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The pain made Jiang Ya somewhat alert. He held his head and gritted his teeth as he looked up, only to find that it was that old man Uncle Liang. He had already pushed through the crowd swaying to the loud music, and stepped out of the door. It seemed that no one around had noticed that Jiang Ya had been hit on the head.
Blood flowed down Jiang Ya's head, blurring his vision. He cursed as he staggered out of the bar's entrance, intending to call a cab. But his body suddenly went limp, and the neon lights around him spun. As he felt his consciousness slipping away, he seemed to see He Chunli rushing over in a panic...
7
The disinfectant in the hospital has a strong smell. Jiang Ya is playing with her phone on the hospital bed, seemingly flirting with other women. He Chunli is sitting next to her, peeling an apple.
This is when Assistant Jiang Ya walked in, nodded at Jiang Ya, and said, "Uncle Liang has been captured."
Jiang Ya smiled coldly and said, "Good, make sure to play that old man to death! By the way, help me with the discharge procedures!"
He Chunli paused in the act of peeling the apple and looked up at Jiang Ya with a somewhat uncomfortable feeling in her heart. This man seemed to have completely changed.
In the evening, He Chunli and Jiang Ya returned home. The two of them had moved from a rental house to a riverside villa. However, Jiang Ya seemed unfamiliar with this home, as he only stayed here a few times a year.
The evening breeze brought a hint of warmth, making Jiang Ya feel quite content. He went into the kitchen, took out a bottle of red wine, and opened it. After a few glasses, he started feeling a bit feverish. He smiled as he watched He Chunli cooking in the kitchen, suddenly realizing that it had been a long time since he had touched this woman.
Jiang Ya slowly walked over and suddenly embraced He Chunli from behind, taking a deep whiff of her hair. He Chunli let out a startled cry, then was carried by Jiang Ya to the sofa.
Jiang Ya's heart was pounding, breathing was rapid. Suddenly, she lifted He Chunli's skirt, revealing her legs like white jade. Jiang Ya was extremely agitated, growling like a wild beast. She grabbed He Chunli's ankle, but the suppressed He Chunli quickly realized something was wrong. This was anger.
Before she could think, Jiang Ya then used her hand to tightly grip He Chunli's neck. He Chunli turned red, kicked a few times, but Jiang Ya remained unmoved, looking increasingly ferocious, cursing, "You despicable woman!"
"You're crazy!" He Chunli cried out, struggling as he reached for the bottle of red wine and smashed it onto his head. The wine spilled all over his face, and with the sudden pain, Jiang Ya finally came to his senses, looking at He Chunli with a bewildered gasp.
"What's going on?" Jiang Ya looked at his hands, taking more than ten minutes to calm his breathing.
"You... What's wrong with you?" He Chunli looked at Jiang Ya in horror, shrinking to the edge of the sofa.
Jiang Ya trembling, stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag, muttering to himself, "I... I probably know why. It must be that Script implanting machine. The recent script, the character I played, his woman cheated on him. There's a scene where he strangles that woman on the sofa."
"What does 'Script implanting machine' mean?"
"Never mind, you wouldn't understand." Jiang Ya became irritated, hurriedly extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, got up and went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed some cold water on her face.
Jiang Ya looked at his face in the mirror, with water droplets mixed with blood slowly flowing down. He realized that indeed this Script implanting machine had side effects. The more it was used, the deeper he would be trapped in the character's personality, and his mind would become inexplicably confused, mixed with the experiences of that character. At this rate, damn it, he might end up with a split personality.
But without this thing, the image of a powerful actor cannot be shattered. Well, he decided to finish this film first, then take a good break and rest for a while. Jiang Ya took a deep breath, wiped the water marks off his face with a towel, and threw it aside.
The next day, when Jiang Ya drove to the set, she was already feeling very unwell. The lighting technician had adjusted the brightness on set, but Jiang Ya felt dizzy and couldn't get into character despite several NG takes. In the end, she had to rely on the Script implanting machine to perform the scene well.
"Damn, I need to see a psychologist," Jiang Ya thought as she lay on the recliner to rest.
At this moment, a pair of woman's white legs swayed in front of Jiang Ya. He looked up and saw a charming woman with curly hair and a red dress, probably around thirty years old, with very fair skin. She bent down to pick up a script, and Jiang Ya happened to see the glimpse of white in front of her chest, which appeared particularly eye-catching under the wrap of the red dress.
For some reason, he had played with many women, but at this moment, he was fascinated by this small glimpse. There was always an indescribable charm. He knew in his heart that a new prey had appeared.
The woman picked up the script, tucked her long hair behind her ears, sat down in the seat opposite, and began flipping through the script. She crossed her legs, kicked off her high heels halfway, revealing her fair ankles. Jiang Ya stared at her from the opposite side.
"Hello, are you the supporting actress in this play?" Jiang Ya saw the name of the script and walked over.
The woman looked up and smiled at him, "Yes, you are Jiang Ya."
"Do you know me?"
The woman laughed and said, "Someone like you, who doesn't know you."
Jiang Ya also laughed and said, "You speak quite humorously. Are you available to have dinner together tonight?"
"It seems that astrology is quite accurate."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Ya was stunned for a moment.
"I read my horoscope yesterday, it said my Prince Charming would appear today and we would have dinner together. Could it be you?"
Jiang Ya gave a thumbs up and laughed, "What's your name?"
"Song Qing."
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