Reborn into the Obsessive Love of a Dark and Twisted Shadow Queen - Chapter 6

Qingcheng Drama Academy is one of the top drama schools in the country, and the videos they produce are published on the school’s official website.

Moreover, this was an opportunity to act alongside Ji Qingshu.

The implication was clear: this video shoot would undoubtedly win the school’s short film gold award.

With such prestige at stake, some people would resort to bribery, which explains why buying gold awards is a common practice in the entertainment industry.

Now it seems this cutthroat competitive atmosphere from the entertainment industry has blown back into the drama academy itself.

Give me back my phone.

In the past, Chu Xueyi might have avoided confrontation. But now, knowing how things would unfold in the future, she had nothing to fear.

Yes, Zhao Chengjun’s family was powerful and influential.

But so what?

She already possessed knowledge of all the future blockbuster dramas. As long as she honed her acting skills, every project she took on would undoubtedly become a hit.

Even someone like Zhao Chengjun, the son of a nouveau riche, would be easily dismissed by Chu Xueyi in the future.

You still haven’t answered my question.

Chu Xueyi, if you don’t agree today, don’t expect me to return your phone!

Zhao Chengjun’s group of cronies closed in behind him, looming over Chu Xueyi.

The danger of a woman being surrounded by men like this was obvious.

Chu Xueyi merely frowned slightly, wondering when the classmates she was supposed to rehearse with would arrive.

Stop looking around. They’re not coming.

If you don’t agree…

Zhao Chengjun’s tone turned even more menacing as he pulled a utility knife from his pocket.

Chu Xueyi… your pretty face won’t stay that way.

Zhao Chengjun licked his lips with a greasy, disgusting gesture. Besides, he continued, you’re quite attractive. It would be a shame to ruin your looks.

Zhao Chengjun had already developed sinister intentions toward Chu Xueyi, but his fear of Huang Zhenzhen’s family kept him from openly pursuing her.

Huang Zhenzhen wasn’t particularly beautiful.

Having undergone countless surgeries, reborn from the knives, guns, swords, and axes of cosmetic surgeons, Chu Xueyi couldn’t compare to the pure, natural beauty before her.

Click-clack…

The utility knife slid open.

Chu Xueyi’s heart nearly leaped into her throat. She glanced around frantically, desperately searching for an escape route.

But Zhao Chengjun had people surrounding her on all sides.

Left with no other option, she resorted to a desperate tactic.

Don’t move, I agree… I agree to change the Female Lead.

Chu Xueyi refused to surrender so easily. Once I get out of here, I’ll make sure someone deals with Zhao Chengjun’s pea-brained ass!

But who could she turn to?

The Zhao Family was too powerful even the academy wouldn’t dare provoke them lightly.

After racking her brain, only one person came to mind:

Ji Qingshu.

Though Ji Qingshu rarely flaunted her family’s wealth, Chu Xueyi had heard whispers within the industry that her family was incredibly wealthy. Their strained relationship stemmed from her acting career, which clashed with their traditional, scholarly background.

In the eyes of these cultured, merchant-class families, actors were considered the lowest of professions.

Though times had changed and people no longer called them actors, the essence remained the same: they were there for others’ amusement, their faces and bodies on display for anyone to gaze upon at will.

Now you’re being sensible.

Come on, unlock your phone yourself.

Contact your Class Monitor and tell them you’re withdrawing from the Female Lead competition and giving your spot to Huang Zhenzhen.

Chu Xueyi reached for the phone, but her typing speed was as slow as a turtle’s crawl. Zhao Chengjun initially maintained his patience, believing she was submitting to his oppressive force. Gradually, however, he sensed something was off.

Why is this woman being so slow?

Sending a short message shouldn’t take this long.

Unbeknownst to Zhao Chengjun, Chu Xueyi wasn’t messaging the Class Monitor, nor was she typing the message he demanded. Instead, she was sending a text to Ji Qingshu:

Qing Shu, someone is blocking me at the theater where we’re rehearsing. They’re trying to force me to give up the Female Lead role. Please come quickly, okay?

After typing these words, Chu Xueyi felt a surge of certainty. If Ji Qingshu truly cared for her, she would undoubtedly rush to her side at top speed.

Wait, I’ll be right there.

A notification popped up on Chu Xueyi’s phone. She glanced up at Zhao Chengjun and said simply, The message has been sent, and the Class Monitor has already agreed.

Zhao Chengjun found this odd. The Class Monitor’s response was suspiciously fast, and why would they agree immediately? Shouldn’t they consult with the teacher first?

Let me see your phone, Zhao Chengjun demanded.

Chu Xueyi tightened her grip on the device, showing no intention of handing it over.

Something’s fishy here. Even if he hadn’t suspected anything before, Zhao Chengjun now knew that Chu Xueyi hadn’t followed his instructions.

Well, well, Chu Xueyi!

Looks like you’re itching for trouble, daring to feign compliance!

Zhao Chengjun’s anger flared, veins bulging on his forehead. He grabbed Chu Xueyi by the collar. In the past, she might have cowered in fear.

But after years of clawing her way through the entertainment industry, she knew the Zhao Family had no influence there. So… even if she crippled this man, there would be no repercussions.

It wouldn’t even affect her career!

Seeing Zhao Chengjun lunge at her with a utility knife, Chu Xueyi instantly ducked. Having trained in rudimentary martial arts for her role in a wuxia drama, she retained some basic skills.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been playing a flying, earth-shattering female warrior even on the brink of death.

Zhao Chengjun stumbled forward, losing his balance. The blade accidentally slashed across his left forearm, staining his white shirt crimson.

Ah, you damned woman! he roared, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn’t believe a mere mouse had turned on the cat.

But even her desperate struggle couldn’t overcome Zhao Chengjun’s lackeys. One of them grabbed her shoulder, shoving her violently to the ground.

It’s okay… it’s just falling…

Chu Xueyi kicked out at the man’s side, silently praying for Ji Qingshu to arrive quickly.

She had staked her entire life and fortune on that man’s inexplicable affection.

Otherwise, her fate would be far from pleasant.

No one had expected Chu Xueyi, who looked so delicate and frail, to be capable of such a feat—using minimal force to injure two people simultaneously.

As the realization dawned, everyone lunged at her at once.

Zhao Chengjun clutched his arm, his small eyes burning with fury.

Damn it! Scar her face! I’ll take the blame if anything happens!

As the pampered young master of a wealthy family, Zhao Chengjun rarely faced defiance. Now, consumed by hatred, he wanted nothing more than to flay this seemingly fragile woman alive—the one who had bitten him so painfully.

But just then, the locked rehearsal room door burst open. Ji Qingshu, his cheeks flushed, finally arrived, followed by a crowd of students from their drama class.

Seeing Zhao Chengjun’s frenzied state, everyone frowned.

Finally, they’re here…

Chu Xueyi let out a silent sigh of relief.

Mommy, who said the early bird gets the worm? This is clearly a case of the early bird getting eyed by a toad!