บท 2: Chapter 2 The Lady Tore Up the Marriage Certificate
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The entire night's frenzy and indulgence left Yan Luoxi waking up once more, completely losing sense of direction.
Her body ached unbearably, as if someone had dismantled her skeleton and reassembled it, making the slightest movement of her fingertips exhausting.
The ringtone of her cellphone blared in her ear; she reached for it and answered with a feeble voice, "Hello?"
"Miss Yan, don't tell me you're still sleeping. I reminded you a thousand times about the ten o'clock audition for 'Empress Wu' this morning. Are you really going to stand them up? Do you even want to continue in the entertainment industry?" Her agent's voice was so loud it could almost lift the roof off, even through the phone waves.
Yan Luoxi bolted upright in bed, feeling a tearing pain in her lower half that made her fall back involuntarily, "What time is it now?"
"It's three in the afternoon, my lady. I fought tooth and nail to get you this opportunity. The production team waited for you for a full hour, and you didn't answer your phone, what were you thinking?" Her agent fumed, hands on hips.
Yan Luoxi touched her forehead. 'Empress Wu' was a major annual historical drama directed by the famous Chen Ge. The role she was supposed to audition for was the second female lead, a chance her agent had begged and pleaded for her to get.
If she had succeeded in the audition, she could've shot to fame with this likable second female lead. Instead, she messed everything up with alcohol.
Now she couldn't even dream about shooting to fame, let alone being put on ice for making the entire production team wait for just her.
"I'm sorry, Agent Lin, I..." She hadn't finished speaking when Agent Lin cut her off.
"Don't tell me you're sorry. Do you know who got the role of the second female lead? Lai Zhiyuan, it was your fiancé who personally made the call to cast her." Agent Lin's anger escalated, "I'm saying, Luoxi, what exactly is the issue between you and Mr. Lu?"
Yan Luoxi found it hard to explain. After soothing her agent, who was on the brink of exploding, she hung up the phone and looked blankly at the ceiling.
What could possibly be wrong between her and Lu Zhaoran? It was just the appearance of a mistress named Li.
Yan Luoxi let out a bitter laugh, sitting up on the bed as the blanket slid off, exposing her to a chill.
Lowering her gaze, her face suddenly turned pale. Who had she been with last night?
No matter how much she tried to remember, she couldn't recall what the person looked like—she had blackouts from drinking.
She threw off the covers and got out of bed, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a hint of red on the nightstand. She looked closely and saw a neatly folded chiffon dress with a big red marriage certificate on top.
Yan Luoxi narrowed her eyes, picked up the marriage certificate, and opened it. In the two-inch photo, she was smiling like an idiot, as if she had stumbled upon a gold and silver mine.
The man beside her, with a face full of green stubble, had an arrogant and domineering presence, impossible to ignore even in the photograph.
As if peering through the photo, the man's piercing gaze stared back at her, as if he could see right through people, giving her an involuntary shudder.
She rubbed her arms, her skin bumpy with gooseflesh, muttering, "Who still does photo PS pranks these days? That's so outdated. They think such trivial tricks can fool me, as if I were born yesterday. However, this name Li Yeqi does sound familiar."
Yan Luoxi glanced at the man in the photo, dismissing it as some sort of prank, not taking it seriously.
With a "rip," she tore the marriage certificate to pieces and threw it in the trash can, then grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.
As the shower poured over her, Yan Luoxi closed her eyes, trying to ignore the wantonness of the previous night, but certain fiery images kept reminding her of the fact that she had transformed from a girl to a woman.
A pang hit her heart, but she felt not an ounce of regret.
Lu Zhaoran, we're even now!
Yan Luoxi put on her clothes, walked out of the bathroom, put on sunglasses, and walked out of the suite in awkward high heels.
Leaving the hotel, she took several turns and found the most secluded drugstore to purchase a box of contraceptives. She took two pills, swallowed them with water, and tossed the rest of the pills and the bottle into the trash.
She walked a few steps forward then suddenly stopped, looking back at the empty street, puzzled. Why did she feel like she was being watched?
After she left, a domineering and aggressive off-road vehicle slowly emerged from a junction behind her.
In the back seat sat a man in a crisp suit, watching the fading figure with a detached expression.
Adjutant Zhou Bei received a call. He glanced nervously at the man, "Seventh Master, the hotel just called. The madam has torn up the marriage certificate..."
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