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Chapter 216 Another Shameless Past

Chapter 216: Chapter 216 Another Shameless Past

Song Yi’s thinking was straightforward—he would rather die than admit to anything because, although Su Mu and Fu Shinian had similar approaches in certain matters, Song Yi still believed that when it came to ruthlessness and measures taken, Su Mu was no match for Fu Shinian.

Take Qin Nianwan’s situation for example, what Su Mu had thought of and could do was simply to cut Qin Nianwan’s hair, while Fu Shinian went so far as to send her directly to R-country to become a model. Comparing the two, Su Mu was considered merciful.

If he admitted to setting up the listening device now, he felt he could simply find a place to bury himself afterward and wouldn’t need to meet Fu Shinian.

Fu Shinian would absolutely not want Su Mu to find out that he had planted a listening device on her, no matter what the reason.

Fortunately, Su Mu didn’t continue to make things difficult for him. She just looked at him, hummed with a light laugh, took the bag he passed to her, and left. Song Yi released a breath of relief as he watched her walk away until she was out of sight, only then did Song Yi stride towards the car in the corner.

Song Yi had long known that the atmosphere in the car would be oppressive, but he had no choice but to squeeze in. Before he could speak, Fu Shinian had already pushed the door open and got out of the car. Guessing what he was about to do, Song Yi hurriedly got out and followed him.

Having just seen off Su Mu, Qin Nianwan could never have expected to welcome Fu Shinian. She frantically picked up the hair from the sofa and rushed to the bedroom to find a hat to put on. Then, trembling with apprehension, she opened the door to find Fu Shinian standing there, and she smiled faintly:

"How come you’re here?"

Fu Shinian’s icy gaze fell on her face, "Naturally, I came to see you."

Qin Nianwan stepped aside to let Fu Shinian enter, and as he stepped in, his eyes swept casually over the interior without asking why she was inappropriately wearing a hat indoors. As Qin Nianwan closed the door, he chuckled lightly:

"Why are you at home today?"

Qin Nianwan looked at Fu Shinian, a faint smile on her face:

"Where else could I be if not at home? You also know that as a public figure, apart from the necessary activities, one has very little private space. Besides, I like staying at home—it’s more comfortable and relaxing."

Fu Shinian did not immediately respond. He took a seat on the sofa and casually picked up a box of stomach medicine from the table, looking at Qin Nianwan:

"Stomach upset?"

Qin Nianwan wasn’t sure if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Fu Shinian knew something.

"That’s right, with so much alcohol intake every day, how could your stomach be in good condition?"

Qin Nianwan’s face changed abruptly.

"How much have you earned from the drinking sessions these days?" Fu Shinian tossed the medicine aside carelessly, leaned on the back of the couch with a casual look, "If one session is a million, I reckon your income should be around ten million. Weren’t you eager to pay me back? Can’t you afford to return some now?"

"Shinian..."

"Or are you saying that the money you earned by selling your charm has another purpose?"

Qin Nianwan’s palms broke out in sweat, and she was too shocked to utter a word.

"But you haven’t made any investments or financial arrangements, and even this house is rented. So, I’m curious, where is your money?"

After this remark, the room fell into a prolonged silence. Fu Shinian didn’t say anything more, but his gaze remained on Qin Nianwan. His attitude was clear—he was waiting for an explanation, not as a former boyfriend, not as a friend, but simply as a creditor making an inquiry.

Qin Nianwan’s mind raced with many reasons, but even she found them lame as she spoke:

"Previously, when I was in H Country, I owed someone money. Now that he knows I’ve become a star, he’s been pressing me to pay it back..."

"Because he has leverage over you, you have no choice but to pay, even being threatened by him, left at his mercy, right?" Fu Shinian finished speaking and took out a few photographs from his pocket, casually tossing them onto the table. "Is this why you’re paying?"

Qin Nianwan couldn’t see the contents of the pictures from afar, but her intuition told her they weren’t something good. Despite this, she couldn’t help but look; the closer she got, the clearer she could see what was on the table—her past shame laid bare.

The female lead was always her alone, but the men constantly changed, sometimes one, sometimes several...

She should have controlled herself, but her blood continued to surge, and her stomach seemed to roll with tumult. Nearly losing control over her body, she followed an instinct to tear up all the photos, fiercely, frantically shredding them.

Finally, she knelt on the ground, trembling, and looked up at Fu Shinian with a cold sneer:

"When did you find out?"

Fu Shinian regarded her indifferently for a few seconds, then stood up and walked over to Qin Nianwan. As he stepped on the photos, Qin Nianwan felt like he was trampling on all that was good in her.

Indeed, she admitted her life hadn’t been good after leaving Fu Shinian. The so-called severance hadn’t lasted long before Song Zhengxian blew through it, leaving her penniless. H Country, although outstanding for star-making, was an inhospitable place for foreigners, especially in a xenophobic nation. She was like the lowest speck of dust in the food chain, whose value lay only in providing for those higher up, with no value of her own.

Yet sometimes, your own value isn’t something you can decide—it’s determined by others. It was at this time Song Zhengxian discovered Qin Nianwan’s value.

Because she had looks and a figure, she could engage in some dirty, underground activities that were not unusual in the H Country entertainment industry. And it was through Qin Nianwan’s body that Song Zhengxian gradually gained a foothold in an entertainment company in H Country.

What Qin Nianwan hadn’t expected was that those things she’d done would be preserved. Though it wasn’t everything, even a single fragment could completely break her will.

The best time of her life was spent with Fu Shinian, when she didn’t have to pretend in front of him, because the person Fu Shinian knew was her at her best. Yet she never thought that one day, he would also crush the last bit of her innocence underfoot.

"Because of your experiences, you suffer from depression and now want others to undergo the same, is that it?" Fu Shinian watched Qin Nianwan with cold eyes. "But your judgment seems rather poor, targeting someone you shouldn’t mess with. Have you ever thought about the price you might pay for your foolish decisions?"

Qin Nianwan was startled but wouldn’t admit it:

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"You can continue to feign ignorance. I didn’t come here wanting to hear you admit it." He looked at her, word by word, "Who is Han Jie?"

Startled, Qin Nianwan looked up, suddenly feeling that this version of Fu Shinian was the most terrifying. She pondered the difference between admitting or not, but Fu Shinian gave her no time, simply stating indifferently:

"Don’t be afraid. I’m not interested in knowing, as I’d rather not sully my ears with another recount of your shameless past."

Fu Shinian walked towards the door. "Since you believe the entertainment industry can provide what you need, then I don’t mind giving you another push from behind. In fact, R Country is also a good place for making stars..."

R Country... Qin Nianwan almost instantly knew what Fu Shinian intended her to do, her eyes widening in disbelief as she looked at him:

"You can’t do this..."