Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

  “He Jichen, do you know just how well I acted at tonight’s BL Charity Gala? I think that was the best performance of my entire acting career on display tonight!”


  He Jichen’s lips pursed tightly as he stared at the road straight ahead and stepped on the gas.

  Ji Yi, who didn’t sense that the car was speeding up, continued chatting away happily.

  “I only regret not having any eye drops. When I cried, I had to pinch myself for the tears to come out.”


  “Speaking of which, my thigh kind of hurts now. At the time, I only cared about acting convincingly and forgot to take it easy on myself. I wonder if I’ll bruis-”


  Ji Yi only managed to speak half the word “bruised” before the speeding car suddenly came to an emergency stop, dead center on the main road.

  With the sharp, ear-piercing screech of the emergency brakes, Ji Yi lurched forward. Luckily, she had her seat belt on to prevent her forehead from smacking into the windshield.

  Ji Yi was scared half to death by the sudden emergency brakes. After some time, she composed herself and slowly straightened up in her seat.

  She instinctively glanced over at the street ahead and realized that the main road was empty.

  There are no cars and no pedestrians in sight. Why did He Jichen suddenly hit the emergency brakes?

  Ji Yi furrowed her delicate brows and vaguely felt like something wasn’t right. She slowly turned her head and looked over at He Jichen.

  Her gaze first landed on the steering wheel and noticed that He Jichen’s grip was so tight that his knuckles were protruding.

  The curve on Ji Yi’s lips suddenly froze as her gaze quickly traveled down He Jichen’s arm and up to his face.

  He stared right ahead as his thin lips practically pursed into a straight line. There was an evident sense of frustration in his handsome eyes.

  What’s with He Jichen?

  Ji Yi’s mouth gaped slightly. Her joy over what happened to Qian Ge instantly disappeared.

  The car was silent for a minute before Ji Yi’s lips moved, releasing a low, soft voice. “He Jichen, what’s wrong?”


  He Jichen seemed to have not heard what she said as he sat motionless in the driver’s seat. He stared ahead without any reaction at all.

  She wasn’t aware of what happened at the Golden Lounge when he was with Han Zhifan discussing business. When he was sitting in front of the tall windows with noise-canceling headphones, writing the script, Cheng Weiwan suddenly got up and ran over to them in a hurry with her phone in hand. “Mr. He, look. It’s Xiao Yi. She got into an argument with Qian Ge at the BL Charity Gala.”


  At the time, he didn’t even believe it. Ji Yi clearly told him she was at home, so how could she be at the BL Charity Gala?

  But he casually swept a look at Cheng Weiwan’s phone to see her apologetically bowing to Qian Ge.

  Though he didn’t know what happened, he was afraid she was being bullied. He got up and left the scene with a quick explanation to Han Zhifan: “I’m stepping out for a bit.” He didn’t even bother grabbing his blazer and he took his car keys from Chen Bai then rushed over to Beiyang Hall.

  The Golden Lounge was some distance from Beiyang Hall. He was so worried about her that he watched the live coverage on his entire journey over there.

  When he saw her fall to the ground, all he could do was step violently on the gas.