The poster featured a giant image of Jian Chenxi, dressed in a white princess gown, glancing back with a smile in the forest. Her eyebrows were exquisitely shaped, her lips slightly curled. The woman in the painting resembled an elf, stunning and extraordinary.
The lower part of the poster showcased a large, flamboyant font, spelling out the name of her latest album, "Chasing Memories."
Chasing Memories of Days Gone By"—the most powerful creation from SE’s prominent planner Lu Niange for SE’s rising pop star Jian Chenxi!
Ling Momo lifted her head, looking at the woman in the picture with a charming smile, her gaze growing bit by bit colder.
She gently raised her pure, slender fingers, slowly caressing Jian Chenxi’s eyebrows and eyes, her lips curved, seemingly cold and chilly, "More and more glamorous and dazzling... Now you’re known to everyone, so lofty and proud... aren’t you?"
Ling Momo’s fingers traced down from Jian Chenxi’s eyebrows to the corner of her lips, "But, all this glamour and shine were stolen. Are you at peace with this?"
Ling Momo’s fingers finally stopped on the three words "Lu Niange." The smile at the corner of her mouth gradually transformed into hatred. "I, Ling Momo, may be foolish but I won’t let anyone trample over me..."
Jian Chenxi, Jian Chenxi, don’t think for a second that I would let you step on me and be gone. As miserable as you’ve made my life now, I will repay you tenfold in the future!
Back then, as cruel and flamboyant as you were to me, now, as arrogant and proud, I will, in the days to come, gradually return it all to you!
No one in this world wants to die. Whether it was weakness or naivety back then, it was all in the past. After experiencing the current pain of being oppressed by you, losing love, dignity, and future, I’m no longer who I was. Google seaʀᴄh novel·fire·net
Jian Chenxi, I won’t admit defeat, nor will I resign myself to fate!
Ling Momo took a deep breath, biting her teeth silently, then she stretched out her finger and, with all her might, gouged her nails into the poster, brutally tearing out the eyes of the woman in the painting.
The exquisite piece instantly became somewhat grotesque and terrifying.
Yet, Ling Momo looked at the ruined poster with satisfaction, started to laugh, crumpled the paper in her hand twice, threw it fiercely to the side, turned around, and without waiting for the bus, instead walked away with sway and swagger.
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"I need you at the usual place."
The deep voice of Enson came through the phone. Ling Momo instantly awoke, sat up abruptly from the bed, and looked at the time. It was almost eleven at night.
"I’ll give you half an hour," Enson decisively commanded and then hung up the phone with a "click," giving Ling Momo no room for objection.
Ling Momo ruffled her hair, quickly got out of bed, threw on a dress haphazardly, slipped into high heels, and hurriedly went downstairs.
Finally flagging down a car, Ling Momo gave the address "Imperial Palace," then urged the driver to hurry up.
The car stopped on the street outside the "Imperial Palace." Ling Momo handed the driver a hundred-yuan note, saw that she still had five minutes to spare, and without asking for change, rushed toward the "Imperial Palace."
Ling Momo stood at the door of the most expensive, luxurious room in the "Imperial Palace" precisely at the half-hour mark.
She hastily pushed the door open. Inside, it was pitch black. Ling Momo instinctively raised her hand to flick the switch. However, before she could lift her hand, she was grabbed by someone standing at the door, who flung her onto the bed.