Click.
Zhou Yuhe reached out and turned off the gas in the kitchen, then turned around and went to the living room.
The luxuriously decorated living room was scattered with firecrackers and confetti. Bottles and cans were piled up all over the floor. It was a mess. He went to the chair in the corner of the living room, where there were wet curtains piled up. There was a burning candle in the middle of the curtains. Zhou Yuhe bent down, took it out, and threw it into the pile of curtains.
He turned on the timer in advance.
The flame was like a dragon that quickly rushed to the alcohol-stained curtains. In an instant, the sky was filled with flames.
Zhou Yuhe straightened up and saw himself in an antique mirror directly above the chair. He was cold and ruthless, but also seemed to be full of ferocity.
This ferocious expression was not an expression he made, but a shallow burn mark that had been attached to his face for fifteen years.
The flames grew bigger and bigger, and the rising heat filled the entire mirror. In a blur, he seemed to see a perfect face in the mirror.
A delicate and peerless face was an indispensable weapon for every young person who wanted to enter the entertainment industry. The young Zhou Yuhe was especially blessed in this aspect. God had given him a gift, allowing him to quickly become a first-tier actor in China in just six years after his debut. His Weibo fans had exceeded 60 million, and the number of reposts and comments had set the Guinness World Record. He was worthy of being called the king of traffic.
And all of this stopped with a fire 15 years ago.
After that, Zhou Yuhe realized what was called ups and downs. Endorsements were withdrawn, actors were replaced in TV dramas, and the company was deeply involved in scandals but did nothing … In the entertainment industry, a face could never determine your success, but it could definitely ensure your failure.
Zhou Yuhe spent two years at a loss, despair, and self-abandonment to pick himself up again. He spent the remaining 13 years concentrating on acting.
But how could it be so easy to make a comeback? He endured the heart-wrenching pain when his muscles were stretched and the unbearable itch when his skin was molted. Not only did he finish the movie that almost destroyed him back then, he also took on many vicious villains who showed off their acting skills. He even played the supporting role of a popular young actor in a remake of a drama in which he was once the male lead. In exchange, the screen was filled with malicious comments and hostility. "Why don't you die if you're so ugly?"
After 13 years, he finally improved. Last month, he had even been nominated for Best Actor.
Everything would come to an end today.
Suddenly, a faint moan came from the other side of the living room through the crackling of the flames.
Zhou Yuhe came back to his senses and turned to look at the tall man who had fallen to the ground with his hands tied behind his back.
Ji Chen, the helmsman of I.S. Entertainment, was the king of entertainment who could shake half of the entertainment industry with a stomp of his feet. He was in his forties, but he didn't look like a middle-aged man. He looked up, and his god-like handsome face was the same as when they first met more than 10 years ago.
At that time, they were lovers who were stronger than gold. Although there was a huge difference in status, it couldn't stop the heir from loving a small celebrity. Although the two of them had experienced a lot of hardships, they had survived. Unfortunately, a fire had destroyed everything that Zhou Yuhe thought would never be destroyed, including love.
Zhou Yuhe walked forward and met Ji Chen's eyes.
Logically speaking, as the host of tonight's birthday party, it was definitely strange that he had suddenly fainted and was tied up in the living room. However, although Ji Chen looked surprised, he didn't seem confused at all. He just stared coldly at the man in front of him.
Of course, Ji Chen wouldn't be confused. According to his original plan, Zhou Yuhe would be the one who woke up in the living room to find a raging fire and couldn't escape. Or, before he woke up, the person who would be killed by a natural gas explosion would be him.
"What's going on? How did you …" Ji Chen coughed twice because of the thick smoke. He frowned as if he was thinking about what had gone wrong. Then, he suddenly remembered. "You swapped the wine I gave you?"
That kind of shock, disbelief, and a trace of betrayal. If it had been more than 10 years ago, Zhou Yuhe would have been heartbroken, but now, he only wanted to laugh.
"Yes, let them go to the KTV first. I'm the one who stayed to take care of you." Zhou Yuhe's voice was cold and hoarse. This unpleasant voice had been like this since the fire. "Why? Do you think I still dare to drink the thing you handed to me?"
Zhou Yuhe squatted down and suddenly came closer. The slightly hideous scar on his face made Ji Chen subconsciously step back. There was some fear in his beautiful eyes, but they quickly returned to a vigilant and cold expression.
Once upon a time, there was only gentleness in his eyes when he looked at him. Even when he had just removed the gauze and his face was at its most terrifying, he had never looked at him with such a fearful gaze.
The man's face was haggard. He said affectionately that he had an accident because of the movie he had invested in. He would cancel the engagement with the Black Emperor's daughter and announce their relationship to the outside world. He would treat him well for the rest of his life.
For an entire month, regardless of the outside world's criticism, he came to take care of Zhou Yuhe every day. He was even beaten by Old Master Ji three times outside the ward for him, but he did not say a word. After he came back, he did not mention a word to him and was as gentle as before.
No matter how selfish a person was, in the face of such a determined and fearless lover, they would be moved, let alone Zhou Yuhe who was so kind.
When he threw the objects in his hands at Ji Chen time and time again and chased him out of the ward.
When he endured the immense pain, and coldly and heartlessly broke up with the withered Ji Chen … What kind of heartache was that! It was as if his heart was being torn back and forth and pierced back and forth with the sharpest steel needle.
Perhaps it was too painful, but he did not notice that a flash of relief flashed across Ji Chen's unshaven face.
Since then, Zhou Yuhe's career had plummeted. The people around him disappeared one by one. Three years later, there were only a few dozen posts left on Weibo's hot search list. Ji Chen also changed from a daily greeting to one who could only find out about his recent situation through Weibo.
But Zhou Yuhe did not resent him, not at all. After so many years, he had seen the fickleness of human nature. Ji Chen had treated the worthless Zhou Yuhe like that back then. He had already done everything he could.
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