Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 796: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (9)

Si Shu suddenly chuckled, tapping the leather seat with his fingertips: "It seems that my reputation is not loud enough."

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with a handkerchief. His narrow and long eyes were particularly captivating in the dim carriage.

Song Yuesheng looked at the neon lights flying by outside the window and said calmly, "Not everyone likes to read financial news."

She turned her head and looked him in the eye. "Ordinary people are busy enough just dealing with life, how can they have time to care about others?"

"So..." Si Shu put on his glasses again, the lenses reflecting cold light, "You are usually free?"

"good.

Song Yuesheng calmly moved half an inch towards the car door, and at that moment the car stopped steadily in front of Jishidiang.

"Miss, we're here." The driver's voice broke the subtle atmosphere in the car.

Under the antique plaque, two red lanterns swayed gently in the night breeze, casting flickering light and shadows.

"Thank you, Mr. Si." Song Yuesheng pushed open the car door, and the night wind blew her messy hair. "I didn't bring my phone with me. My friend is inside. I'll ask him to give you the money later."

Before she could finish her words, a bony hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Si Shu's thumb pressed right on her unhealed wound. The force was not strong, but it caused pain because there was no medicine applied.

"These days..." His voice was dangerous, "There are a lot of scammers."

"Who dares..."

Thinking of Si Shu's identity, Song Yuesheng changed the words that came to his lips, "Song Yuesheng from the Performance Department of Qingchuan Drama Academy."

She pulled her hand back abruptly. "If I don't pull my friend out to pay in ten minutes, Mr. Si can just come to the school to block me. As the saying goes, the monk can run away, but the temple cannot."

Si Shu suddenly smiled, and that smile made his whole face come alive.

"Ms. Song..." He dragged out his tone meaningfully, "You describe yourself like this."

"Goodbye." Song Yuesheng closed the car door without looking back.

The car window slowly rose, and the smile on Si Shu's lips instantly disappeared. He took off his glasses and rubbed his brows tiredly: "Let's go back to the old house."

"Sir..." The driver peeked through the rearview mirror, "Would you like to check on this Miss Song?"

"No need." Si Shu interrupted him, his fingertips gently caressing the place where he had touched her just now, "Knowing too much..." He looked at the slender figure at the door of Jishiditang, "The game will not be fun anymore."

The girl running wildly in the middle of the night, the fresh marks on her wrists, the unguarded trust in strangers, and... complete immunity to his face.

Si Shu tapped lightly on the car window, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Whether he has ulterior motives or is playing hard to get, it's fine. Such an interesting prey is worth his time and effort.

Song Yuesheng stood in front of the quaint threshold of Jishidiang, listening to the sound of car engines behind him gradually fading away and soon disappearing around the corner.

I have to make her owe me this favor.

She thought about it and then turned and went into Jishidiang.

The clinic was brightly lit and filled with the aroma of medicine.

Song Yuesheng looked around and didn't see the figure who was always wearing a white coat. She stopped the female doctor who was sorting the herbs and said, "Sister Zhen, is Xu Yanheng not here?"

"Oh, it's Xiao Song!" Sister Zhen pushed her reading glasses and looked at her in surprise. "It's the middle of the night, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

For the past two years, Song Yuesheng has been a regular here.

Almost all the doctors here can chat with her.

"I have a slight headache." Song Yuesheng replied casually, his eyes sweeping across Xu Yanheng's empty clinic.

Sister Zhen put down the medicine account book and led her to the consulting table: "Sit down and I'll take a look at you."

She lowered her voice mysteriously, "Doctor Xu has been on time for get off work these past two days. He seems absent-minded. I think he is probably dating someone."

Song Yuesheng rolled up his sleeves, revealing a slender wrist: "Then I can't come here anymore."

"Huh?" Sister Zhen looked up in confusion.

"Just think about it," Song Yuesheng smiled slyly, "With Dr. Xu's frivolous look, if his girlfriend saw him talking to a female patient like that..."

Sister Zhen shook her head and sighed: "Alas, I won't be able to listen to entertainment gossip anymore!"

She lowered her head to take his pulse and suddenly took a breath.

"Oh my god! How did you do that to your wrist?"

Under the light, the scars on Song Yuesheng's wrists were shocking, as if they were caused by repeated rubbing by something rough.

She pulled down her sleeves calmly: "There was a problem with the props during the filming."

"Sister Zhen," Song Yuesheng pursed her lips embarrassedly, "I was in a hurry to go out today and didn't bring my cell phone. How about I write you an IOU?"

The old doctor glared at her and turned to get the medicine box.

"Who do you think Sister Zhen is? How can I not trust your character? Come and pay the medical expenses whenever it is convenient for you." She prepared the ointment skillfully. "Even if this is your first time at Jishiditang, I can't just ignore a little girl like you just because you don't have any money."

Sister Zhen seemed to think that something had happened to her and she couldn't afford the medical bills.

The cool touch of the ointment relieved the burning pain.

Song Yuesheng looked at Sister Zhen's graying temples and suddenly remembered that when she was sick as a child, her mother also nagged her while applying medicine to her.

She sniffed, a determined look in her eyes.

Shen Zhirang must die.

And it was a death that had nothing to do with her.

"Xiao Song, wait a minute."

Song Yuesheng was about to leave after applying the medicine, but when she heard Sister Zhen calling her name, she couldn't help but stop and asked, "What's wrong, Sister Zhen?"

"Take this two thousand dollars."

Sister Zhen stuffed it directly into Song Yuesheng's hand and said, "Don't refuse. Everyone has low points. Back then, my Jishiditang almost went out of business, but now it has become a chain store. Just think of it as Sister Zhen investing in a future superstar."

Song Yuesheng stared at the three small gold-plated characters "Jishi Tang" on it, and suddenly felt that this thin piece of paper was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Girls..." Sister Zhen suddenly reached out and brushed away a wisteria petal that had stained her shoulder at some point, her movements as gentle as if she was treating fragile porcelain, "Don't be too hard on yourself."

Song Yuesheng's throat seemed to be blocked by something.

She clutched the envelope tightly, her knuckles turning white, fearing that she would burst into tears if she let go. In the end, she could only squeeze out a trembling "thank you" and hurriedly turned around and rushed into the night.

The night breeze blows on my face, bringing the coolness of summer.

Song Yuesheng ran a long way before stopping, his back against the cold brick wall, and slowly slid down to the ground.

The edges of the envelope were wrinkled by her, and her tears fell on the kraft paper, spreading out dark dots.

"Nothing to show for it..."

She wiped away her tears fiercely and looked up at the lonely moon.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating the red corners of her eyes and her lips that were bitten and bleeding.

If there hadn't been that car accident, my mother would have been like Sister Zhen, nagging her while stuffing pocket money into her bag, right? My father would have said with a stern face, "Girls should bring more money when they go out," and then secretly put a few more bills in her wallet...

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became sharp.

To fight against a behemoth like the Shen family, we must find a more powerful backer.

And the owner of that car tonight... is the best tool.

"Si Shu."

She whispered the name, a sneer on her face.

The surveillance camera on the street corner turned silently, and the red light flashed in the night.

Song Yuesheng took one last look at the warm lights of Jishidiang, then turned and walked into the depths of the neon lights. Her shadow was stretched long by the street lights, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.