Chapter 128
Shen Huai was taken by Ye Cang to have a physical examination, and the results showed that everything was normal. His physical condition was much better than that of his peers.
Shen Huai didn't take these things to heart, thinking that he was just too tired lately. Since he had promised Tang Wanjun that he would accompany her to Hong Kong, he simply took a break.
Ye Cang still had work to do, so he could only watch Shen Huai leave with a resentful look. Shen Huai found it somewhat amusing and kissed his cheek: "I'll bring you a gift. Wait for me to come home."
Ye Cang touched his cheek. Although he had been comforted, he was still a little depressed.
After Shen Huai left, Ye Cang went back to his room to write songs, but he, who was usually very focused when working, couldn't concentrate at all at this moment. He took off his headphones and stood up to stretch his body.
The house was quiet. Chu Meibo and Song Yimian had gone out to film a movie, and Xue Chengge was still participating in a program. The entire villa complex was unusually quiet.
This gave Ye Cang a sense of panic, as if he had returned to the feeling of being trapped in the house alone after his death.
He had survived thirty years of solitude back then, but now that Shen Huai had only been gone for a few hours, he was already starting to lose his patience.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these emotions. He wasn't in the mood to write songs at the moment, so he simply took out his phone and started browsing Weibo.
Unexpectedly, I came across a post where someone bumped into Shen Huai at the airport. The blogger seemed to be a fan of Shen Huai, as the entire Weibo post was filled with excitement and surprise.
[I went to Hong Kong with my best friend and bumped into his manager at the airport. Oh my god, he's so handsome in person!! And he's so nice too. Not only did he agree to take a photo with us, but he even let us take a few more after the first one wasn't perfect. Aww, I love you forever, Mr. Shen!!]
Since his identity was revealed, Shen Huai has become a real-world domineering CEO, possessing good looks, wealth, and ability. Although he doesn't usually use Weibo, this post quickly attracted a lot of attention.
[I envy this young lady! Mr. Shen is so handsome in person! I want to take a photo with him too!]
I'm so jealous!
【Huaihuai is mine! Gentlemen, draw your swords!】
[Get lost, LS! Huaihuai is in my bed!]
Why can't CEO Shen debut?! Even CEO Guo from Guanrui next door has debuted! (Just kidding!)
Ye Cang felt incredibly jealous watching the various female fans and girlfriends below desperately confessing their love.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about it. In the end, he angrily searched for all the Weibo posts related to "Cang Huai" and liked them one by one.
Your dad's fans: ? ? ?
Although they were quite confused for a while, as silly fans of silly bloggers, they quickly found a reason for your dad.
On the Cultivation of a CP Fan
Our dad's main job is being a fan of celebrity couples, and his side job is being a music blogger.
Wait, am I the only one who thinks Dad has suffered some kind of trauma?
[For example, when your wife isn't home?]
Ye Cang: "..."
That hurts.
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After getting off the plane, Shen Huai followed Tang Wanjun's instructions and took a car to the cemetery.
He glanced at Tang Wanjun sitting in the back seat. She was staring blankly out the window, her eyes filled with a sense of nostalgia, yet also with more complex emotions.
Upon arriving at the cemetery, Shen Huai bought a bouquet of flowers and followed Tang Wanjun slowly inside.
The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain. The cemetery was quiet and there were few people around.
Neither Shen Huai nor Tang Wanjun spoke. After walking for a while, Tang Wanjun stopped.
In front of her was a simple cemetery, the tombstone neatly swept clean, with flowers and fruit placed in front of it. On the tombstone was a photograph of a smiling girl who looked exactly like her.
This is Tang Wanjun's own grave.
In fact, Shen Huai had already guessed it after Tang Wanjun mentioned the name of the cemetery.
Although Tang Wanjun has been dead for many years and is still a ghost, it still takes a lot of courage to actually face yourself lying in the grave.
Shen Huai said nothing, but silently placed the bouquet in front of the grave, then walked away, considerately giving Tang Wanjun some time alone.
The cemetery is very large and contains the remains of many famous people. A quick glance reveals neat rows of tombstones, creating a solemn yet somewhat eerie atmosphere.
Ever since Shen Huai developed this ability to see ghosts, he has become extremely worried when he comes to places like this.
A damp breeze blew by before the rain. Shen Huai glanced back at the other side of the corridor and saw a figure pass through a row of tombstones, but when he looked closely, the figure had disappeared.
Shen Huai frowned slightly and was about to walk in that direction when Tang Wanjun walked over, directly drawing Shen Huai's attention away.
Although Tang Wanjun seemed a little down, Shen Huai felt that she seemed to have taken off the shackles in her heart, and she looked much brighter.
