novelraw Chapter 26 I Brought My Ex-Girlfriend to the Romance Variety Show
Chapter 26 I Brought My Ex-Girlfriend to the Romance Variety Show
Song Ze didn't move.
A sharp glass shard left a shallow cut on his chest, and beads of blood seeped through his white T-shirt.
Zhang Yilin's hands were trembling; her grip tightened and loosened as she cried.
Song Ze lowered his head slightly, and the shadow cast by his chin fell on the back of her hand.
"I am a singer and an actor."
His voice was very low, with a deliberately steady tone at the end.
"Those words and actions on stage are all for the sake of the show. That's just work."
His left hand hung at his side, fingers spread, showing no defensive posture.
"You are a very gentle and beautiful girl. You deserve my affection."
He shuffled his right foot forward half an inch.
The sole of the shoe rolled over the shards of glass on the ground, making a soft cracking sound.
"I would feel heartbroken if I had a scar on my neck or face."
Zhang Yilin stopped sobbing.
The rhythm of his chest rising and falling changed.
The broken glass pressed against his chest no longer pressed down.
Song Ze raised his right hand very slowly. He spread his fingers and supported her wrist from below as she gripped the glass.
When my fingertips touched my skin, my pulse was pounding fast and strong.
Apply even pressure with your thumb and forefinger along both sides of the radius bone, guiding it downwards.
We don't rob, we only entice.
Zhang Yilin loosened her fingers one by one.
The broken glass hit the ground, bounced twice, and then stopped moving.
She lunged forward, wrapped her arms around Song Ze's back, and buried her face in his chest.
The warm water quickly seeped in, mixing with the blood and staining the white T-shirt.
Song Ze was knocked back half a step, and his right heel quickly slammed into the ground.
can't stop.
If this logic isn't fully played out, then the knife-grabbing action just now wasn't appeasement, but rather provocation.
The SWAT team outside will rush in.
Penalties for breach of contract, withdrawal plan, everything wiped clean.
He lowered his dangling left hand and gently patted her convulsing back.
Promise me one thing.
He leaned close to her ear, his tone indulgent.
"Don't hurt yourself in the future. You can contact me on WeChat if you need anything."
The strength with which she struggled in his arms gradually weakened.
"You mentioned Wen Ziliang on the phone just now," Song Ze said softly. "Can you tell me about it?"
The crying stopped.
Zhang Yilin stepped back and vigorously rubbed her face with the back of her hand, leaving red marks.
She reached into her hospital gown pocket; it was empty.
He patted his trouser legs again, his impatience rising once more.
"It's gone."
Song Ze turned his head and raised his voice towards the tightly closed fire door: "Zhang Juan, go to the nurses' station and get your phone."
Outside the door, Zhang Juan sat with her back against the tiled floor, her calves still trembling.
She stood up, bracing herself against the edge of a riot shield held by a nearby special police officer, ran away in her high heels, and then turned back.
The door was pulled open a crack, and the phone was slipped through the gap.
Zhang Yilin snatched it away, quickly tapped the screen, and opened WeChat.
"It was a very gentle older brother who told me."
She held the screen up to Song Ze.
He said he sympathized with our love.
The profile picture in the chat log is a husky sticking out its tongue.
Song Ze swiped with one hand to scroll up and look at the page.
The rhetoric was meticulous and well-structured, completely different from the vulgar incitement found in ordinary sasaeng fan groups.
"Lin Shishi does have connections. I heard they spent a long time alone in the recording studio last night. You really don't mind?"
"Song Ze is currently very popular, and investors may want to push him onto the CP idol route. You should be prepared."
"Don't you want an explanation in person? He was recording a show at Xiaoguo Club this afternoon."
The next thing was a screenshot of a performance ticket, with the seat numbers clearly marked.
Song Ze stopped sliding.
The name Xia Ziming appears repeatedly in the records.
"Isn't your cousin Xia Ziming a student at Fudan University School of Medicine? Ask her to help check Lin Shishi's medical records."
cousin.
Song Ze ran the name through his mind.
It can't be that much of a coincidence!
The WeChat ID is a random combination of English letters, and the Moments is a single line.
He had Wen Ziliang's real WeChat account saved on his phone, and he would post behind-the-scenes photos of the film crew and golf course locations every day. He had no connection with this husky.
The logic is very clear.
If Zhang Yilin successfully commits suicide on a talk show, the label of "driving female fans to their deaths" will be permanently attached to him.
However, the chat logs from this husky account are far from sufficient as evidence.
Using this to accuse a top male celebrity who has a public relations team is tantamount to handing over a handle for defamation.
"Brother Song, look, I gave this older brother a good scolding."
Zhang Yilin tilted her head back, her eyes filled with a strong sense of demanding.
The facial muscles are pulled out of proportion.
"I didn't listen to him completely. I only trust you. Will you treat me well from now on?"
