"Shut up, just shut your mouth, if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve been famous by now, it’s all your fault...." Xue Chengcheng screamed. Yun Ya sneered, people like her were beyond reasoning with; their minds didn’t work like normal folks. If they tripped while walking, they wouldn’t blame themselves for not looking where they were going; they’d blame the construction workers for not fixing the road properly or the passersby for distracting them. Such people, always blaming others for their mistakes but never seeing their own faults, what’s the point of them living? Just wasting air. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel⟡fire.net "Too bad, there’s no ’if’ in this world. If you have the guts, die and go back, see if you can change the ending. But let me tell you, even if you die a thousand times, it’s useless, because as long as I’m here, you, Xue Chengcheng, will never see the light of day, always living like a lump of mud." Without another glance at her, he walked over, took Yun Miao’s hand, and left the place. Yun Miao subconsciously looked back and saw the girl watching Yun Ya with eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. He frowned slightly, and when the girl caught his eye, the complex emotions in her eyes dissipated like a receding tide, replaced by an expression of wronged innocence that stirred pity. Yun Miao paused for a second, thought of something, broke free from Yun Ya’s hand, and ran towards Xue Chengcheng. "Miaomiao, what are you doing?" Yun Ya couldn’t stop him in time and saw Yun Miao run up to Xue Chengcheng, smile at her with his mouth agape, then lean down and gently hug her. Yun Ya’s step faltered, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Xue Chengcheng as if he were looking at a dead person. Yun Miao quickly let go, took a step back, and Xue Chengcheng grabbed his hand, pleading, "Yun Miao, can you take me away from here, please? I don’t want to stay here, please take me away, for the last time I helped you find Yun Ya, please." Yun Miao tried to pull his hand back in panic, but Xue Chengcheng was holding on too tight; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get away and looked at Yun Ya anxiously. Yun Ya just watched indifferently, his gaze deep and cold. "Have you forgotten me? Last time at the TV station, when you couldn’t find your sister, I helped you find her. You can’t just stand by and do nothing...." She now deeply regretted provoking Ji Yunya earlier, wondering what he had fed her, and now she had this terrifying man by her side; she regretted even more getting involved in this mess, ending up with nothing but losses. Yun Miao shook off her hand, pursed his lips, ran to Yun Ya’s side, and gestured, [What’s wrong with her?] Yun Ya glanced at him, "She wants me dead." She saw Yun Miao’s clear gaze become deep all at once, layers of darkness swirling and rising, his lips tightly pressed as he ran to Xue Chengcheng, staring at her intently. Xue Chengcheng yelled immediately, "Don’t listen to her nonsense, when have I ever wanted her dead." To accommodate Yun Miao, she spoke especially slowly, making sure he could clearly see her lip movements. Yun Miao glanced at a stool in the corner, picked it up, and smashed it towards Xue Chengcheng with no mercy. "Ah..." Xue Chengcheng didn’t expect this seemingly innocent young man to act so swiftly. She couldn’t react in time and was struck on the head by the stool, her forehead splitting open and blood gushing out. Just one word from Ji Yunya and he believed it, such a fool... She clutched her head, feeling the warm blood streaming down, blurring her vision. Yun Miao no longer gave her another glance, turned around, and walked to Yun Ya, flashing a brilliant smile. [I avenged Yaya for you.] Yun Ya smiled and touched his face, "Miaomiao, thank you." Thank you for your unconditional trust in me. No one knew how uneasy she felt inside when Miaomiao broke free and ran to another woman... After they left, silence descended on the room momentarily. In the lingering silence, where one could hear a pin drop, Xue Chengcheng was about to get up when a foot landed on her back, pressing her down again. "Miss Xue, do you know what Miss fed you just now?" Du Shan thought of how she had been acting and felt disgusted. What ’Miss stole her things’—boiled down to jealousy. Even if Miss gave her the opportunity, was she so certain she would become famous? And she dared blame Miss, such impressive capability to shift blame.