Xiao Hong was shocked, pulling out a bottle of medicine from her bag. "I found this in your room. You were already unconscious from sleeping pills, and there was this note." She handed the written note to Xue Chengcheng. Xue Chengcheng grew more and more alarmed as she read, gripping the thin paper tightly, suddenly turning to Ji Yunya: "Is this your doing?" Yun Ya raised her eyebrows and chuckled lightly, then looked at Xiao Hong: "Tell her how she woke up." Xiao Hong pressed her lips together, somewhat afraid of this person, and said quietly under Xue Chengcheng’s pressing gaze: "Doctors declared you a vegetable, not knowing if or when you’d wake up. It was just her who saved you moments ago with silver needles." Xue Chengcheng looked at Ji Yunya with a complex expression, hating her carefree demeanor. With clenched teeth, she said coldly: "What exactly do you want?" "I want nothing, merely to keep you alive." As she finished speaking, she brushed her skirt nonchalantly, exuding an air of noble elegance. Xue Chengcheng took a deep breath, sensing that this matter was clearly unusual. Why had she attempted suicide and written such an absurd note? Although the handwriting was indeed hers, she was increasingly shocked. No matter how difficult things were, she would never choose suicide, yet she had no memory of past events, and couldn’t recall anything. "What exactly is going on?" Xue Chengcheng asked vigilantly, glaring at Ji Yunya. Ji Yunya smiled faintly: "I saved your life, but that doesn’t mean the danger surrounding you has vanished. If you want to stay alive, then listen to me." Her tone was gentle, carrying a persuasive undertone. Xue Chengcheng clenched her fists secretly, the situation having unfolded unexpectedly. Ji Yunya could kill her as easily as squashing an ant, unless she held some value. But regardless, she was now in Ji Yunya’s grasp, with only one path to tread. "What do you need me to do?" After everyone left, Xue Chengcheng angrily swept a glass off the bedside table, shattering it on the floor with a "crash" sound. Xiao Hong hurriedly took a step back: "Miss Xue...." Xue Chengcheng glared at her: "Give me your phone." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Xiao Hong silently handed her the phone. Xue Chengcheng unlocked the screen, seeing the online trend suddenly shift. Previously, they were criticizing her; now, they were criticizing Ji Yunya, and she couldn’t help but curl her lips in satisfaction. But soon, her smile froze on her lips, her eyes darkening as she tightened her grip on the phone. "Chengcheng, you’re awake." Gu Cheng burst into the room upon hearing the news, seeing the woman sitting on the hospital bed, her face pale but spirited, and he sighed in relief. "Amitabha, thank goodness you’re okay." "Brother Cheng, what’s going on with these online stories?" Xue Chengcheng asked knowingly. "You were so vilified before; now, you’ve finally regained some standing. Although, this timing of your suicide was perfect, don’t you think? Now, who’s still focused on you? I have to say, you played this move very well," Gu Cheng said cheerfully. Does he think I deliberately committed suicide to shift the heat? Xue Chengcheng glanced at Xiao Hong, who lowered her head quietly. She was too tired to explain anymore, leaning back against the headboard, she said casually: "Pack up; I’ll return to the troupe this afternoon." "You need proper rest now. I’ve already requested leave from the troupe on your behalf; there’s no need to rush." "I’m fine; I can’t make the troupe wait just for me." Gu Cheng looked at her face and nodded silently. "Xiao Hong, take good care of Chengcheng. If anything happens again, I’ll hold you accountable." Xiao Hong hurriedly promised. Without drawing any attention, Xue Chengcheng returned to the troupe, where they were shooting Dong Xieyou’s scene — a young emperor with a beauty in his arms, a stern face, majestic and imposing, yet with eyes incredibly cold and clear, unmoved by this beautiful woman. Dong Xieyou truly deserved the title of Best Actor. Once he entered the role, every gesture and movement belonged to that character. His eyes fully immersed in the scene, drawing people in completely, even the typically picky and strict director had nothing to say. "Cut, this take is good. Mr. Dong performed wonderfully, keep up the good work." The extra actress stared dazedly at the face so close by, still leaning against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat through the thin fabric, her cheeks involuntarily flushed. The man, with his hair neatly tied by a jade crown, his stern aloofness faded inch by inch, replaced by a refined and gentle charm like the clear moonlight over a mountain stream in Song Xi, peaceful and enchanting.