After Transmigrating, I Bent the Female Lead O - Chapter 15

Inside hotel room 403.

“You’re a complete waste of space.”

“He Lingxing didn’t do that. Why can’t you find something else to hold against her? Didn’t you say you hated her so much before? Is this what you call hatred?”

The voice in her mind, like a bone-clinging parasite, echoed in her ear ceaselessly. When Shu Minglan got out of the car, she desperately clutched her temples, trying to escape the obnoxious sound, but it was useless.

That voice clung to her ear like a ghost, occasionally tormenting her.

“Shu Minglan, you really disappoint me. He Lingxing did so many things before, and you actually forgot them. Now you’re shamelessly trying to be good friends with her? Is it that hard for you not to be a sycophant? You might as well go fawn over Murong Feng!”

Shu Minglan had been listening calmly, enduring the uncomfortable stinging pain that came in waves from her mind, but upon hearing this, she suddenly clenched her fist tightly.

“Who I choose to be friends with is my business. I won’t be with him. Besides, He Lingxing didn’t do anything illegal.”

The electric current spreading from her brain’s nerves made all of Shu Minglan’s limbs feel immersed in that stinging sensation, though to outsiders, she merely looked like she was resting.

Forcing herself to endure the sharp pain, Shu Minglan said, word by word:

“She really wasn’t a good person in the script I discovered, but she’s completely different now. Not only has she not acted towards me like in the script, but she’s helped me out every time. Like that manager, He Lingxing was the one who sent her to prison. Otherwise, who knows when she would have been punished.”

After her consciousness awakened, Shu Minglan had also thought about retaliating against that manager, but her power was much smaller compared to He Lingxing’s.

In that entertainment company, He Lingxing was, after all, the high-ranking CEO. To deal with an manager, she only needed to find evidence, making it much more efficient for her to act. Without He Lingxing’s help, it would have been much more difficult for Shu Minglan, as an artist, to bring down an manager.

“You really don’t know what’s good for you. Zzz, zzzzz…”

Then, the thing in her mind simply stopped talking to her and instead tried to subdue Shu Minglan with the brutal method of electric currents.

The initially needle-like stinging pain gradually turned into a tingling numbness. Shu Minglan had become quite used to being electrocuted, no longer agonizing in pain as soon as it started.

She simply closed her eyes. Anyway, this thing still needed her to follow the plot, so it couldn’t kill her.

The pain that couldn’t kill her was temporary and wouldn’t even result in missing limbs. Shu Minglan only felt her head hurting more and more, as if ten thousand needles were fiercely piercing her nerves. In a moment, her legs became a little weak.

After enduring such torture for an unknown period, it finally ended. Shu Minglan dazedly touched her back, which was completely soaked in sweat, wetting her innermost clothes.

Shu Minglan unsteadily got up from the lounge chair in the room and poured herself a glass of plum juice to quench her thirst.

She hadn’t forgotten the embarrassing situation she almost encountered at the company earlier. Once bitten, twice shy. She made sure the bottle she opened was sealed before feeling at ease.

After the sweet and sour juice flowed down her throat, her headache also improved greatly. She took a quick shower in the bathroom and lay directly on the bed. Tomorrow, she had other scenes to shoot, and time simply didn’t allow for such exhaustion.

••••

While Shu Minglan was falling asleep, a tall, handsome young man with a mask walked into the alley leading to the hotel. Perhaps because he had just finished work, Murong Feng’s eyes were also filled with fatigue.

He let out a lazy yawn, striding confidently through the blind spot of the surveillance cameras, completely oblivious to the woman following him. The young lady at the front desk had seen celebrities several times that day. This time, after seeing the handsome man she usually only saw on TV, her face was subtly flushed with excitement.

“Mr. Murong… it’s room 403. Please feel free to call the front desk if you need anything.”

A strong wind was blowing outside. Murong Feng, filled with exhaustion, gently acknowledged her and walked towards the elevator, fighting off drowsiness.