Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 842: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (55)

Although Mu Shi repeatedly assured him over the phone that everything was going smoothly in preparation for the trial, Song Yuesheng still went back in person to keep an eye on it for a week.

Only after she was sure that they had gotten the hang of it and the renovation of the orphanage was proceeding in an orderly manner did she drive to the sales office to go through the purchase procedures for the courtyard house.

"Miss Song has a good eye." The sales manager enthusiastically led her through the moon-shaped door. "This courtyard has a history of hundreds of years. Look at the carvings on the eaves. They were all carved by the master craftsman he hired back then."

Song Yuesheng listened nonchalantly, her fingertips gently caressing the mottled red lacquer columns. The sunlight filtered through the branches of the ginkgo tree, casting tiny spots of light on her face.

"The previous owner settled abroad, and this yard has been empty for nearly twenty years." The manager pushed open the carved wooden door of the main room, and dust flew in the beam of light. "The furniture is all new. If you don't like this style, you can redecorate it at any time..."

Although the fact was that the homeowner had an accident, the girl was obviously from another place and didn’t know about the news back then.

It would be best if it could be sold.

Song Yuesheng's eyes swept over the unfamiliar mahogany furniture and the brand new antique display cabinet, and he felt a dull pain in his chest.

There is no trace of the past here. Even the place where her mother's favorite blue and white porcelain vase was placed has been replaced by a Western clock that she doesn't recognize.

Everything has changed.

Song Yuesheng clenched the strap of his bag tightly in his hand until his knuckles turned white.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped at the west kitchen door.

On the mottled wall, three faded pencil lines are still clearly visible - the bottom one is indigo, the middle one is cinnabar red, and the top one is close to the door frame and is emerald green.

Her eyes suddenly became hot.

"Ms. Song?" The manager turned around in confusion.

"It's okay." She wiped her eyes quickly, her voice a little hoarse, "In the past... my hometown also did this, drawing height lines on the wall every year." Her fingers unconsciously stroked the emerald green mark, "Suddenly I saw it, a little..."

The last few words disappeared in the wind.

The manager secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a warm smile on his face: "Ms. Song is really a person of character. The most precious thing about this old house is that it carries the memories of the years."

He rubbed his hands and deliberately lowered his voice, "In this fast-paced city, it's not easy to find a place for the soul to rest."

Song Yuesheng stared at the faded height line quietly, and spoke after a while: "Let's sign the contract here."

"Okay!" The manager was overjoyed and hurriedly took out the documents from his briefcase. "Ms. Song, please come this way. We will handle the formalities right away."

When Song Yuesheng returned to the yard alone with the new property certificate, the sun was shining obliquely on the unopened crabapple tree. She reached out and touched the rough bark, and her fingertips were stained with some moss.

Fortunately, this crabapple tree was not transplanted.

"Excuse me, is this the Song family at No. 23 Qingliu Lane?"

A gentle male voice came from the door, and Song Yuesheng responded subconsciously: "Yes."

Then he realized something and turned back suddenly——

Xu Yanheng leaned against the door frame with mottled vermilion paint, wearing a light grey cashmere sweater. When he saw her turn around, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes behind the lenses smiling.

"Are you still in Yuncheng?" Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

"The Chinese Medicine University has a series of lectures." Xu Yanheng walked over and said, "Shengsheng, will you take me in when I'm homeless?"

In fact, after she left that night, the five of them reached a brief reconciliation.

Shengsheng's condition requires someone to look after her, and his identity as a doctor gives him the best excuse, so they go to deal with Shen Zhirang's affairs.

Of course, he also had to report her situation to the group in real time - but he did not intend to abide by this agreement.

Song Yuesheng stood with his arms folded: "This place needs to be renovated, and I have to live in a hotel by myself, how can I take him in?"

"A hotel is fine too." Xu Yanheng had already walked in front of her, his tall figure looming over her, "As long as I can follow you, I can sleep on the street."

The white breath he exhaled brushed the ends of her hair as he spoke.

Song Yuesheng stared at him for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked into the house: "If you have nothing to do now, accompany me to the furniture store."

There was a hint of compromise in her voice.

"This yard is too big, and there are too many things to buy."

Xu Yanheng quickly followed, his fingers brushing against her sleeves inadvertently: "Okay."

Behind them, the sunlight shone on the three faded height lines, as if giving the old times a gentle golden edge.

At the same time, in the Saint Laurent Auditorium in the suburbs of Lincheng, crystal chandeliers reflected bright light, and tens of thousands of champagne roses and white gauze intertwined into a romantic dome.

