Lu Dongnuan had just finished filming the final nighttime scene close to one in the morning. After hurriedly saying goodbye to the crew, she dragged her weary body toward the underground parking garage. Lu Dongnuan's agent was a carefree stunner whose last name was Lin and first name was Lejia. Despite having a feminine name, Lin Lejia was rather straightforward, but she was never careless when it came to Lu Dongnuan's career. As the chief gold agent of Chang Le International Entertainment Company, the scripts she secured for Lu Dongnuan piled higher than the company's infamous one meter twenty-five tall Song Dabao. Nobody knew about Lin Lejia's golden status at Chang Le except company insiders. Lu Dongnuan and Lin Lejia had been classmates since kindergarten, their relationship filled with love and conflicts continuing even into university. Although they were not in the same department, they were still in the same school. They saw each other so often that they both questioned if they were lovers in their past lives.
At one in the morning, Lin Lejia was already home, deep in sleep. Lu Dongnuan was deeply aware that Lin Lejia had helped her tremendously, yet during this chilly winter night, she couldn't help but make a call to her. The January nights in the A city were not exceptionally cold, but the kind that would leave you shivering despite wearing three layers. Despite such conditions, there were still crazy paparazzi waiting in dark corners, and that wretched woman, Lin Lejia, dared to leave her alone with the crew.
The call took a long time to connect. Before Lu Dongnuan could even begin speaking, Lin Lejia started cursing.
"Lu Dongnuan, have you lost your mind calling at night? You interrupted my dream about Kevin! Evening, my Kevin!"
Lu Dongnuan, very wisely, moved the phone away from her ear.
Lu Dongnuan calmly waited until Lin's voice disappeared from the speaker, then brought the phone close to her ear again and said leisurely, "Goodnight."
No sooner had she said this than she quickly hung up the phone. Lin Lejia was left puzzled, 'Excuse me? Is she really insane?'
There were many pathways to the parking garage, and Lu Dongnuan chose one only paparazzi and sunburn shoulder could think about. This was a narrow passage where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and Lu Dongnuan, with a beating heart, pulled out her phone to use as a flashlight. As she walked quickly forward, she kept reassuring herself, 'Lu Dongnuan, yes, you can!' But she couldn't help but criticize Lin Lejia, the biggest bug in her life.
Suddenly, Lu Dongnuan stopped, 'Hmm? Is that a person or a ghost?' She peered out, then quickly drew back. 'Damn! I've really seen a ghost in the dead of night!' Lu gathered up her courage and took a step forward, her flashlight casting its beam ahead. 'Who in their right mind would lie there in the middle of the night, trying to scare someone to death?'
The man, lying on the ground, was suddenly blinded by the harsh light and turned over with a tug at his abdomen, letting out a moan of pain. Lu Dongnuan followed the light and saw a man curled up on the cold floor, holding his stomach with both hands. The spot covered by his hands glistened under the light due to the fresh blood.
Lu Dongnuan thought to herself, while looking at his suit and leather shoes, he didn't seem like a bad guy, but he reeked of animality mingled with a classic cologne scent. That's right, Lu Dongnuan is the kind of person who can imagine a Mary Sue story just by seeing a wound.
Lu Dongnuan squatted down beside the man and lightly patted his shoulder, "Sir? Are you injured or is it a stomachache?" Regardless of whether you're injured or not, please don't answer me.
"I have both, get me out of here!"
Lu Dongnuan: "..."
Huh? Take you with me? You look like you weigh well over 120 pounds, how am I, a fine lady of standard weight and chopstick-thin legs, supposed to carry you? What are boys thinking these days?
Regardless, being true to her nation's traditional values of stepping up when encountering injustice, Lu Dongwan resolutely hoisted the beastly man, who was reeking of cologne, into her car. Why did she help him you ask? Because he stubbornly clung onto her skirt. Did you expect her to streak in this bone-chilling cold?
The man's face so pale he resembled the dead, still clutching onto Lu Dongwan's skirt. Exasperated, Lu Dongwan tried to peel off his groping hands one by one. Adjusting her mindset, she put on a polite smile, "Sir, we're safe now. Please let go of my skirt."
At her words, the man obediently let go, then spoke with difficulty, "We absolutely cannot go to the hospital!"
He can't go to the hospital? Well, I couldn't possibly take you to a hotel either; after all, I am a somewhat well-known personality in the public sphere. Lu Dongwan glanced at the time, damn, it's already one thirty. Closing the passenger door, she quickly got in the car and floored the gas pedal.
