wait to appear before her.

He felt she must be having a hard time cutting off the past and wanted to comfort her.

But the next day, Yan Ge entrusted him to a good friend who led him to a house close to the school: "Xiao Xu said this is yours. You'll be living here from now on."

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Living on steamed buns can be the mark of poverty because it's the cheapest meal someone can buy in an effort to fill their stomach. That's probably why Yan Ge made a point to mention it in the autobiography. Our poor host had such an unreliable partner.