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A city, Golden New Year's Bar.

Zhao Yilin stood at the door of the luxurious private room. She hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open and entering.

"Director Cheng, isn't this a film crew gathering? Why is it just you? "

It was dark inside the big box, and there was a fat man sitting in the middle of the sofa. He was Cheng Guodong, the director of Zhao Yilin's film crew.

"The others aren't free, they won't be able to come." Cheng Guodong stood up and looked at Zhao Yilin with lustful eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Cheng Guodong had long coveted this pure and charming actress. Today, he finally found a chance to trick her over.

Zhao Yilin's heart skipped a beat when she saw the look in her eyes. She smiled and said, "In that case, Director Cheng, let's meet again next time."

Zhao Yilin turned to leave, but was stopped by Cheng Guodong.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Come have a drink with me." Cheng Guodong handed a glass of red wine to Zhao Yilin and wrapped his arms around her waist. He smiled lewdly and said, "Little Linlin, accompany me tonight and I'll help you arrange for the female lead of the new movie. I'll make sure you get popular, how about that?"

Little Linlin... Zhao Yilin felt so disgusted that she almost puked on the spot.

At this moment, no matter how stupid she was, she understood what that pervert Cheng Guodong wanted to do to her.

In the entertainment circle, unwritten rules were a common occurrence. However, Zhao Yilin wouldn't sacrifice her innocence and betray her body just because she wanted to be famous.

"Sorry director, I suddenly remembered that I still have things to do at home." Zhao Yilin tactfully refused and pushed Cheng Guodong away.

"Don't refuse a toast!" Cheng Guodong's face darkened. He suddenly took a few steps forward, lifted Zhao Yilin's chin and poured a glass of red wine into her mouth.

"Let me go!" Zhao Yilin's heart skipped a beat. She pushed Cheng Guodong in a panic, and while he was in pain, she let go of him and ran out the door.

"F * cking stop!" Of course, Cheng Guodong wouldn't just stand by and watch as the cooked duck flew away. He chased after Zhao Yilin as soon as he saw her running away.

Zhao Yilin ran into the washroom in a panic.

There was actually a man in the washroom.

Heavens, she actually ran into the men's restroom in a panic!

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't see anything. " Zhao Yilin blinked her eyes like a frightened deer and apologized as she backed out of the room.

The man expressionlessly turned his head around and swept an extremely indifferent glance at her with a frown.

Zhao Yilin was stunned by the sight.

That handsome face in front of her, was so familiar, it made her daydream for three whole years.

Her fair skin, perfect lines as if made from ghosts and gods, and her exquisite yet profound facial features were clearly defined, bringing with it an unquestionable domineering aura.

Everything was exactly the same as the face in his memory!

"Xiao Yan, is that you? Is it really you? " Zhao Yilin was stunned. She looked at the man in front of her with disbelief. She walked up to him and threw herself into his arms without hesitation.

She had completely forgotten about her dangerous situation. Her heart thumped incessantly, as though it was about to jump out of her chest.

It had been three years, a whole three years!

Zhao Yilin was almost suffocated from the nightmare that had plagued her.

Now, she finally saw him again.

But how was that possible?

Qi Xiaoyan died three years ago! She had personally witnessed him being engulfed in a sea of flames. How could he possibly be revived now?