The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 17

Still with my head bowed, I took the napkins and vigorously rubbed it on my face. I tried to appear heartbroken and grieving. The kind of cry that turned me red and made me unable to breathe.

The waitress came up to us at this moment. She seemed to have no idea about the current situation. I heard her footsteps stop for about ten seconds then she slowly treaded her high-heeled shoes to serve my cappuccino.

The film emperor pushed the coffee to me and spoke, “It’s hot. Have… Have a drink first. Don’t cry.”

I raised my head and stared at him for a moment. He scratched his head in embarrassment saying, “Both of them aren’t good people. Don’t be sad because of them.”

I grunted, “En,” and picked up a silver spoon to stir my coffee. I then took a sip from the cup. I felt the corners of my mouth slowly rising. To cover this up, I picked up a napkin and gently wiped the coffee from my mouth.

I coughed a few times making my voice sound like as if I’ve been crying with a bit of hoarseness to it, “I still… can’t believe it… he was always so gentle to me… I don’t believe it.”

The film emperor calmly looked at me. He shrugged, pretending as if he didn’t care saying, “I just wanted to tell you about it. As for what you do afterwards… you can do whatever you like.”

I pushed the recording pen back to him, “Here, I’ll give it back to you.”

The film emperor seemed to be at a loss. Did he think that I would take the pen to question my husband? I think that kind of action was much too stupid. Changing myself from an audience to an actor in this play was the same as digging my own grave. Therefore, I think it would be better for the film emperor to take that task. After all he looked a bit simple-minded.

But before that, I needed to give him some guidance. I took a deep breath and reasoned, “What if it’s fake? Maybe it was just synthesized…”

“Impossible!” The film emperor exclaimed, “How could this be synthesized?”

“Nevertheless, I still want to hear it from my husband himself.” I stated. I got up, intending to leave. I didn’t finish my cappuccino. The cup was still hot.

When I stood up, I feigned carelessness in getting my balance that I almost fell down. The film emperor grabbed and shoulder and supported me from across the table. Seeing that I regained my balance and was now standing straight, he slowly released his hand, warning me, “Be careful.”

“En.” I whispered and continued to leave with my briefcase.

I don’t know if the film emperor will personally ask the childhood sweetheart. I estimated that the probability of that happening was approximately 71.541%. But it will only be a brief interlude and nothing much.

After quite a bit of distance from leaving the coffee shop, I began to laugh. Today was a good day in further improving my façade. I had a great time.