The elevator ascended, reaching the floor, and the door opened directly into the apartment.
The room was dark, except for the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows which were drawn open, allowing the moonlight and neon light to filter in and cast everything with an otherworldly glow.
Xia Siyu first pressed a button to close the curtains. After turning on the lights, a whole wall in the room prominently featured a huge poster of Xia Siyu turned into a mural.
And the decor around the room was also obviously to her taste.
However, it seemed as though no one had lived in the house for a long time; although it was exceptionally clean, it lacked any sign of life.
Xia Siyu changed into slippers and, familiar with the place, made her way inside, turning on the bedroom light. Opening the wardrobe, she found a variety of clothes sorted and folded, all in her size. She randomly chose a set of pajamas and was about to change when her phone rang.
Xia Siyu put the clothes aside and picked up the phone. The message was from her agent, Qin Baizhou: "I already know about the trending topic."
Just as Xia Siyu was about to reply, Qin Baizhou's call came in. She answered, "Hello?"
On the other end, it was noisy, as if he was in some sort of party, with dynamic music playing in the background and drunken voices speaking loudly. Qin Baizhou's voice was gentle, "I'm discussing business here. Earlier, two investors saw your news and were a bit shaken, but now there's basically no big problem. They'll contact us later, and we'll continue as per the contract."
Maybe it was because she was too tired, or maybe it was because too much had happened, but Xia Siyu sounded listless in her response.
She nodded, "Mhm."
"As for the incident where you hit someone, Zhongtian Group dares not say much—I have evidence of his infidelity and debauchery. If he dares to sue you, we can reveal the evidence, escalate the situation, and take the opportunity to clear your name."
Xia Siyu nodded again, "Okay."
"Being a trending search is both a mockery and a source of popularity. But even as popularity, don't overdo it. If you're not careful and it backfires, it won't be good for you or our team. Keep a low profile for a while."
Xia Siyu acknowledged with a sound, "Got it."
"Regarding films, there's no particularly good script at the moment. You've been shooting movies with big directors and big productions. My advice is to prefer quality over quantity and not to wear out your spiritual energy on bad films. After all, you've had enough exposure for now."
Xia Siyu neither agreed nor disagreed, humming lightly in response.
"You rest up for now, I'll be back in a couple of days."
After hanging up, Xia Siyu tossed her phone aside and lay down at the head of the bed. She collapsed lethargically, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
After staring blankly for a while, she suddenly stretched out her legs and, as if pedaling a bike, angrily kicked at the void a few times. Then she turned over and buried her head in the pillow.
In the room, one could vaguely hear her biting back curses: "Bo Yan, you bastard, a complete bastard!"
Unbeknownst to her, at the moment she released her rage, the very person she was cursing by name was standing at the elevator entrance on the negative first floor of Qingcheng Apartment. His long fingers reached out to press the elevator button but, after pausing for a long time, slowly retracted and went into his pocket, clenching into a fist.
Seconds later, the man turned and walked towards his Maybach, reopened the car door, and got in. Once the car started, it sped away, quickly disappearing into the night.