The candlesticks on both sides of the red carpet flickered with warm flames, each guest chair was tied with exquisite pearl ribbons, and even the air was filled with expensive perfumes and floral scents.

Every detail of this wedding shows the importance the Pei family attaches to this marriage.

"Ms. Song's skin is so good, like the finest mutton-fat jade." The makeup artist carefully put on the diamond earrings for her and couldn't help but exclaim, "You can't even see the pores."

"Yes," the assistant held up the hem of the wedding dress, eyes full of amazement, "With this kind of temperament, people would believe she is a top star."

Song Yue looked at herself in the mirror - the snow-white wedding dress outlined her perfect waistline, and the diamond crown sparkled in her hair.

She lowered her eyelashes and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks: "You are exaggerating..." Her voice was soft, but it couldn't hide the smile on the corner of her mouth.

The binding between her and Pei Yu given by the system was just to help old lady Pei, and then the old lady put pressure on Pei Yu to get the marriage certificate with her first.

It was up to her to make the wedding happen, which was reported by the Lincheng media.

As long as it is reported and publicized by the media, her relationship with Pei Yu will be a done deal, and whatever she wants to do will be more reasonable.

Marry first, love later?

She’s been in those little worlds of success.

Ten o'clock in the morning was the time when the wedding was supposed to start.

Song Yue stood outside the side door of the auditorium, her fingertips unconsciously pinching into her palms.

Twenty minutes had passed, but there was still no entrance music.

"Mr. Pei..." There was noise coming from the staff's intercom and his expression became awkward.

Song Yue suddenly lifted her skirt and pushed the door open.

In the magnificent hall, the priest stood alone in front of the altar. Guests gathered in twos and threes, and some were hurriedly entering and leaving from the side door.

"did you find it?"

"Have you searched the East Garden?"

"The surveillance shows that he was still in the lounge ten minutes ago..."

Amid the constant inquiries, the hem of Song Yue's wedding dress swept across the rose petals scattered on the ground.

She stood in the middle of the red carpet, her diamond crown gleaming coldly under the light.

Pei Yu ran away from his marriage.

The light reflected by the crystal chandelier suddenly became dazzling.

There was a murmur of discussion among the guests. Someone noticed Song Yue standing at the door and leaned over to whisper in Mrs. Pei's ear.

The silver-haired old lady turned around suddenly, a trace of panic flashed across her well-maintained face, and the sandalwood cane in her hand knocked "dong" on the marble floor.

"Child..." Old Mrs. Pei came over tremblingly with the help of the younger generation. Her wrinkled hands wanted to hold Song Yue's cold fingers, "Grandma is sorry for you."

Her voice trembled, "Xiao Yu...left right after receiving the emergency notice. No one expected that he would be here today..."

Song Yue froze in place, her ears buzzing.

Her carefully painted eyelashes trembled and her nails dug deep into her palms.

Since ancient times, brides have always run away from marriages. Why did Pei Yu do that?

They've even got the marriage certificate, but she still disgusts him so much?

"Child," Mrs. Pei was still chattering, patting the back of her hand with her skinny hand, "Since it happened for a reason, don't be too picky with Xiaoyu. He has been obsessed with acting since he was a child..."

The old lady forced a smile and said, "When this is over, I will give you a more grand wedding..."

The whispers around suddenly amplified in Song Yue's ears——

"I heard that Master Pei was forced to marry by his family..."

"She's not a good match, and she's an orphan..."

"The Pei family has lost face this time..."

Every word felt like a knife stabbing my heart.

Song Yue pulled her hand back abruptly, and the hem of her wedding dress swept across the scattered rose petals. She forced herself to raise her chin and said, "Grandma, I'm leaving first."

The moment she turned around, the heavy wedding dress tripped her up. She stumbled two steps and fell on the red carpet with a crash, and the diamond crown fell with a clang.

"Miss Song!" someone exclaimed.

Song Yue pushed away the hand that was supporting her, grabbed the crown and rushed out the door without looking back.

"Pei Yu, you are great!" She smashed the crown to the ground, and the diamonds splashed with cold light on the asphalt road.

She must let him experience what it feels like to chase his wife to the crematorium - the kind where even the ashes are scattered!

[7342, what is Pei Yu's current favorability?]

no respond.

[7342?!]

Only the wind whistled past.

Song Yue bit her lips hard until she tasted blood.

Garbage system!

I actually got disconnected at this time!

"jingle--"

Inside the stretched Lincoln, the cell phone screen suddenly lit up.

The words "Ban Xiao" suddenly jumped into my eyes.