That kind of madness, where one binds the entire meaning of life to another person, surged in with the dim light.
Song Ze returned the phone and took a half step back.
"Of course. Just listen to the doctor and take your medicine. I'll pick you up on the day you're discharged."
Zhang Yilin nodded vigorously.
The fierce energy that had sustained her dissipated.
She turned and shouted at the door, "Nurse, I need my bandaged!"
The door was opened, and medical staff rushed in carrying medical kits.
Riot police quickly cleared a path.
Song Ze came out carrying the dark red-stained coat.
The SWAT team leader stood by the door, watching him walk past.
A popular celebrity, without wearing a stab-proof vest, entered a confined space alone to comfort a mentally ill person armed with weapons.
Ten years of experience responding to calls was overturned at this moment.
Zhang Juan followed closely behind, her high heels clicking rapidly.
The elevator doors closed, and the car began to descend.
"It was Wen Ziliang's men who did it." Zhang Juan's fingers were already reaching for her phone. "I'll contact the legal department immediately and apply for a case to investigate the IP address."
"It's no use."
Song Ze pressed the underground parking button.
"The WeChat account is most likely not registered under a real name. The chat history doesn't prove anything."
He paused for a moment.
"But it mentions one person: Xia Ziming."
Zhang Juan's finger paused in mid-air, then she nodded vigorously.
Forty-eight hours later.
Villa No. 6, Sheshan, on the outskirts of Shanghai.
Special recording of episode 6 of season 2 of "Heartbeat Signal".
The sofa in the center of the living room was completely removed, and a six-meter-long European-style table was placed in the middle.
Warm yellow spotlights shone on the tabletop, and a dozen cameras were positioned at both sides of the dining table from various angles.
In the control room, the assistant director gripped the lapel microphone and quickly directed the broadcast: "Camera two, cut to a wide shot; camera four, zoom in on Song Ze's face. The PR department has maxed out the budget for trending topics; the number of online viewers is about to break three million."
At the top of the live stream screen, a red banner prominently displayed: [Special Project: Bring someone important to you on a date.]
Subtitle Note: Each guest must invite one person who has had the greatest influence on their views on relationships to participate in the recording. Company staff are not allowed.
The barrage of comments was so dense that it caused double images to appear.
"Lin Shishi brought her university mentor, saying that the old professor's views on love made her insist on being herself, which was quite pretentious."
"Zhang Hao brought his mother along; his approach to mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships is amazing."
"Who can Song Ze bring along? Since his parents aren't in the industry, he can't bring an agent. Who else can he bring along?"
"Could he really have brought those stalker fans from the mental hospital here? He's the most ruthless person on the entire internet."
"Get lost, haters. Song Ze was officially praised yesterday for his calm handling of the emergency. I'm betting he'll bring along some industry veterans to back him up."
Song Ze sat at the end of the dining table.
A black pullover hoodie with no logo.
He shook the ice water in his hand, without looking at any camera angle.
Zhang Juan stood behind a load-bearing column in the blind spot of the camera, her hands clenched into fists.
The company had originally arranged for a music director they had worked with to impersonate a "mentor" to support them.
Song Ze vetoed the motion ten minutes ago and made a phone call himself.
Zhang Juan wasn't even told who to call.
Footsteps came from the direction of the villa's gate.
No staff members stopped them.
All camera angles were adjusted to align with the end of the entrance hallway.
There was a one-second pause in the comments section.
The double doors were pushed open.
The white low-heeled leather shoes stepped silently onto the marble floor.
She wore a navy blue shirt with a clean cut, the cuffs rolled up to mid-forearm, revealing a section of pale wrist.
The beige handbag he was carrying in his right hand had the words "Fudan University School of Medicine" printed on it in small dark blue letters.
She didn't speak immediately.
His gaze calmly swept over the cameras, microphone booms, and a dozen or so dark lenses covering the entire venue.
Then she ignored the production crew surrounding her and the host who was about to speak.
My gaze swept across most of the living room and landed precisely on the man shaking a water glass at the end of the dining table.
Song Ze raised his head.
Eyes facing each other.
Xia Ziming took a step.
The heels tapped out a steady rhythm on the marble floor.
She did not move to any empty seats.
She walked straight to Song Ze's side and stopped.
The entire venue was so quiet that you could hear the static coming from the control room headphones.
Lin Shishi put down her wine glass.
The text in the bullet screen started scrolling wildly, so fast that even the director couldn't switch to it in time.
Xia Ziming leaned forward slightly and placed her handbag on the dining table in front of Song Ze with her right hand.
She turned her head and brought her lips close to his ear.
"Let's make a deal."
The voice was extremely low, so low that only two people could hear it.
"You should publicly announce that I am your official girlfriend."
Song Ze's pupils suddenly contracted.
Xia Ziming spoke at a moderate pace.
"In return, I can tell you how Professor Wen Ziliang stabbed you in the back?"