97: Skin Thirst Actor 7

"Didn't we agree you'd wait in the car?" Shen Ji's voice was incredibly gentle. He reached out and brushed away the stray hairs from the girl's forehead. "It's too sunny out here."

The girl pouted and wrinkled her nose coquettishly: "I wanted to stay with you." Her slender fingers played with Shen Ji's tie, a intimate gesture that made everyone on set gasp.

Lin Wan felt a wave of dizziness.

In her previous life, she had merely accidentally touched Shen Ji's tie clip and he had warned her, "Don't touch my things."

But now, he actually indulged a girl to touch him so casually?

How, how could this be possible?!

"Wen Miss, your iced latte." The production assistant obsequiously handed over the drink.

Only then did Lin Wan notice that the entire set had fallen silent at some point, everyone looking at the girl with awe.

"Thank you." The girl took the coffee, took a sip, and then scrunched up her face. "So bitter..."

Shen Ji chuckled softly, and taking the cup from her hand, he took a sip. "You're the one who insisted on trying it."

This indirect kiss struck Lin Wan like a bolt of lightning. Shen Ji had severe mysophobia and never shared utensils with anyone.

But now...

Lin Wan's nails dug deep into her palms. She stared intently at the girl, jealousy gnawing at her heart like a venomous snake: Why? Why could this girl get everything she hadn't gotten in her previous life?

"She must have used some despicable means," Lin Wan thought maliciously.

Perhaps in private, she was worse than anything, which allowed a madman like Shen Ji to see her in a different light.

She suddenly wanted to see how this seemingly beautiful woman, who was actually surely rotten to the core, would struggle in a cage when Shen Ji's pathological possessiveness flared up.

Shen Ji put his arm around Wen Ci and turned to walk towards the shade.

Watching their retreating figures, Lin Wan's lips twisted into a grotesque smile.

Let her wait... Soon this naive woman would learn that Shen Ji's gentleness was more terrifying than his cruelty.

When that girl's phone was tapped, her whereabouts controlled, and she could only face the cold villa and cold black card every day, with her freedom restricted, she would surely cry terribly and uglily.

"At that time, I'll smile as I watch you break down," Lin Wan whispered to the air.

She had no intention of warning that woman in advance about how crazy Shen Ji was. She bent down, picked up the dirty mineral water bottle on the ground, and tightened the cap fiercely.

In this life, she would never repeat the same mistakes, but watching others fall into her former hell unexpectedly gave her a twisted sense of pleasure.

Especially such a beautiful woman.

*

Evening.

Lin Wan returned to the hotel and opened her contacts, scrolling to "Xu Jia."

This high school classmate was always gentle and soft in her memory. Although they contacted less after university, she always lent money when asked.

"Hello, Jia Jia? It's me." Lin Wan adjusted her tone to a cheerful one. "Are you free tomorrow? I'll treat you to afternoon tea."

There was a two-second hesitation on the other end of the phone: "...Wan Wan? Why suddenly..."

"I have some super juicy gossip to tell you!" Lin Wan stared at her nails. "I ran into Zhou Zhuo, the class heartthrob who always wrote you love letters in high school."

Xu Jia's voice was clearly tense: "You... got in touch?"

"More than just in touch." Lin Wan bit her lip and smiled. "We slept together."

The sound of a glass clinking came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Wan could imagine Xu Jia's surprised expression, which gave her a twisted sense of pleasure.

In high school, Xu Jia always acted aloof, even rejecting a boy like Zhou Zhuo when he confessed.

"He's so handsome now, even better built than in high school."

"And do you know? The first thing he said when he saw me was that he actually liked me in high school..."

"Wan Wan," Xu Jia suddenly interrupted her. "I heard Zhou Zhuo is doing... some not-so-proper work now."

Lin Wan's laughter abruptly stopped.

Of course, she knew Zhou Zhuo was working as a male escort at a club, but she hadn't expected Xu Jia to know. At this moment, Xu Jia's words were like a needle pricking her inflated vanity.

"Are you jealous?" Lin Wan's voice suddenly became sharp. "Because he likes me now?"

"No, I just..."

"Oh, by the way, Jia Jia," Lin Wan quickly changed the subject and adjusted her tone. "Could you lend me some money? I recently took on a big production, and the pay won't be settled until filming wraps."

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, so long that Lin Wan thought the signal had been lost.

Finally, Xu Jia softly said, "How much?"

After hanging up, Lin Wan threw herself onto the yellowed bedsheets.

Her phone's photo album contained pictures of Zhou Zhuo from high school.

In high school, she had a crush on Zhou Zhuo for three years, but could only watch him write love letters to Xu Jia.

Now, this once unattainable male god would be obedient to her as long as she paid.

"At least I have you now," she murmured to the photo.

Her phone dinged.

She opened the two-thousand-yuan red packet Xu Jia had just transferred, with the message "Take care of yourself."

"Hypocrite." Lin Wan sneered, but her fingers quickly collected the money. She messaged Zhou Zhuo: "Can we meet tomorrow night?"

He replied instantly: "First the deposit, baby ~"

Lin Wan was a little angry, not expecting her impression of the male god to have become so materialistic.

The other side quickly sent a series of messages.

It was Zhou Zhuo's pitiful and vulnerable confession, just like last night, saying he was also very tired from work recently.

Lin Wan's recently risen discomfort dissipated. Sure enough, Zhou Zhuo still cared about her, otherwise, he wouldn't have voluntarily confessed these feelings to her.

She felt much better, and at the same time, a wave of heartache surged within her.

Zhou Zhuo certainly didn't want to go down this path himself; he was forced into it and must be in pain every day. What reason did she have to blame him?

If anyone was to blame, it should be this world.

So, Lin Wan ultimately sent one-fifth of the money she had just borrowed, intending to carefully spend over a month, as a deposit.

Only through Zhou Zhuo could she smell the scent of freedom.

That was the freedom she wanted.

She wanted to get all the people she could never get before.