QT: Against My Will

307 5.51 – Breaking Down – The Sleepless Elite’s wife

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Merry Christmas!

I wish your holidays to be filled with joy, and may all your deepest wishes come true.

I would like to thank you all for your loyal support until now, and I’m looking forward to having you accompany me through this journey in the upcoming year too! ??

-Chubby Liv

Edited by Psycho S.

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Despite her aptitude in music and singing, none of Bing Shi’s songs became a hit. As lame as it sounded, if she wasn’t sticking to popular people (like Li Jie) and forcing herself out there, she would still be an unknown artist like many other talented individuals.

Honestly, even if she spent her free time on honing her skill, she still wouldn’t be the creme of the crop. There was just too big of a competition, not to mention that she wasn’t passionate about this particular thing. At least other artists were enthusiastic about their craft...

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She, on the other hand, would rather play around with her pole than do this.

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The blue surface of the river’s water sang to the beaming moon; with their melody, the winds rustled through tree leaves as an accompanying tune to the liquid-song. Bing Shi floated in the water, unconscious. She successfully ran away from the hitman during a thrilling scene of ‘I-run-and-you-chase’ by jumping off a bridge.

“CUT!” The director yelled into the megaphone. His loud voice pierced through nature’s natural beauty, breaking the scene of grandeur. He ran on one side of the bridge and searched for her body in the darkness. The only light source available that could reach the river’s surface was the moon’s light, “Hurry and check if she’s alive!!!”

“I’m OK!” Opening her eyes, Bing Shi quickly swam towards the shore. She walked over to the gathered crew and accepted a towel -that she draped over her shoulders after drying her hair- and a cup of piping hot tea from her manager, “Ah, thank you.”

“I thought you were joking! You really jumped off a bridge instead of trying to ask a car for help?!” The director continued to yell into the megaphone, “Why don’t you change your career and become a stunt double instead?! Or better yet, you go be a director! You’re fired!”

“And I thought you agreed to me jumping off the bridge...” Bing Shi listened to the director’s bashing. Despite giving it her all, trying to make the best movie, she had been flamed for her inferior skills. That was not how a usual hitman would act. Asking someone for help was what the psychopathic killer would expect her to do. Why else would he be chasing her like a snail as if he had all the time in the world?

“You! Stop getting into a hitman’s head but Lisha’s, an average high schooler!” The director replayed the scene, sighing in relief that every detail was recorded. He ordered her to work on her weak points, and her answer was to compensate for her lacking skills with those dangerous stunts.

He knew she worked twice as hard, but sometimes hard work wasn’t enough. She was thinking too much in her acting; she was thinking like an adult and not like the high schooler that Lisha was supposed to be.

Bing Shi was so used to being the one in charge, in power, to low-key making people follow her orders that she didn’t realize how disrespectful it might have looked on the outside. She was in a managing position for how many lifetimes? Three, four, or more? But these people didn’t know that.

To them, she was only a small actor with skills that weren’t too impressive besides the stunts she did. Bing Shi sipped on her tea silently. It seemed that she wasn’t only thinking through Lisha’s perspective. She was also thinking as part of the audience; she was trying to think about what type of character would be better and what would make the movie sell out faster...

It became a part of her nature, finding various solutions to different situations, “I’m sorry, I thought I got the grasp of Lisha’s character.”

“We have no time for retakes!” The director, done with pointing out all of her mistakes, picked up the phone call and walked away, “The investors will visit us in four days! Until then, we have to catch up with all the scenes!”

“Yes!” As soon as the director left, Bing Shi sent the cameraman a big thumbs up, “The director seems satisfied.”

“WHERE DO YOU SEE HIM BEING SATISFIED?!?” Everyone had been moody and exhausted from catching up with Lisha’s scenes (Bing Shi’s role). Packing up the scene, they worked from morning till night.

Lisha almost killed herself to avoid certain death. It was unnecessary but it made them perceive Lisha’s character in a new light. After all, she was an average high schooler on the outside with rare genes on the inside.

“Silika,” a middle-aged man walked alongside Bing Shi towards the van to get changed, “You’ve got a photoshoot audition for a small jewelry company next.”

“What company has their auditions at eleven PM? Who wants my death?” Bing Shi glanced at the shorter man. It sure was easier to get a role with a manager as only agents and licensed managers had access to Breakdowns(1).

“Mr. Fray wanted to discuss some important business with you... over dinner.” The manager tried out the waters with his new client, “It’s a great opportunity. You’re in need of money, right?”

“What I need...” Bing Shi paused in her sentence to yawn in her palm, “Is a hot bath, and a warm bed.” Finished, she stepped inside the van and left her gaping manager to stare at the locked door.

Once stepping inside the van, she changed her clothes. She sniffed at her wet hair, “Did I carry over the courtesan stigma or something?”

None of the Tianshies and Lyras was proud of what they did for a living. No matter how much they went beyond their occupation, it still felt humiliating and suppressing. They would forever be looked upon as prostitutes.

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After four days...

“Don’t you trust your wife too much?” Quin Yu spoke to the man next to him. Why did he feel as if he became someone’s personal taxi?

“Watch your mouth,” Lu Kai warned Quin Yu. He stared at the ceiling of the luxurious sedan absentmindedly. He was in no mood to answer anyone’s question. His wife forbade him from visiting the stage with his baby and gave him a challenging task. He could only reveal their relationship to the world as long as he didn’t make her look like a gold digger.

Ren Han’s face would come in handy during situations like these. Because he would catch too much attention as Lu Kai alone, he thought of tagging along with Quin Yu for a while. (Qin Yu was one of his wife’s movie sponsors.)

“Someone dug out your wife’s past, and it’s not the cleanest. Her ex-boyfriend sold some videotapes and nudes to Mo Luwei...” Quin Yu’s sentence was cut off when he felt a muzzle, cold and unforgiving, being pressed against his temple.

Quin Yu lifted his eyebrow after glancing at the other man with derision; though he tried to mind his business, he had ears and eyes everywhere. He thought he could warn Lu Kai about his wife, but it seemed like that wasn’t appreciated...

“I was indeed her ex-boyfriend, but that’s already in the past,” also, his wife preferred to show off her pretty costumes. Not a single photo of Bing Shi, nude, existed.

Lu Kai held the gun with a silencer while continuing to stare at the ceiling, lost in thoughts, using Ru Quan’s aura and Ziek’s skills to his advantage while he and Xuan Mu tried to come up with a plan. He didn’t give a damn about the original Silika Lin’s life. Not able to choose her body, it could’ve ended worse. Was the HQ testing them? To see if he would erase everyone’s memory to clear her reputation?

Fearlessly, Quin Yu observed the absent-minded Lu Kai. Quin Yu was careless in the face of death; this lack of fear was especially apparent when he didn’t even flinch when his cheek was grazed by Lu Kai’s bullet. On the contrary, he seemed just an inch impressed that Lu Kai had the gall to shoot inside of the car. Quin Yu looked away from Lu Kai, bored of looking at the man’s face and instead, observed the small crack created by the bullet while ignoring the loud ringing in his ears (from the shot).

Hm, it seemed that the bulletproof windows were, indeed, bulletproof. The advertisements rang true.

Keeping that in mind, Quin Yu thought about Lu Kai and his wife. Was Lu Kai acting stupid, and was trying to deny the truth of Silika Lin’s... ways before their relationship? The rumours about Silika Lin didn’t do the woman he saw any justice; it was as if they were two different people. Could a person change so much from then and now? Perhaps, but he was a bit dubious to believe it. Maybe she changed like Lu Kai.

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