After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 99

“Do you want to enter the entertainment industry?”

It is now November.

The weather is transitioning from late autumn to winter, and the temperature is trending downward. Coupled with a light rain today, the cold wind makes people want to retreat indoors.

Ye Murou is used to this kind of weather. She walked into the convenience store with her head down. While checking out, the customer in front chose a hot drink from the counter and complained to the cashier that it gets colder every year. Ye Murou listened quietly, and when it was her turn, she put down the mineral water she had already taken and said to the cashier, “Give me a hot drink too.”

After leaving the convenience store, Ye Murou laughed a little.

She held the hot drink, feeling warmth in her palm, like the light radiating from Xia Shishi.

A few hours ago, Xia Shishi was huddled on the sofa, clutching a pillow. She was originally watching the game screen on the TV, but suddenly turned her head and asked her, “Do you want to enter the entertainment industry?”

She and Xia Shishi have known each other for almost half a year, right?

Just when she thought she could keep up with Xia Shishi’s way of thinking, Xia Shishi would always come up with another idea.

Telling her, Sister’s capriciousness, you can’t learn.

At the time, Ye Murou didn’t even know what to say: “Don’t I no longer need to be an assistant? Zhou Xiaojiang has returned to her hometown, choosing never to appear in the public eye again, what else do I need to do…”

Xia Shishi put down the game controller, and at the same time, the game screen showed ‘Game Over.’

She wiggled her finger at Ye Murou: “No, I’m not asking you to be an assistant. I’m asking if you’re interested in becoming an actress.”

Ye Murou’s first thought was to refuse.

She has no interest in standing under the spotlight. She likes to quietly retreat into a room by herself and not interact with people.

But Xia Shishi looked at her for a while and sighed: “It’s fine that Zhou Xiaojiang went back to her hometown, but the drama she filmed can’t be aired. We invested a lot of money into that show.”

“So I was thinking, how great would it be if someone could re-shoot her scenes so the drama could be aired normally~”

So Ye Murou decided to reluctantly agree.

“If I can help you, then I…”

“I’m not asking you to help me,” Xia Shishi interrupted her. “I’m asking you if you’re interested in entering the entertainment industry.”

Ye Murou stared blankly at Xia Shishi.

She and Xia Shishi are different people.

Xia Shishi is confident and dazzling; this is her inherent advantage.

She has parents who love her and a wife who loves her.

She can enjoy her happiness recklessly, often coming up with strange ideas that others don’t understand, and most importantly, those ideas have great feasibility upon closer thought.

She grew up facing the light, practically a living little sun.

This kind of Xia Shishi is someone Ye Murou admires.

Ye Murou has no ideas of her own; every step she takes is essentially dictated by others.

Now, Xia Shishi is asking her if she wants to enter the entertainment industry, not demanding her help, but asking if she wants to. Ye Murou doesn’t know how to answer.

Xia Shishi: “This is something that requires thought, you don’t need to rush to give me an answer. It’s normal for a drama to be shelved for a few years.”

Seeing that Ye Murou was about to agree again, she smiled and added: “But I can also give the re-shooting job to other actresses, I just thought we are friends, and this kind of money-making work should be introduced to you first.”

Ye Murou closed her mouth, once again unsure of what to do.

She left there, her thoughts heavy, like waves crashing heavily on her heart.

She realized that after becoming friends, Xia Shishi didn’t need her as much.

Before, whether it was joining the company or becoming an assistant, it was because Xia Shishi needed her help, and Ye Murou, having benefited from Xia Shishi, was willing to do it.

Ye Murou looked at the hot drink in her hand.

She is actually different from Xia Shishi.

Xia Shishi grew up facing the light, while Ye Murou grew up against the light, facing darkness, growing haphazardly, without even developing her own way of thinking.

The hot drink wasn’t so hot anymore. Ye Murou finished the drink, threw the bottle into the trash can, and returned home.

She hasn’t worked for about two months, currently living off the salary Xia Shishi had previously given her.

She wants to look for a new job, but lacking her own ideas, it’s difficult to make a decision.

Should she just find a job that offers social insurance, as Xia Shishi suggested?

The house was also a bit messy. The lost-in-thought Ye Murou started cleaning the house, then put the trash in a bag and took it downstairs to throw away.

On the way, she bumped into a neighbor returning home. The neighbor greeted Ye Murou warmly: “Going out?”

Ye Murou hid the trash behind her: “Yes, I’m going downstairs to throw away the trash.”

The neighbor smiled and nodded.

Ye Murou thought for a moment and proactively asked her: “You’ve been coming home later and later recently.”

The neighbor: “I can’t help it. To be able to go home for the New Year, I have to work overtime during this period and finish up my work.”

When the topic of going home for the New Year came up, Ye Murou didn’t know what to say again.

The neighbor turned her head: “By the way, are you going home for the New Year this year?”

Ye Murou was caught off guard by the question: “I… I have to work overtime during the New Year.”

After speaking, Ye Murou lowered her head, having lost the script arranged by Xia Shishi, she reverted to being tongue-tied. How could she answer like that, what does ‘working overtime during the New Year’ even mean?

