After Getting Involved In A Love Triangle With My Mortal Enemy From A Past Life, All I Want To Do Is Lie Down And Relax - Chapter 13

“I am so sorry, so sorry,” Chen Jing said, pressing his palms together in an apologetic gesture. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“It’s fine, really. The clothes were already a bit tight,” An Yushu replied.

The reason he had been so stiff during the performance was primarily because the outfit was a size too small. There had been a properly fitted one, but the makeup artist accidentally stained it. To maintain the visual effect, he had no choice but to wear the smaller size.

Understanding the context, the other guests looked at An Yushu with newfound respect. As actors, several of them had worn tight costumes before and knew all too well the suffocating sensation of barely being able to breathe.

Flustered by the praise, An Yushu blushed and stole a glance at Sang Luo before quickly looking away. His clear, deer-like eyes and shy reaction made a very favorable impression on everyone. Only a few people noticed him staring at Sang Luo, and their reactions varied. However, none of this escaped the “omniscient” eyes of the audience.

The fans in the livestream were already losing their minds over the pairing.

[They’re so perfect together! A cold beauty and a shy beauty—I’m here for it!]

[Wooo, why does this feel so right? But wait, if they’re both “zeros,” there’s no future. Is this going to be a tragedy?]

[Who says there’s no future? They can take turns! Mon-Wed-Fri is Luo Luo’s turn, Tue-Thu-Sat is An An’s, and they rest on Sundays. Everyone wins!]

[I hereby declare the ‘Yu-Luo’ CP is officially in session!]

[Shouldn’t it be ‘Luo-Yu’ though?]

[Who cares? As long as the schedule is set, what does it matter?]

[I’ll take it! Another day of shedding tears of joy over someone else’s beautiful romance!]

And just like that, the first popular CP of 9403 was born. Of course, there were others, like Qin Yibing and Chu Yuqing, whose popularity was also soaring.

The production team placed immense importance on the highly anticipated final performance. Unlike the somewhat simpler setups of the other pairs, the backdrop for this group was significantly more elaborate.

Click—

The lights cut out. In the darkness, countless flower petals began to drift down from above as a melodious, haunting tune filled the room. A silhouette appeared amidst the falling petals, dancing gracefully. Suspended by a wire and holding a silk ribbon that hung from the ceiling, the figure moved in perfect sync with the music.

A spotlight hit the figure, and a collective gasp went up from the observers, their eyes filled with intense wonder.

Sang Luo’s long hair was loose, and he wore a dance costume reminiscent of the Western Regions. An intricate floral pattern was painted on his forehead. With light makeup, crimson lips, and eyes drawn with an upward flick that accentuated the tiny red mole at the end of his eyebrow, he looked like a celestial being.

The audience held their breath, their eyes following his every move. His misty peach-blossom eyes were particularly striking; when he looked toward the man seated below, the coldness vanished, replaced by a calculated, seductive charm. In this moment, he was no longer the detached Sang Luo everyone knew, but an assassin willing to seduce his enemy for the sake of revenge.

Sang Luo’s movements were as light as a swallow’s. The wind caught his garments, making him appear as if he were flying. The choreography provided by the crew was simple, and Sang Luo had mastered it quickly. He constantly reminded himself: I am not Sang Luo; I am the assassin enduring humiliation for revenge.

As the music slowed, so did Sang Luo’s movements. He extended his right arm in mid-air, his neck arched high like a dying white crane. In that instant, his eyes flashed with grief and unwavering resolve. As the music reached a soft lull, Sang Luo threw out a silk ribbon and glided toward Huo Xun.

He wore a smile and even let out a soft, airy laugh. A moment later, he placed one hand on Huo Xun’s shoulder, spun around his broad back, and settled into the man’s lap.

“General, did I dance well?”

The soft voice drifted into Huo Xun’s ears. His eyes widened slightly, and his hidden arms began to tremble. This wasn’t just the General’s reaction in the script; it was his own. When had he ever been this close to Sang Luo?

“Speak to me.” Sang Luo leaned closer until he was nearly at Huo Xun’s ear. “I am waiting for your answer.”

Huo Xun pushed Sang Luo away slightly, his ears burning hot. “It was very good.”

In the script, the General was a man of few words and great integrity, devoted and loyal to his country. Sang Luo huffed softly. “Then why do you still push me away?”

At this moment, Sang Luo seemed to truly embody the assassin. Despite the proximity, he showed no sign of discomfort. “Please conduct yourself with dignity,” Huo Xun said, though his blushing face made the words far from convincing.

Sang Luo reached out, resting his index finger gently on Huo Xun’s lips. “What if I stay by the General’s side from now on?”

Huo Xun froze. He suddenly stood up and bowed toward the imagined emperor at the high seat. “Your Majesty, I feel unwell and beg leave to retire.”

Since this was a two-person scene, the other characters had to be imagined. According to the script, seeing that the General was uninterested, the Emperor intended to take the “songstress” away. Huo Xun frowned deeply and stole a quick glance at Sang Luo. “Since Your Majesty is willing to bestow this gift upon me, I shall accept.”

Regardless of Huo Xun’s reaction, Sang Luo’s gaze remained fixed on him. Finally, the General led the assassin away, and the scene ended.

The lights went out completely. When they flickered back on, only a single swaying candle remained. Sang Luo’s eyes were flushed red, and his clothing was slightly disheveled.

“What have you done?” Huo Xun panted, his gaze somewhat fierce.

“That doesn’t matter. Let us do something joyful together.” Sang Luo wrapped his arms around Huo Xun’s neck as they pressed close together.

“You are truly… audacious!”

“Then the General should punish me.”

Sang Luo’s deliberate seduction made it difficult for Huo Xun to maintain control, yet he could do nothing. Sang Luo let out a soft, sharp sound, and the candlelight flickered more violently, only going out late in the night.

In the darkness, Sang Luo slowly sat up. He struggled to raise his hand but found he couldn’t even grip the sharp dagger. With a clatter, the blade hit the floor. Sang Luo bent over painfully to retrieve it, only to lock eyes with Huo Xun, who had opened his eyes at some unknown moment.

Sang Luo’s breath hitched. He lunged forward instantly, only to be kicked to the ground. Huo Xun’s gaze glinted with a cold light in the dark. “Who sent you?”

Sang Luo spat out a mouthful of blood, but then he began to laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Huo Xun gripped Sang Luo’s chin with a sinister intensity, pressing so hard the skin turned red.

“No one sent me,” Sang Luo said, his eyes filled with madness. “For all these years, I have fantasized about how to kill you. I’ve become neither human nor ghost—even I find myself disgusting.”

Huo Xun was bewildered. How could this person’s gaze be so fundamentally different from a moment ago? Though he knew Sang Luo might be trouble, he had accepted it because he found joy in the way this person looked at him. Now, the situation felt like dealing with a different person entirely, and Huo Xun found it difficult to process.

“Have you forgotten? The lives of over a hundred people in the Minister’s estate—all died by your hand. The blood gathered into a river. Have you forgotten all of it?”

Sang Luo’s voice was soft, like the intimate whispers between lovers. But only Huo Xun knew that these words were like a bloodless blade, nearly taking his life.

“Have you really forgotten? Two years ago, the assassin whose martial arts you destroyed, the one you tortured until he nearly went insane… do you remember him?”

This demonic whispering hit Huo Xun like a physical blow. His body trembled slightly, and his composure vanished.

“You are… Sang Luo?”

“Yes. I have crawled back from hell, with a rotting body, to stand before you once again.”

[THE END]