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A hint of panic was hidden in the calm voice: "What are you doing?"
"It’s none of your business. You’re trespassing, so get out."
"We haven't seen each other in a long time, and your first words are to threaten me?"
I forced a smile and said, " master Xie, will you please leave? Is that satisfactory?"
At the same time, Liang Nian called out softly, "Sister... I feel so unwell..."
Xie Chengyun's expression darkened further.
I helped him up. "Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."
Just a few steps in, a wall of people blocked our way. "You can't go with him."
I stepped on his black leather shoe and pressed down hard.
I said each word slowly, "Move aside."
He seemed to feel no pain and stood still.
"Sister, come back with me."
"Xie Chengyun, stop being ridiculous. Move aside quickly. Can't you understand human speech?"
He stared at me for a few seconds before stepping aside to clear the path.
I supported Liang Nian as we passed him.
In the next moment, everything went dark, and the weight on me suddenly vanished.
Before I lost consciousness, I fell into a warm embrace.
...
When I opened my eyes again, I was already back in the country.
Still groggy from sleep, I sat up in bed and met Xie Chengyun's intense gaze.
I felt that his look at me was different from before; it no longer held the pure gentleness and obedience it once did.
As we locked eyes, an eerie feeling crept over me.
"Where is Liang Nian?"
"I had my assistant take him to the hospital."
I nodded and slipped on my fluffy slippers to head outside.
He grabbed my arm. "Your first words upon waking are about him. What exactly do I lack compared to him?"
I interrupted him, "He’s younger than you, more energetic, cuter, and not an ingrate."
He held onto my hand tightly but couldn’t maintain his grip as the atmosphere around us grew tense.
The more I spoke, the more spirited I became. "Besides having some money..."
In the next moment, everything spun around as he pushed me down onto the bed.
His cool lips pressed against mine.
My pupils trembled as I pushed against him with all my strength.
But he held me tighter, and when he got up again, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
My eyes turned red with anger as I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.
"You still dare to force me, Xie Chengyun? Do you have no shame!"
He seemed to feel no pain, burying his head in my neck.
"I'm sorry, but this is the only way you can't speak."
"Sister, you've changed. You don't care for me anymore, and you even bite me."
My expression was icy as I replied, "Don't think that by pretending to be pitiful, I will forgive you."
His voice trembled:
"Sister, please stop talking. I don't want to hear it; I don't like hearing it.
"Come back, sister. I was wrong; I was foolish before. I said the wrong things. There’s no such thing as falling for someone else; I've always liked you.
"Xie Yu was deceived into taking shares from you, and I sent him away first to get revenge on you. You don’t like Ye Ran, so I blacklisted her. The others in the Xie Family criticized our relationship, and I made them quiet down.
"You've always wanted to create your own show, right? I can help you; just ask. Resources, connections, funding—I can provide everything you need. Please don’t leave me."
I sighed, "Xiao Yun, can you let go of yourself and your parents?"
He paused in his breathing, as if choked by his own words.
During the two years I faked my death, the system never stopped sending me updates:
"Host, the male lead thinks you're dead and has completely turned dark."
I was taken aback: "Does he have a strong obsession with me?"
"Yes. The last time you met the male lead, everything he said wasn't sincere; he still loves you but was deceived by the female lead."
In the original story, Xie Chengyun's parents' deaths were not an accident but were orchestrated.
The First Wife had plotted to seize power and tampered with the car.
When Ye Ran entered the story, she added a detail that implicated me as well.
She used this as bait to coerce Xie Chengyun into marrying her and presented evidence before the engagement—
It was an old, blurry surveillance video showing Meng Xiaoran lingering around the car for a long time before leaving in a hurry.
She distorted the facts: "The First Wife's couple set up a trap; Meng Xiaoran was just a child then, disguised in hypocrisy and easily manipulated."
Xie Chengyun's eyes were filled with brewing storms as his expression grew darker.
"She approached you deliberately to manipulate you. Think back—have you been led by her all these years, growing into the person she envisioned?"
...
Thus, during my two years of faking my death, Xie Chengyun took revenge on his enemies; the First Wife and her accomplices would never rise again.
And I was unjustly burdened with such a heavy accusation from Ye Ran—it was utterly helpless.
I couldn't change the plot or explain myself to Xie Chengyun.
What could I argue? That it was due to the system and being transported into a book? Who would believe such absurdity in this world?
Without substantial evidence, Xie Chengyun wouldn't believe me.
Rather than letting him be torn between hating and loving me, it would be better for me to make the choice for him.
"Death is the hardest hurdle to cross; parting ways is the best ending—for both of us."
I returned to the company where I had previously signed a contract, hoping to resume my position.
The boss looked troubled: "Xiaoran, you're also in this industry; you understand better than I do that hosting is filled with emerging talents every year..."
I understood everything after just half a sentence. In the past two years, the company has cultivated another "Meng Xiaoran" to replace my position. I've been absent for so long that they are afraid my skills have declined and are hesitant to use me. In fact, using me wouldn't be a problem; their biggest concern is that I have Xie Chengyun backing me. They worry that they might have to tilt the balance of resources in my favor without receiving equivalent returns.
"Don't worry, boss, I have no relationship with Xie Chengyun anymore. He won't interfere with my career," I assured him. He sighed in relief and let me go to the HR department to handle the paperwork.
I gradually took on three or four hosting jobs, both big and small, and the response was quite good. So when I approached the boss with my requests, I felt much more confident.
"You said you want to create your own show?" he asked. I nodded, "I've organized the production concept and operational model and sent it to your email." The boss still seemed hesitant. Seeing this, I had to take a step back: "I'll cover the startup costs and related personnel myself; the company won't need to spend any money or effort. You can review the results of the first few episodes before deciding whether to support it."
Only then did he agree.
...
Li Mu was overjoyed when she heard I was still alive: "I knew you wouldn't die!" While chatting, she suddenly remembered something and casually asked, "By the way, how is Xie Chengyun's illness?" My heart skipped a beat: "What illness?"
"You didn't know? He saved that audio clip you left on his tombstone and listens to it hundreds of times every day. No matter how his assistant tries to persuade him, he won't listen.
"I also heard from others that he invested nine figures in a project that seems to create virtual scenarios. A collaborator happened to see the operation process and said that the character he created virtually is you, and the simulated scenes are from those years you spent together.
"Anyway, he's been acting strangely lately—moody and less smiling—like he's suddenly become a different person. The gentle gentleman image he used to have is gone." She paused for a moment before teasingly lowering her voice, "We all guess he's thinking about you so much that he's developed a split personality and gone mad."
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