PFC Chapter 342: The male protagonist of this soul-swap story is quite rebellious.
Chapter 342: The male protagonist of this soul-swap story is quite rebellious.
Yun Qing answered the phone, and her agent's cheerful voice came from the other end, "Yun Qing! Your chance has come!"
Then Yunqing listened as she listed a series of very good offers, letting her choose whichever she wanted.
Yun Qing paused for a moment, then asked, "Sister Xia, has our company been acquired?"
Xia Wen immediately spat twice, "Song Yunqing! If you can't speak properly, then shut up! If the big boss hears this, you'll be in for a world of trouble!"
Yun Qing felt very innocent. "Otherwise, how come the company's resources suddenly became so good?"
Xia Wen explained, "It's not that the company's resources have improved, it's that your resources have improved. These announcements specifically request you."
"Don't worry, I had someone investigate. There was no conspiracy or trickery involved. They all approached you voluntarily, and their reasons for being interested in you are quite valid."
"In that video where Wen Yu was being attacked online, weren't you another person involved? You gained a lot of popularity and fans because of it, and people finally abandoned their prejudices and discovered your good looks."
"Moreover, Wen Yu is currently being criticized by the entire internet. If you, as her rival, were to say something, wouldn't that generate buzz? That's why you've received many offers for variety shows."
"As for the scripts, I've read them, and they are indeed all suitable for you. Originally, you had Wen Yu as a formidable rival, but now that Wen Yu is clearly out of luck, isn't this a win for you?"
Yun Qing wasn't blinded by the windfall and calmly said, "Let me take a look at the script first."
“Okay, you can watch variety shows too. I think it might not be a bad thing for the audience to get to know the real you.”
Didn't this video gain you more followers?
Yun Qing lay on the bed, looking at the script that Sister Xia had sent her, but she was somewhat absent-minded.
She looked up at the milk candy on the bedside table and began to drift off into thought.
After a while, she suddenly threw the script in her hand onto the bedside table and threw herself onto the bed, rolling around and howling.
After rolling around for a while, she flattened herself out, stared at the ceiling, and solemnly read in a broadcasting voice, "Feeling sorry for a man will make you unhappy."
"I am not familiar with He Chengyi."
"He Chengyi deserves a beating."
She recited it three times in a row. After she finished, she slapped her forehead, as if she had completed an exorcism ritual. She breathed a sigh of relief and a faint smile appeared on her lips, looking completely conscious.
The effect only lasted three seconds before she suddenly covered her face and started sobbing.
But he's so pitiful! So pitiful that even a stranger would feel sorry for him.
She and He Chengyi had become friends, and he even bought her candy. Isn't it said that you're obligated to accept gifts and food?
He is still a patient with dissociative identity disorder. Perhaps no one in the He family cares about his condition. No, perhaps no one in the He family even knows that he is ill.
The more I think about it, the more I realize how miserable he is.
Just as Yun Qing was about to roll around a few more times, her phone rang.
She reached for her phone and glanced at it. When she saw that it was a video call from He Chengyi, she sat up abruptly.
He Chengyi is so savvy!
Then she cleared her throat, answered the call casually, and asked aloofly, "Mr. He, is there something you need?"
On the other end of the video, He Chengyi, having washed away the bad luck, was drying his hair with a towel. His gaze lingered on the tuft of hair sticking up on her head for a moment before he said, "Nothing important, just checking if Miss Song got home safely."
"Oh……"
Yun Qing responded absentmindedly, stared at his dripping hair for a while, and suddenly said, "President He, I have a rather impolite request."
He Chengyi paused for a moment, looked at her and said, "Tell me."
"Um... could you go get a piece of candy?"
He Cheng was taken aback. What kind of request was this?
He asked in confusion, "Is it because the milk candy I bought is not good? I remember buying the same kind as what you ate."
"No."
Yun Qing changed her position, lying face down on the bed, feeling a sense of boundless relaxation.
She rested her chin on her hand, stared at the person on her phone screen for a while, and finally sighed, whispering, "...Never mind."
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, He Chengyi didn't ask any further questions. After putting down the towel in his hand, he said, "I don't usually like sweets. Let me go downstairs and see if there are any at home."
Yun Qing instantly perked up, wiggled her toes, and exclaimed, "Okay!"
He Chengyi's family didn't have much candy, and in the end, he had to ask the servants to get a jar of rock sugar for cooking.
He took one, put it in his mouth, and asked, "Is this okay?"
Yun Qing nodded and asked, "Is it sweet?"
"It's quite sweet."
Yun Qing felt much better. She picked up a milk candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. With her cheeks puffed out, she said, "This brand of milk candy is really good. It's big, the sweetness is just right, not too cloying, and the milk flavor is rich. It's very satisfying to chew. What do you think?"
He Chengyi touched the rock candy in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, his voice carrying a hint of relaxed laziness, "Hmm, I'll have someone buy some tomorrow."
"There's also a fruit candy..."
Yun Qing rattled off a list of candies she thought were delicious, and He Chengyi listened patiently, writing them down one by one, promising to buy some to try.
Yun Qing had felt bad after hearing about his experiences and wanted to offer him some quiet comfort.
In the end, however, I felt comforted.
She felt that her mother and sister were right; He Chengyi was indeed a very good person.
Even with such a terrible childhood, one can still warm another person's heart without asking why.
Having a friend like that must be a very good thing.
He Chengyi had no idea what kind of misunderstanding Yun Qing had about him. He watched as Yun Qing reached for her fourth milk candy and couldn't help but say, "Miss Song, don't eat too much candy. You still need to be more moderate."
Yun Qing held the candy in her hand, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't put it back. "The last one."
After quickly stuffing the candy into her mouth, she said, "Mr. He, you can call me by my name. We're friends now, so there's no need to be so formal, is there?"
He Chengyi smiled faintly and whispered, "Qingqing..."
Yun Qing: ...Isn't this a bit too familiar?
Moreover, He Chengyi's voice was already pleasant to hear, and when he called her that, it had a strangely alluring quality, like a whisper in her ear, making her ears burn.
Yun Qing quickly reached out and secretly pinched herself. It was just an illusion! It was all an illusion!
It's all her mother's fault for always nagging her about dating, making her overthink things.
How could she taint their pure friendship!
So when He Chengyi suggested that she should reciprocate by calling him by his name, Yun Qing's expression was as firm as if she were about to join the Party. She pronounced his name clearly and accurately, "He Chengyi."
He Chengyi: ...We don't seem to be that much more familiar with each other.
He took the jar of rock candy, reached out and took another piece of candy, and said in a low voice with his eyes downcast, "I thought we were good friends, but it seems we haven't reached that point yet. I was just being presumptuous."
His sudden appearance of being deeply hurt startled Yun Qing, who already thought he was pitiful and fragile. Fearing that his already broken heart would shatter into pieces, she quickly said, "No, He Chengyi, don't overthink it..."
She was speaking when the rock candy He Chengyi was holding suddenly fell from his fingers. He looked up and glanced around, and when his gaze fell on the phone standing on the table, his eyes widened instantly, revealing a shocked and disbelieving expression.
Yun Qing: !!!
No! Could this be a secondary personality?
Did I trigger He Chengyi's alternate personality?!
Waaaaah... I deserve to die!