The neighbor didn’t overthink it and nodded: “It must be tough when you first start working. It’s hard to go back home for the New Year. Your parents must be worried. Remember to call them often and chat.”

After the neighbor finished speaking, she opened the door with her key and walked inside.

Ye Murou broke out in a cold sweat.

The place she currently lives in was also rented for her by Xia Shishi. Previously, to pretend to be a wealthy second-generation heir, Xia Shishi rented it for a year in one go in this small community. The lease hasn’t expired, and Xia Shishi also told her to continue living there.

However, the surrounding neighbors are not in her circle; the difference is so vast that she can’t muster the courage to talk.

This neighbor also came from elsewhere to find work in this city, and after several years of struggle, finally secured a place here.

Ye Murou walked downstairs and threw away the trash.

But she has nothing.

She doesn’t have a job, and ‘working overtime’ is just an excuse, but she doesn’t plan to go home for the New Year.

Why would she go back to that place?

Once she was back inside, Ye Murou looked at the empty living room, its gloominess practically a manifestation of her inner state.

She leaned against the door and slowly sat down. At this moment, it felt as if she was standing on a wave, constantly rising and falling with the tide. Her mind was never clear; she could only desperately try to break free from her current situation.

Then Ye Murou stumbled to her feet, walked into the bathroom, and vomited violently, leaning over the toilet.

The hot drink she had consumed surged up with stomach acid, and was all flushed away by the toilet.

After vomiting, Ye Murou still felt utterly miserable. Her limbs twitching, she held onto the toilet, sitting down wretchedly in the bathroom. Her eyes were stinging, but not a single tear fell.

When Ye Murou opened her eyes again, her breathing was faint.

She seemed to have a fever.

She had never been sick before, no matter how cold the weather was, yet now that she was drinking hot drinks, she still caught a cold and a fever. Ye Murou picked up her phone; she had been woken up by the vibration. She opened it and saw that Xia Shishi had called over a dozen times.

The first few calls were spaced out a bit, hours apart, but the last time, she had called ten times in one go.

The last call was a few minutes ago. She checked the time; she had been unconscious in the bathroom for a whole day.

No wonder her stomach felt like it was sticking together.

Ye Murou’s fingers trembled as she tried to call Xia Shishi back, but before she could dial, the sound of a key turning in the lock came from the front door.

Ye Murou looked up, her mind sluggish, until Xia Shishi rushed over to her: “Did you come home yesterday without an umbrella?”

“I…”

“You don’t have a doctor’s number saved in your phone?”

Ye Murou recalled that she did have a doctor’s number in her phone.

Kui Xixue.

Ye Murou felt like she must be truly unwell, otherwise why would she think of that person?

Xia Shishi helped her up: “A family doctor will be here soon, you rest for a while.”

Ye Murou wanted to refuse, but Xia Shishi dragged her directly to the sofa.

After a while, the family doctor Xia Shishi mentioned arrived. Ye Murou knew him; his name was Zheng He, and he used to be Wen Jiao’s doctor. Now that Wen Jiao is healthy, Zheng He has been relegated from a private doctor to a family doctor.

They had met at Grandpa Wen’s manor… and meeting Kui Xixue was also there.

Ye Murou clenched her hands. She felt she must really be very ill, to think of that person repeatedly.

“It’s just a bit of a fever. You’re stressed, just rest more, and you’ll be fine,” Zheng He said after the examination. He took a cooling patch from his medical bag. “Medicine has side effects, so I won’t give you any.”

Xia Shishi looked over, frowning: “Is it about the thing I asked you… I was wrong, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Ye Murou shook her head: “It’s not about that.”

“Then what is it?” Xia Shishi sat down next to her. “We are friends, right? If you have difficulties, I can help you.”

Ye Murou suddenly looked at Xia Shishi, startling her, who thought she had said something inappropriate.

“I…” Ye Murou struggled to speak, then her breathing became rapid, cold sweat continuously running down her forehead, startling Ye Murou into tightly pursing her lips, deciding not to speak anymore.

“I remembered something unpleasant,” Ye Murou said weakly after her breathing stabilized.

“You’ve helped me so much already, I can’t let you help with this again. I can’t…”

Ye Murou hugged her knees: “I’m sorry, I need to be alone for a while.”

Xia Shishi wanted to persuade her, but Zheng He signaled her with a look. Having no choice, Xia Shishi and Zheng He left together, giving Ye Murou private space to calm down.

After Xia Shishi left, Ye Murou gripped her sleeve tightly, practically biting through her lip.

Memories from over a decade ago surged up all at once. She vigorously suppressed the agonizing memories, finally focusing on Kui Xixue’s face.

Kui Xixue’s face was very thin, with hardly any flesh on her jawline.

She wore glasses, hiding the cold eyes beneath: “Your mother wants to see you.”

Ye Murou’s heart was heavily thumped again.

She fumbled on the sofa for her phone, then went to find Kui Xixue’s number.

Her mother is still in the hospital, barely surviving on IV drips.

Ye Murou didn’t want to revisit those past events. She had already left that small mountain village, yet she unexpectedly met Kui Xixue by chance and learned that her mother was waiting for her.

Ye Murou pressed her temples, hesitated repeatedly, but still called Kui Xixue.