Lin Nuan walked over, feeling embarrassed. She just closed the car door hard, and she had to return to Fu Huai'an with her tail between her legs. It embarrasses her just thinking about it...

In the drizzle, Lin Nuan reluctantly knocked on the car window.

The cab door opened, and Fu Huaian walked out with a cigar in his mouth. Slender fingers gripped Lin Nuan's bag tightly and closed the car door. Long legs walked over unhurriedly, and his mature and delicate aura made Lin Nuan wonder if what he said in the car just now made her blush if it was just an illusion.

Fu Huai'an didn't bother her and handed her the bag.

Lin Nuan looked at his arched nose and thin lips. She reached out and took the bag and politely said, "Thank you......"

Unexpectedly, Fu Huaian did not let go. Lin Nuan frowned, recalling the situation when he was in the hospital that afternoon with the papers.

She wanted to pull her purse back whenever she tried to do so...... She felt that Fu Huai'an had taken a step forward. Her heart began to beat faster.

"Think about what I'm going to say when I get home, okay?"

The distance between them is a bit compromised, but still safe. Fu Huai'an didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but his gaze was so deep that it made her heart beat faster.

Lin Nuan suppressed her stunned heart and nodded casually, "It's a good ......"

After getting the answer, Fu Huai'an let go of the bag. He put one hand in his pocket, shook his cigar, and said, "Then you go back upstairs."

...

Lin Nuan was confused by Fu Huai'an's feelings, and when the elevator reached her floor, it began to cool down.

When she stepped out of the elevator... She found someone on her doorstep. She wears a baseball cap, sunglasses, a mask, a snazzy flower-embroidered denim jacket, black pants, and white sneakers. She sat on the suitcase and bowed her head blankly.

Hearing the sound of the elevator door opening, the girl looked in the direction of Lin Nuan and stood up, her sweet and soft voice with a hint of hoarseness, "Nuan ......"

The person standing at Lin Nuan's door was none other than Song Yao, who was her very close friend from Bai Xiaonian in college.

When the three of them graduated from college, they were all looking forward to the future. However, Song Yao has been unable to cope with the difficulties since she entered the radio station and is unwilling to follow the unspoken rules. Since she also didn't know how to control her glow sometimes, she was forced to leave the radio station.

However, no one could have imagined how things would take a turn for the worse. Song Yao unexpectedly entered the entertainment industry and rose to fame from a fantasy fighting show.

Today, Song Yao is one of the famous young actresses in Chinese mainland and continues to get roles and advertising performances.

Noticing the heaviness in Song Yao's voice, Lin Nuan opened the door and let her go in first.

Her face was still a little hot. She put her wallet and documents on the shoe rack and helped Song Yao carry her luggage in.

"Aren't you filming overseas..."

Before Lin Nuan could finish this sentence, he was shocked to see that after Song Yao took off her hat and glasses, there were bruises on her nose and face.

...

When Bai Xiaonian rushed over after the performance, Song Yao had already changed into Lin Nuan's comfortable home clothes and pulled her hair into a neat bun. She rolled up her sleeves and worked on a fresh fish in the kitchen without saying a word or shedding a single tear.

Bai Xiaonian was in too much of a hurry, and his shoes were soaked.

She put one hand on the shoe rack, glanced towards the kitchen, and leaned over to change her heels. She lowered her voice and asked Lin Nuan, "What's the matter?" Did she break up with that Sue guy?

Lin Nuan shook his head. Bai Xiaonian didn't think it was possible, because they had seen Song Yao's boyfriend before. He doesn't have the best manners, but he's certainly not the kind of guy who hits women.

Song Yao's luggage happened to be placed on the kitchen countertop. Inside the box were not clothes and cosmetics, but vegetables and fruits......

Lin Nuan and Bai Xiaonian didn't say a word.

When the food is ready, they bring the plates to the table.

Song Yao lowered her head, took out a bottle of red wine from the suitcase, and opened it. She lit a cigar, smoked a few stiffly, and coughed a few times.

Bai Xiaonian snatched the half-finished cigar from Song Yao and put it in the sink. "If you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke!"

At the table, Song Yao poured herself a glass of wine. With red eyes, she pulled out another cigar and put it to the corner of her mouth. When she held the lighter and tried to light the cigar, her movements were wobbly and stiff.

Bai Xiaonian didn't stop her.

Song Yao put the lighter on the table and said, "I don't dare to get drunk anywhere else, warm ...... I'm getting drunk at your house today, okay this time?

Lin Nuan nodded.

When she exhaled the smoke, Song Yao's tears flowed down her cheeks. Her expression was flat, and she said half-truthfully, "I've actually been thinking about how to tell you this for a while, but no matter what I say, it will sound weird, so I might as well tell you honestly." I slept with one of my investors, who had been wanting to do this for a while.

Song Yao's words were like thunder. Bai Xiaonian was shocked. She examined the wounds on Song Yao's face and body and asked, "Where did these bruises come from?" Is there any strange kink on the part of the investor, or is Su Huan doing this to you?

Song Yao shook his head and continued in an extremely pale voice.

"I broke up with Su Huan three months ago." Song Yao lowered her head and took a puff of her cigar, "I feel sorry for Su Huan, I thought I could be loyal to him, but the truth is that I just haven't met a more attractive man than this."

Over the years, Song Yao and Su Huan have been in a platonic relationship. Despite being in the dirty entertainment industry, Song Yao still tries to maintain her innocence and wants to save the first time for a romantic wedding night.

Bai Xiaonian had made fun of Song Yao for being too naïve before. She took the bastard Lu Jinbei as an example and told Song Yao: If she decides to marry Su Huan, then she should make sure that Su Huan is full. Otherwise, he would go out hunting. Who knew that just half a year later, something like this would happen.

Bai Xiaonian interrupted Song Yao's words. "Does this man have a wife?"

"Almost, he has a fiancé." Song Yao knew that Bai Xiaonian hated his mistress the most. Her reddened eyes looked at Bai Xiaonian, whose expression had just changed. "I didn't know until I slept with him, I always thought he was single. But even so... Even if I knew he had a fiancé, I would still do the same thing!

After a short pause, Song Yao lowered her head and continued, "If it weren't for the fact that I had just graduated from school that year...... Innocence is like a blank slate, and in the best years of my life, in my early twenties, I will definitely fight passionately and fearlessly. I would swear to show those who climbed into power with those unspoken rules, I didn't use them myself, but I could still reach heights that they could only hope to see!

Song Yao raised her wine glass and drank it in one gulp. She put down her wine and continued...

"All these years, I've been watching the artists who have become famous, and they've stolen my characters by these dishonorable rules. No matter how good my acting skills are, I still can't compete with people who have support behind me. They've won so many awards that their hands get tired from holding them, but now even though I'm just nominated for an award, I'm only a minor character! I'm twenty-seven years old, almost twenty-eight years old. I looked in the mirror and saw a wrinkle on one side of my eye. My face is no longer full of collagen, and even if I spend more money on more expensive skincare products, it doesn't help maintain the look I had in my early twenties. After leaving PS, I didn't have the kind of flawless skin that fans would appreciate! I feel more and more how short the career of a female artist is. I already know I can't suffer too much anymore!