Chapter 1815: Chapter 1815: Rising Star (17)

Chuzheng has a vague impression of this photo.

It should be the time Liu Chunhua sent her to Dunhuang Clubhouse when she met Gu Yu at last.

This man escorted them out, Gu Yu was behind, she was in front, and it just happened that she and this man were photographed...

The origin of the photo is unclear now, everyone is passing it around, and everyone in the theater group knows about it.

So as soon as Chuzheng arrived, she was met with everyone’s attention.

While Chuzheng was talking to a girl, Nian Yue came in from outside carrying a thermos. She glanced at Chuzheng, her face expressionless, but the hint of pride in her eyes was undeniable.

Chuzheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Nian Yue was also there that day, in the theater group, and she’s one of the ones who doesn’t get along with her.

As for Fu Xingchen...from the information she has gathered, Fu Xingchen wouldn’t do something like this for the time being due to her status.

Nian Yue quickly lowered her head and entered Fu Xingchen’s dressing room from the other side.

"Miss Qin, what should we do about this?" The girl was still anxious.

Chuzheng’s eyes flicked around, motioned for the girl to come closer, whispered a few words in her ear, and the girl gave her an odd look, leaving after a moment with an expression that said, ’I don’t understand the thoughts of rich people.’

In just one morning, no one talked about the photo anymore.

Nian Yue went through all the groups related to the theater group that she joined, and no one mentioned the matter again, and those records were pushed way up high and couldn’t be found.

What is going on?

Nian Yue felt a bit restless, holding her phone, uneasy.

"Nian Yue?"

"Nian Yue??"

Fu Xingchen called her several times before Nian Yue snapped out of it.

"Xing Chen?"

"What are you thinking about, calling you for a while and you don’t respond." Fu Xingchen looked at her puzzledly, then asked worriedly, "Are you not feeling well?"

"No... nothing." Nian Yue quickly shook her head, changing the topic, "It’s about to shoot, let’s get changed first."

"Nian Yue, I’m already changed."

Nian Yue looked at Fu Xingchen and saw that indeed, she had changed clothes and even finished her makeup.

Nian Yue stood there stiffly, not knowing what to say.

Fu Xingchen frowned: "Are you really okay?"

Nian Yue wanted to say she was fine, but after thinking about it, she changed her words, "A bit dizzy, nothing serious."

Fu Xingchen became worried: "Do you need to go to the hospital? The weather has been cold recently, and you’ve been running in and out; did you catch a cold?"

"No... nothing, Xing Chen, go to the shoot, don’t keep the director waiting. I’ll just rest here for a bit."

Fu Xingchen wasn’t reassured: "You really don’t need to go to the hospital?"

"No need."

Nian Yue refused to go to the hospital, urging Fu Xingchen to hurry to the shoot. Just then, someone called him, saying it was starting soon. Fu Xingchen had no choice but to instruct her a couple of times to rest well.

Fu Xingchen went to the shoot, and Nian Yue stayed in the dressing room, constantly checking the groups on her phone.

In the small group, there were chats, but no one mentioned the photo incident anymore.

Nian Yue pursed her lips, her fingers tapped the phone screen, a line of text appearing in the input box.

Knock knock——

Nian Yue was startled by the knocking, hastily deleted the line of text, and went to open the door.

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During the lunch break, most of the theater group staff were resting. Nian Yue avoided people and walked alone to the currently empty props room.

The props room was pitch-black and cluttered; Nian Yue turned on the light and looked inside, "Xing Chen?"

Earlier, someone had knocked on the door and given her a note saying that Fu Xingchen wanted her to come here during the lunch break.

Although Nian Yue thought it was strange, she didn’t suspect much, just thinking that Fu Xingchen had something to say, not convenient in a crowd, or perhaps...

Nian Yue’s cheeks slightly flushed with heat. Collecting herself, she continued to look inside, "Xing Chen, are you there?"

The props room was so quiet it made one feel uneasy. Nian Yue called several times, but no one answered. Nian Yue felt uneasy, turned around, and wanted to leave, but just as she reached the door, it was suddenly pushed open by someone.

Nian Yue’s vision was invaded by a person, but it wasn’t the one she expected; rather, it was...

"Chuzheng? Why... why are you here?" Nian Yue unconsciously stepped back, her expression extremely complex.

Chuzheng entered from outside, casually closing the door. Nian Yue watched her actions, her hanging hand gripping her hem tightly, the uneasiness in her heart growing stronger.

What...

is she planning?

This is the theater group!!

Thinking of this, Nian Yue’s heart calmed a little.

Chuzheng closed the door and leisurely said two words, "You guess."

Nian Yue frowned, not speaking. After the previous incident, she couldn’t pretend nothing happened and get close to her.

Nian Yue had a sudden thought, "Did you have me come here?"

Fu Xingchen had her phone number, if he really had something, why use a note?

She had her doubts before, but since it’s Fu Xingchen, she was afraid it really was from him and she’d miss it, so she came.

Chuzheng neither affirmed nor denied, and Nian Yue assumed she agreed.

"Why did you trick me to come here?"

"What you’ve done, aren’t you aware in your heart?" Chuzheng’s tone was slightly cold; her eyes were icy. The temperature of the entire space seemed to drop several degrees.

A chill ran up Nian Yue’s spine, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, gradually rolling down her cheeks. She bit her slightly trembling lips forcefully.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying, I have things to do so I’ll be going." Nian Yue avoided Chuzheng’s gaze and walked out.

Chuzheng’s lashes fluttered slightly, and just as Nian Yue was about to touch the door handle, she suddenly reached out and flipped her into the nearby props.

Nian Yue fell into them, her mind gone blank for a moment, completely dazed.

"What...what are you doing!" Nian Yue supported herself on props to sit up, shouting angrily at Chuzheng.

However, the girl standing in front of her didn’t respond a single word. The surrounding light was unstable, and the piled-up props resembled some terrifying creature, making one’s scalp tingle.

Nian Yue swallowed, "D-don’t do anything rash, this is the theater group, someone will be here soon!!"

Nian Yue’s response was a black cloth thrown over her head. Her sight darkened, and her heart raced with panic. Instinctively, she tried to pull the cloth away.

But before she could pull off the cloth, pain shot through her body, and more fists came down, causing Nian Yue to scream in pain.

"Qin Chuzheng you lunatic..."

"Let me go!!"

"Help, murder!! Help..."

Nian Yue shouted herself hoarse, but no one came to save her. Finally, unable to shout anymore, she lay sprawled like a dead dog among the props.

The black cloth covering her was pulled away, and Nian Yue, in her blurred vision, saw the girl standing in front of her.

An icy, indifferent gaze, like ice blades, swept over her, causing layers of chills to rise.

The girl slowly squatted down to her level, "Did you take the photo?"

"What...what photo?"

Chuzheng’s eyes narrowed fiercely, and Nian Yue’s pupils shrank in fear as she cried out, hugging her head, "It was...it was me, it was me, don’t hit anymore..."