Song Yue took a deep breath, and when she pressed the answer button, her voice had returned to calm: "What? Are you not filming well? Call me when you have time?"

"Ms. Song!" Ban Xiao's clear voice came through the receiver, "The last play has been finished for a long time. The agent handed over a few new scripts, including TV series and movies..."

Her tone was carefully flattering, "I would like to ask for your help and advice. After all, it is thanks to your advice that I have achieved my current results."

Song Yue tapped the central armrest with her fingertips, calling out frantically in her heart: [7342! Quick analysis! Isn't this the key person you mentioned? Hurry up! This is a good opportunity to replenish energy!]

[Sizzle——]

After a burst of harsh electrical noise, the system's weak voice sounded intermittently: […The…movie…does…not…need…to…be…successful…]

Then there was complete silence.

"..."

Song Yue almost crushed the phone. This broken system failed at the critical moment!

"How about this," she suppressed her anger, her voice still gentle, "Send me all the scripts, and I'll have a professional team evaluate them and give you some advice."

"Thank you so much, Miss Song!" Ban Xiao's voice jumped up, "I'll send it to you right away!"

Three minutes after hanging up the phone, the phone vibrated repeatedly.

Song Yue slid open the screen and saw a dozen script covers neatly arranged.

She swiped around impatiently, eliminating all the film projects first - although the system spoke incoherently, she still heard the word "no" clearly.

My fingertips suddenly stopped at the cover of an S+-rated ancient puppet drama. The director was a leader in the industry, and the list of investors included several film and television giants.

Song Yue sneered and forwarded it to Ban Xiao without hesitation.

It started raining outside the car window at some point, and the wipers drew futile arcs on the glass.

Song Yue looked at her blurry reflection and suddenly remembered the gold-embossed date on the wedding invitation.

Today was supposed to be her most glorious day.

Just like the day we got our marriage certificate.

If it weren't for Old Lady Pei going to the Civil Affairs Bureau in person to watch, Pei Yu would have left.

Ah.

She will definitely make Pei Yu pay the price for escaping from marriage today.

The phone suddenly lit up again, and Ban Xiao sent a series of thank-you emojis. She locked the screen and threw the phone onto the seat opposite.

The luxury car drove through the puddle, and the splashing water wet the huge billboard of "Pei's Pictures" on the roadside.

On the poster, Pei Yu’s handsome face gradually becomes blurred in the rain.

The next morning, Song Yue returned to S City.

She stared at the teacup dog curled up on the velvet pillow, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

The usually lively little creature was now dying. Its snow-white fur had lost its luster, its pink nose was cracked and flaky, and its breathing was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

"What's going on?" She poked the puppy's head gently with her finger, "Is the energy consumed so quickly?"

"Woo..."

The puppy forced open its wet eyes, whimpered as softly as a mosquito's, and then closed them weakly again.

Song Yue's heart suddenly tightened.

In countless small worlds in the past, she had long been accustomed to relying on the help of the system.

Whether it's intelligence on target or plug-ins for critical moments, 7342 is always available on call.

Looking at the dying puppy at this moment, an unprecedented panic swept over my body.

What would she do without a system?

The moment this thought flashed through her mind, Song Yue had already wrapped the puppy in a cashmere scarf, rushed out of the house, and headed straight for the pet hospital.

"It could be hypoglycemia." The veterinarian pushed up his glasses and picked up the long, thin syringe. "Give me an injection of nutrient solution first and see."

The moment the needle pierces the skin——

"Ouch!" The puppy, who was originally dying, suddenly stood up and jumped up from the examination table.

The whole world seemed to be paused: the floating dog hair froze in mid-air, and the veterinarian's glasses reflected a strange light.

Before Song Yue could ask it how it was, the teacup dog turned into a stream of data and disappeared into the air with a "whoosh".

Time started flowing again. The veterinarian held up the empty syringe with a confused look on his face. "Where's your pet? Why did it suddenly run away?"

Song Yue quickly adjusted her expression: "The doctor is very skilled. He just gave it an injection and it healed, so he ran away."

She grabbed her bag and stood up, "Thank you."

As I walked out of the hospital gate, a cold wind hit me in the face.

[7342?] She called out in her heart, [Are you feeling better?]

silence.

Only the leaves of the sycamore tree rustled.

"Tsk." Song Yue kicked a stone away, feeling an inexplicable sense of grievance in her chest. I took it to the vet, but he didn't even say thank you?

She took out her cell phone, hovered her fingertips over Pei Yu's contact information for a moment, and then locked the screen again.

Isn’t it just about conquering the male protagonist?

Even without a system, she can still do it!