True Star (巨星) [DROPPED]

Chapter 125: Concern

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This translation belongs to the translators and proofreaders of Giraffe Corps.

Whenever two armies fought, the general could always be found sitting at the rear commanding his troops; the ones charging into the battlefield and sacrificing themselves were always the expendable soldiers.

Of course, one couldn't forget about the emperor reclining in his palace and enjoying the luxuries of life, while leaving everything having to do with war for the general to toil through.

Tang Feng didn't know what their situation amounted to right now, but he was certain that he was merely a chess piece in Lu Tian Chen's hands, while Ge Chen was Su Qi Cheng's pawn. Their two emperors were deliberating moves and initiating plans behind the scenes, while they could only rush forward and fight hand-to-hand in a brutal brawl.

After the kidnapping, Su Qi Cheng had managed to grab hold of Tang Feng's "weakness." Fake rumors about Tang Feng began spreading online like a disease: Tang Feng has his feet in two ships at the same time. He only managed to crawl up the ladder by relying on the unspoken rules...

Unwilling to be left out, other news hubs began publishing scandals about the "angelic" Ge Chen: His popularity is a result of his sleeping around. He is the "lady boss" of Su Entertainment...

Tang Feng felt irritated no matter which side of the news he looked at. Neither side was winning. What kind of battle were they fighting here?

The actor pulled open a drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes. He moved to the balcony and sat down in a chair. A flick of the lighter and a flame lit up the deep colors of the night. With the cigarette hanging from his mouth, Tang Feng leaned into the flame to light it up. Smoke from the quietly burning tobacco quickly rose up in spirals and filled the air.

Tang Feng took a light drag. The smoke proved too pungent for him after having not touched a cigarette in years. He coughed a few times and only got used to the slightly bitter taste after it pervaded the entirety of his mouth. He languidly blew out a circle of white smoke. The smoke hung sluggishly like mist in the dark before dissipating into the cold night.

The night was heavy. The city was lit by the splendor of endless lights, but it was a weak illusion of prosperity. A short-lived deception. Fragile enough that it could be blown away with a single breath, revealing the dirty steel and harsh concrete underneath, cold and foul.

The only things that were forever in this city were the moon and the stars, studded in the dark drape of the night and dazzling the eyes with their brilliant gleams.

The burnt end of the cigarette fell onto the ground and had its light extinguished. Tang Feng drew his legs in and buried his head into his knees. What had he been doing for these past few months? Had he been focusing too much attention on the baseless scandals that enveloped him like a tide?