Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 60: You Are Not Worthy

"Sister-in-law, Commander, I can’t take it anymore. I need to go wash up... Blech..."

He complained, clamping a hand over his mouth to suppress his nausea.

"Go ahead."

Fei Jin replied calmly.

Xiao Yang had been up late.

’He’s still just a kid, after all,’ Fei Jin thought. ’He deserves a break.’

Fei Jin’s gaze fell on Wen Xiuxiu, who was on the floor.

His eyes held both disgust and revulsion.

He remembered when Wen Xiuxiu first arrived, she would help out at his uncle’s home, cooking and cleaning in an orderly fashion.

Back then, Wen Xiuxiu would smile at everyone she met, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth.

Everyone praised her for being a quick worker, kind-hearted, and tidy.

’How did it come to this?’

’How did she become this wretched thing, neither human nor ghost?’

"Qingya, are you sure you want to talk to her?"

Fei Jin turned his head, looking at Song Qingya with concern.

’To him, Wen Xiuxiu was like an emotionally unstable bomb.’

"Don’t worry. You stand guard outside the door. She won’t hurt me."

Fei Jin nodded lightly.

"Then I’ll wait for you at the door. If Wen Xiuxiu tries anything, just call for me."

"Okay, go on now."

Song Qingya gave him a light push.

"Guard the door for me. Don’t come in without my permission."

Her eyes were dead serious.

"Alright."

Fei Jin turned and left the room.

The way the two of them interacted left an even more bitter taste in Wen Xiuxiu’s mouth.

’She felt completely ignored.’

"Brother Fei, how can you be so good to her... I don’t understand. What part of me is worse than Song Qingya?"

Wen Xiuxiu asked, her voice cracking with indignation.

But Fei Jin didn’t even spare her a glance, saying coldly, "You’re not worthy of being compared to Qingya."

Hearing this, Wen Xiuxiu collapsed to the floor, completely devastated.

In that moment, all her pride vanished into thin air.

She felt the whole world spinning around her.

After a long while, she looked up and saw that only Song Qingya was left in the room.

Even in a situation like this, she was still so radiant.

The sight stung Wen Xiuxiu’s heart once more.

"It’s you! It really is you! You’re that Song Qingya!"

Anyone else hearing this would have thought she’d lost her mind and was speaking nonsense.

But those words happened to confirm Song Qingya’s earlier suspicions.

A feeling that was both familiar and strange suddenly washed over her.

Song Qingya bent down slightly, leaning forward a little.

The pair of pristine white leather shoes she was wearing came into Wen Xiuxiu’s line of sight.

Song Qingya said with a smile—

"You’re not so stupid after all. At least you know you found the right person, Wen Wei. That’s right, I am Song Qingya."

"No, that’s impossible!"

"And why is it impossible?"

Song Qingya asked, still calm.

"In the original script, the male lead’s ex-wife was named Song Ya. If you hadn’t made the screenwriter change her name to Song Qingya back then, none of this would be happening now. But look, here I am. I’ve really appeared. You should be happy, Wen Wei!"

"I’ll kill you—"

Wen Wei’s eyes instantly became bloodshot.

But she had forgotten that her own body was bound by thick, heavy ropes.

So, when she tried to get up, she fell heavily, landing flat on her back.

This scene was all too familiar to Wen Wei.

In the past, whenever she tried to plot against Song Qingya, her plans would always backfire spectacularly.

And in that instant, Wen Xiuxiu finally realized why Fei Jin had suddenly become unwilling to get a divorce.

’In this story, who would willingly give up such a good man?’

"But I’m Wen Xiuxiu! I’m supposed to be the protagonist of this story! It was you, Song Qingya, who stole everything that should have been mine! You’re the one who should be punished!"

Wen Wei became utterly frantic.

She screamed hysterically, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

The more she acted this way, the more she exposed the fear in her heart.

Outside, Fei Jin knocked on the door.

"Qingya, has she gone crazy? Should I come in?"

"She has, but it’s not a problem."

Song Qingya gently toyed with the long hair over her shoulder, glancing at the still-out-of-control Wen Wei.

"As it happens, dealing with lunatics is my specialty."

Her words were tinged with a hint of disdain.

Song Qingya’s expression suddenly turned serious, the earlier nonchalance gone from her face.

It was replaced by a calm that was chilling to the bone.

"Wen Wei, are you even worthy of the name Wen Xiuxiu? Ask yourself, in what way do you deserve that identity?"

Hearing this, Wen Wei nearly jumped to her feet.

"Shut up! I was a famous actress, of course I’m worthy! Wen Xiuxiu was just some country girl. It was her good fortune that I took over her body!"

Seeing Wen Wei still so hopelessly delusional, Song Qingya completely lost her patience.

’You can reason with people who understand logic.’

’But for someone who doesn’t appreciate what they’ve been given, further explanation is pointless.’

"I recall that before you were kicked out last time, you were living in the pigsty, right? Your old friends are still there. Care to go see them?"

As she spoke, she untied the rope around Wen Wei’s ankles.

The evidence was irrefutable; she’d been caught in the act.

How could Wen Wei possibly argue her way out of this?

After being tied up all day, Wen Wei’s feet were unbearably sore.

The moment she tried to walk, she nearly stumbled and fell to the ground.

She looked utterly pathetic.

"Why are you telling me to go see the pigsty? That place stinks to high heaven and it’s filthy. I’m not going."

In the dark of night, everything was pitch-black. Only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance broke the profound silence.

But in the dark pigsty not far away, a tightly bound figure was struggling desperately.

"Doesn’t he look familiar?"

Song Qingya slowly approached, a flashlight in her hand.

She gently pressed the switch, and a blinding beam of light instantly illuminated the entire pigsty, shining directly on the person’s face.

Sun Yaoguang, suddenly hit by the intense light, couldn’t open his eyes, his face contorting in pain.

When Sun Yaoguang saw Wen Wei, his expression immediately became extremely agitated.

But his mouth was sealed shut with tape, so he could only make angry, muffled grunts.

’This was all that woman’s fault!’

’If she hadn’t kept insisting that Song Qingya was physically weak, he wouldn’t have acted so impulsively and rushed in without even preparing the drugs properly.’

At this moment, Sun Yaoguang was filled with more regret than he could bear!

’Even though he thought about women all day, he only ever dared to fantasize in secret!’

’If Wen Xiuxiu hadn’t constantly egged him on, telling him that it was sure to succeed, he would never have dared to try anything with *her*.’

’And now look where it had gotten him. He’d probably spend the rest of his life in prison.’

Sun Yaoguang had never in his life met such a formidable woman.

Just thinking of Song Qingya’s cold face made his teeth chatter and his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

He was terrified.

What was worse, his arm was broken.

And after spending a whole day in this stuffy, stinking place filled with the stench of pig manure, he hadn’t even gotten a single bite of pig feed.