Chapter 106 - Chapter 106 diary

After Zhao Siqing and Nalan Yanran separated, she did not go home directly because she was worried that du Wei would come looking for her again.

She used the fake ID that NA LAN had prepared for her to find a hotel and checked in.

After arriving at the hotel, Zhao Siqing first took the diary and USB drive into the bathroom and placed it where she could see it.

Then, she took a shower and put on a bathrobe. She did not bother to dry her hair and climbed onto the bed to hurriedly read Chu Yue's diary.

[ February 1st. Today is another day of being dragged to accompany a guest. The other party is a nouveau riche. He is the same age as my father. There is a foul smell of smoke on his body. I closed my eyes and pretended to cater to him. ]

[ February 6th. Today's guest is a bureau chief with some perverted hobbies. I cried so miserably that I wanted to die, but I did not dare. ]

[ February 15th. A good friend died in someone else's bed yesterday. I don't know if I will have that day too. ]

[ February 17th. Recently, I have been arranged a little frequently. Du Wei said that this is because she thinks highly of me. I am going to be famous soon. After I become famous, do I not have to do these disgusting things anymore? ]

...

[15th of August. I've become what everyone calls a new flower girl, a pure and innocent jade girl. But actually, I'm very dirty. ]

[16th of September. I thought that after I become famous, I would be able to avoid this kind of arrangement and trade, but I was too naive. The so-called change is just that the guests I need to serve are a little more advanced. ]

[18th of October. Today, I'm accompanying a rich young master from a wealthy family. He thinks that people like us are dirty and won't touch me. I'm a little happy. ]

[1st of November. When will this kind of day end? Doctor Zhao comforted me that all the suffering will eventually pass, but I don't think mine will. ]

[ November 10th. I've always regretted it. I regret my choice back then. If I could go back to the past, I would definitely tell myself not to knock on du Wei's room door. ]

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Zhao Siqing leaned against the headboard of the hotel and flipped through Chu Yue's diary page by page with an indescribable heaviness.

The diary was very short and recorded Chu Yue's situation over the past few years.

It turned out that she had not told her the truth back then. She had not been raped. Instead, she had accepted the unspoken rules in order to get a role.

At that time, Chu Yue's family was in a difficult situation, and she desperately hoped that she could become famous.

Coupled with the flashy temptation in the entertainment industry, she could not resist du Wei's invitation in the end.

But she did not expect that Du Wei was not only a gold-medal manager, but also a devil.

The night she knocked on du Wei's door, the person inside was not du Wei, but a man that Du Wei had arranged.

Du Wei had taken a video of Chu Yue having sex with the man, and since then, she had been using it as a threat.

In the early stages, Chu Yue was shocked and afraid. Du Wei had used rich resources to entice Chu Yue, and at the same time, she used the video as a threat.

Under such circumstances, Chu Yue, a young girl who had just entered the entertainment industry, could not withstand it at all.

As if she was holding onto a broken jar, she once again accepted Du Wei's arrangement.

Du Wei seemed to understand the defensive line of a woman's heart, breaking her sense of shame time and time again.

From taking large-scale photos, to being forced to sleep with two men at the same time... ...

Chu Yue sank deeper and deeper, as if she had fallen into a swamp.

It was not that she had not struggled and resisted, but unfortunately, what awaited her would be an even crueler punishment.

At the same time, Chu Yue's reputation was also rising. Her popularity was increasing, and her fans were also increasing.

This woman who had been humiliated in secret had become a glamorous celebrity on the surface.

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