Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Liang Che kissed between Ming Shu’s eyes and asked softly, “Does it still hurt?”
Ming Shu lay limp in his arms… She didn’t even want to move a single finger.
Seeing that Ming Shu didn’t reply, Liang Che became nervous. “Does it hurt a lot?”
“No, I want to take a shower.” She was sticky and sweaty, and didn’t know whose sweat it was.
Liang Che immediately held her in the arms and went to the bathroom.
He turned on the hot water for her.
And as they washed together, there was another round of inevitable intimate behaviors…
Fortunately, Liang Che had a strong will and didn’t want to hurt Ming Shu for their first time.
After dawdling in the bathroom with Ming Shu for a while, he held her up again and sent her back to bed.
Liang Che got some medicine from nowhere and made to apply it to Ming Shu.
Ming Shu: “…”
She was not that fragile!
What medicine!
Didn’t you just want to take advantage of me!
Scheming!
So the straight woman Ming Shu refused it very decisively.
Liang Che: “???”
What did he do wrong again?
Why was this woman so difficult to please!
Liang Che poured her a glass of milk. “Drink this before you go to bed.”
Ming Shu never said no to food.
She drank the milk in one go then fell asleep.
The next day, Ming Shu got up with weak legs. When she got out of bed, she almost fell to her knees.
Liang Che helped her up. “I said I should apply some medicine to you.”
Ming Shu felt uncomfortable and screamed, “You… Don’t touch me for a month! Animal!”
Liang Animal Che: “…”
It was not easy for Ming Shu to go out like this.
Liang Che went out to bring breakfast in.
Ming Shu always had breakfast more actively than anyone else.
Before it was ready, she would wait at the table with shining eyes.
Today Liang Che suddenly brought breakfast to their room, so Mother Wen came to check on her. But seeing she was fine, Mother Wen then revealed a meaningful expression on her face.
Ming Shu: “…”
My real biological mother! I’m not as weak as you think!
Ming Shu was served with soup Mother Wen specially cooked for her at lunch: an all nourishing decoction?
Ming Shu didn’t know what it was, but it tasted good.
…
As World II just started shooting, it had received many people’s attention.
During this period, Ming Shu’s anti-fans expanded again.
These anti-fans held the principles of disliking her, yet waited to watch her drama every day.
If there was an Oscar for the actor with the most anti-fans, it must go to Ming Shu.
The anti-fans were not alone, as well.
Even the journalists who encountered her would behave differently.
If journalists saw other artists, they would rush toward them.
But when they saw her…
“Shit, it’s Wen Di.”
“Scatter.”
“Yes, what? It’s an emergency? Okay, okay, I’ll be right there…”
The reporters dispersed immediately, fearing that they may get caught by her.
Dig up her dark secrets?
She had nothing for them to dig up.
Her negative news was all over the Internet, and the audience had already gotten tired of it.
When they followed her, they would either see that she looked for food all over the world…
Or her PDA with the boy toy she kept.
Other than that boy toy, she didn’t even have any males around her… Oh, wait, Hengfeng Group’s Second Mister Cui… Ah. But Boss Cui only appeared around her occasionally.
And the distance between them was also limited to three meters minimum.
Speaking of the boy toy…
The reporters were very angry!
He was also a paparazzo, but he actually dated an artist and became her toy boy, wasn’t he just taking a shortcut?
Of course the artists would know more secrets in showbiz than them.
Did they also need to find themselves an artist keeper?
Ming Shu was also very depressed.
The reporters ignored her.
Was she a fake artist or what?
…
World II was on the air.
Ming Shu was popular again.
Mumu was pushed to become the female protagonist and also gained many fans this time.
Some companies came to her and tried to sign a contract. Second Mister Cui had mentioned it to her long ago, but she didn’t agree then.
Mumu asked for Ming Shu’s opinions, but Ming Shu wanted her to make her own decision.
Signing with a company had both benefits and losses.
Artists who had just begun to rise would usually sign with a company.
Mumu thought about it for a long time, and finally chose to sign with a company.
But she didn’t choose Second Mister Cui’s company.
Second Mister Cui was so depressed that he complained to Ming Shu over and over again.
With the company’s help, Mumu’s popularity rose continuously and she soon ranked herself among the currently popular female stars.
Mumu’s classmates were still worried about their future.
But she had already begun shining.
It was just so enviable.
Of course, there were also some thick-skinned ones coming to ask for Mumu’s help.
Mumu had a sweet temper, and just had no heart to reject other people’s humble words.
But it was usually a thankless task. Ming Shu watched her suffer losses several times, then had to teach her not to do those things again.
Mumu adjusted her weak mind accordingly.
Be tough when you should be.
Too much kindness was weakness.
And, of course, it came with all sorts of nasty comments.
Many people just didn’t want to hear these words, so they chose to accept other people’s demands, trying hard to maintain the front of being friends.
However, you could just think about it. If you didn’t have the power, would they even know you?
They didn’t care about you at all.
When you were down and out, they would turn around and leave without hesitation.
For such people, no matter how good you treated them, you would get nothing.
They were not your friends.
…
Later, Ming Shu starred in several more TV series, but after that, the number of her works decreased significantly.
She would act in at most one drama a year.
What the audience saw every day was her wandering around the world.
#The Whole World Is Coming Across Wen Di#
[Please go back to work. If you don’t act in dramas, how can we curse you!]
[You are an actress, how can you ignore your proper occupation!]
[Does she have even some professional ethics?!]
[Wen Di V: Didn’t you tell me to get out of showbiz? Am I not satisfying you? Don’t go too far! I have a temper too! I can eat three bowls of rice when I’m angry!]
[Anti-fans: …]
They were wrong.
But what the hell was that about her eating three bowls of rice?
The anti-fans felt distressed, and so did Liang Che.
Couldn’t she spend more time with him?
She ran everywhere every day.
Usually, they’d be together the night before and she’d leave the next morning.
In the end, Liang Che could only put someone else in charge of the studio, while he was the hands-off shopkeeper.
He chased after his wife all day.
My wife is the most important.
My wife is the most important.
Wife…
F**k. Why did she have to run! When will she marry me!
In the end, Mother Wen urged Ming Shu to get the marriage certificate with Liang Che, and she finally agreed to come back, reluctantly.
The wedding ceremony?
Liang Che wanted to hold one.
But Ming Shu thought it troublesome and changed the wedding to a honeymoon.
…
Ming Shu stayed in this world for several years, then brought Qi Yu’s spirit back to the Apocalypse Pagoda. The residual spirit was collected in a piece of jade.
She was now standing on the tenth floor.
There were many floating golden doors.
A door in front of her was slowly disappearing, exactly the one she had come out of.
She gave a look to Thousand Mirror Mountain.
Entering the door, time seemed almost still on this side.
So Ming Shu wasn’t worried about him very much.
She looked to the second door.
She pulled her coat chicly.
I can do it!
Little demon is no more attractive than snacks!
Next restaurant!
Next X!