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Chapter 589 -589: Raising a Star (12)

Chapter 589 -589: Raising a Star (12)

With all this commotion, Chuzheng couldn’t fall asleep and grabbed her phone to browse Weibo.

As expected, she saw Feng Wang’s name on the hot search list on Weibo.

Assaulting a journalist…

Feng Wang’s account had no response; he was probably being lectured by Lan Ling and had no time to go online.

The comments section was filled with cursing.

The cries for Feng Wang to roll out of the entertainment industry were especially loud.

[Hidden mission: Please help Miss to obtain a Good Person Card from Feng Wang to save the darkened Feng Wang.]

Chuzheng: “…”

Honestly, I just find Feng Wang a bit annoying; I really can’t see where he is darkened!

[Miss, don’t be so superficial.]

Chuzheng with an indifferent face: So it’s going to be this pattern from now on?

[Not necessarily.] King’s Account said: [It depends on Miss’s luck.]

Chuzheng’s eyes slightly darkened: What do you mean?

[…No particular meaning.] King’s Account immediately changed the subject: [Miss, the Good Person Card needs you! Go for it! You can do it! Be an unfaltering good person!]

Chuzheng glanced at the time.

Bastard, did you have to pick the dead of night?

[The darker the night, the higher the chance of incidents~] King’s Account said with a pretentious, spoiled tone: [It’s not my fault, it’s a natural law.]

Chuzheng: Go to hell with your damned natural laws!

[Miss, be civilized, cursing isn’t nice.] King’s Account aspired to be a proper System that promotes civilization and new customs.

Heh.

Chuzheng had no idea where to find the Good Person Card.

At this time, King’s Account became proactive.

He immediately told Chuzheng the address.

The address was at her place, but in a different apartment building.

No wonder it felt familiar before; he lived here as well.

Chuzheng took the elevator down and found another apartment building.

Then came the problem.

You can’t just walk into this kind of apartment whenever you want.

They all use facial recognition; if you don’t live in this apartment, you simply can’t get in.

Another way is to have someone from upstairs let you in.

Obviously, that wasn’t an option.

Chuzheng pondered the consequences of breaking the door down—she gave up on that idea and pressed the floor number and apartment code earnestly.

Still, there was no response.

Chuzheng called Lan Ling to ask where she was, and Lan Ling said she had already left, as she had to deal with the matter of Feng Wang assaulting the journalist.

When asked if she needed anything, Chuzheng made up a couple of excuses and hung up the phone.

Just as the thought of breaking the door crossed her mind for the second time, someone came downstairs and opened the door from the inside.

The person was in a rush and didn’t notice Chuzheng; Chuzheng quickly slipped in before the door closed.

Feng Wang lived on the top floor, with only one apartment on that level, so there was no need to search.

Chuzheng rang the doorbell.

Again, no one answered the door.

See, it’s him not letting me in.

It’s not that I don’t want to be a good person.

If the Good Person Card doesn’t give me a chance, there’s nothing I can do.

So…

Time to go back to sleep.

Just as Chuzheng was about to head back, the door clicked open.

The apartment was pitch-dark; the light from the hallway cast a vague silhouette of the person opening the door.

“There’s no water leak or disco here,” the man said in a weak voice mixed with pain and a very bad tone. He hardly looked to see who was outside before starting to close the door.

Chuzheng reached out and stopped the door.

“Are you sick?” the man lifted his eyes, recognizing the person outside and paused: “Little junior sister?”

Feng Wang’s face was deathly pale, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

“What’s wrong with you?” His look was a bit frightening; anyone unaware would think it was a horror movie set.

“Did Lan Ling send you?” Feng Wang looked at her unfriendly, with no intention of letting her in.

“What’s wrong with you?” Chuzheng asked again.

“I’m fine, very fine.” The motion-sensitive lights in the corridor went out, and the man was completely hidden in the dark: “If Lan Ling asked you to come, then you should go back.”

His voice was somewhat cool, and in such an environment, it felt a little eerie.

“Junior Sister, don’t take this opportunity to get close to me,” Feng Wang’s voice rose again, “If my sugar daddy finds out, I’ll be in big trouble.”

Chuzheng: “…”

Oh.

My Good Person Card has a sugar daddy.

Chuzheng’s reaction was still like dead water, with no fluctuations whatsoever.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked again.

Without missing a single word.

The tone didn’t change at all.

Feng Wang just felt that the girl opposite him was stubborn to the bone, with a sharp aura that was hard to ignore.

After a long silence, Feng Wang suddenly said, “Stomachache.”

“Go to the hospital.”

“Old problem, no need,” Feng Wang felt it was somewhat stupid to talk at the door and reached out to turn on the living room lights. Brightness instantly filled the space: “Junior Sister, come in.”

Actually, they were not really senior brother and junior sister at all.

No one knew what got into Feng Wang to call her that.

Of course, Chuzheng didn’t care either.

Chuzheng’s face was still cold: “If you’re sick, see a doctor.”

“I’m not… Hey, don’t touch!” Feng Wang was pulled out the door by Chuzheng. She didn’t even let him change his shoes, dragging him straight to the elevator.

Feng Wang was still putting up quite a fight at first.

But then he became silent.

Chuzheng felt that what she was dragging was getting heavier and heavier.

Feng Wang covered his stomach with one hand, his brows tightly knitted together, and his forehead was covered with a dense layer of sweat.

When he felt like he could no longer stand, his body was suddenly supported by someone.

“Hold on a bit.”

The girl’s clear voice rang in his ear.

“I’m fine,” Feng Wang said through clenched teeth stubbornly.

“You’ll be fine if you’re dead,” Chuzheng replied coldly.

“…”

–

Feng Wang lay in the hospital bed, the doctor examined him and said it was nothing serious, just his stomach ailment acting up.

Chuzheng was choked by the words “just his stomach ailment acting up.”

In the doctor’s eyes, probably anything that wasn’t terminal or incurable wasn’t a big deal.

“Don’t drink alcohol, don’t consume spicy foods, eat meals at regular times, and take good care of yourself, and you won’t have episodes,” the doctor dropped this advice.

Following the doctor’s orders, Chuzheng bought some liquid food-like porridge to bring back.

“I’ve told you, I’m fine,” Feng Wang felt much better by now and was a bit spirited: “Dragging me to the hospital, by tomorrow someone will write that I came to get plastic surgery.”

Chuzheng said, “This is the People’s Hospital.”

“Heh, even if I went to a gynecology hospital, they might say I had a pregnancy termination,” he scoffed.

Chuzheng’s gaze wandered to his belly: “You can get pregnant?”

“Of course not!” The man glared at Chuzheng: “I’m a man, with all the parts!”

Feng Wang has classically handsome features, and even a casual smile could capture hearts, making people do anything for him.

Such a person didn’t need to turn to darkness.

Handsome is unbeatable, indeed!

Too bad… he has a sugar daddy.

At this thought, Chuzheng’s eyes grew even colder, as if a layer of frost had formed.

She placed the porridge beside him, without any indication that she would attend to him while he ate.

Feng Wang didn’t expect her to and took the porridge himself, gulping it down in a few breaths.

He ate in such a hurry that his stomach felt uncomfortable again. He lay on the bed and gently rubbed it a few times.

“Junior Sister, don’t think that you can make me like you by doing this, let me tell you, it’s impossible,” Feng Wang warned after finishing the porridge.

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Yes.

It was a warning.

Does the Good Person Card have such a high opinion of itself?

Could you be any more shameless?

I’m not even that self-absorbed.