The two slowly walked down the mountain, but unexpectedly it started raining halfway down. Shen Huai hurriedly ran to a pavilion to take shelter from the rain.
Looking at the drizzling rain, Tang Wanjun suddenly said, "You must all be very curious about who killed me, right?"
Shen Huai was slightly taken aback, not expecting Tang Wanjun to bring up this matter on her own initiative.
Tang Wanjun chuckled lightly: "I know many people are guessing that it was my agent who did it. When I was alive, we didn't get along, but to be honest, she didn't really hate me to the point of wanting to kill me."
Shen Huai realized something: "You..."
Tang Wanjun let out a long sigh: "Probably no one would have thought that the person who killed me would be my own sister."
Shen Huai stared at her in shock.
"Surprised?" Tang Wanjun laughed. "I was surprised too. She's two years older than me. I always thought that although our relationship wasn't great, I supported my whole family and sent my nieces and nephews to school. Even if she wasn't grateful to me, she shouldn't hate me, right?"
“But I was wrong. She just hated me. Back then, my family was poor, and my parents married her off to an old drunkard for dowry money. Originally, my fate was the same as hers, but I ended up working for a record company. While she was being beaten by the old drunkard at home, I was singing and dancing on stage. While she was struggling to give birth to her third child in the hospital, I was already famous throughout Hong Kong.”
“I once advised her to get a divorce, but she refused. Our relationship deteriorated to a point where the old drunkard got drunk, fell into the river, and drowned. I thought our relationship would improve, but I was wrong. She blamed everything on me. No matter what I did, as long as I was alive, it was an irony to her failed life.”
Tang Wanjun spoke casually, but Shen Huai felt a pang of sadness. He said in a low voice, "This is not your fault. Everything you have is the result of your own hard work. Only cowardly and incompetent people would shift the blame for their failures onto others."
Tang Wanjun stared at him blankly, then suddenly laughed: "Yes, you're right, that's what he said too."
Tang Wanjun didn't say who "he" was, but Shen Huai had already guessed. Tang Wanjun's personality seemed carefree, but she was actually extremely sensitive. She died in that situation, and if no one had comforted her, she might not be the way she is now.
However, Shen Huai didn't ask. Just as he had said before, everyone has their own desires, and as long as Tang Wanjun didn't say anything, he would respect her decision.
After the two descended the mountain, Tang Wanjun became a dutiful guide. She has always loved to eat, and although her company had previously prevented her from doing so, she still managed to sneak in a few times. She knows all the little shops hidden in the alleys of Hong Kong like the back of her hand.
Shen Huai knew she was in a bad mood today and wanted to cheer her up, so he let her be.
By the time they returned to the hotel that evening, Tang Wanjun had fully recovered and looked completely normal, without a trace of gloom.
Seeing this, Shen Huai said, "I've booked a room for you. You should go back and rest early."
Tang Wanjun nodded, and before Shen Huai could say anything, she passed directly through the wall, but quickly returned with a soft scream.
Shen Huai said helplessly, "It's the other side."
Tang Wanjun stuck out her tongue, then followed his directions and went straight through the wall. Before Shen Huai could even feel relieved, she poked her head out from the wall again and whispered, "Thank you for today!"
Shen Huai was inexplicably given a "good person" card, which made him both amused and exasperated. Tang Wanjun finished speaking and "whoosh" she was back in time.
Shen Huai smiled helplessly and shook his head.
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The night after the rain was particularly cool. The neon lights of Hong Kong illuminated the city in a riot of colors. People in the streets were noisy and bustling. The roads were filled with traffic, and the long line of cars looked like a shimmering silver stream. The screens on the exterior walls of the high-rise buildings displayed the most famous artists of the day. The employees in the company were yawning and working overtime day and night.
Pei Ran sat on the roof of the hotel, looking at everything before her.
He was born in Hong Kong, grew up in Hong Kong, became famous in Hong Kong, and dedicated his life to Hong Kong. On the day he died, he had no resentment, but rather a sense of relief.
This feeling of being relieved of a heavy burden made him feel very relaxed.
But upon returning to Hong Kong, everything before him gave him a feeling that was both familiar and strange.
Just as he was deep in thought, a laughing voice suddenly came from beside him: "I knew you'd be here!"
Pei Ran didn't turn around; he already knew who it was.
He said softly, "How did you know I was here?"
Tang Wanjun sat down next to him and said, "You've always liked sitting at the highest point of the Hong Kong Coliseum, and you've never changed that habit, so I guessed you should be here. Was I right?"
Pei Ran laughed, but unconsciously coughed a few times.
He was a ghost, and normally he wouldn't cough, but perhaps the pain he suffered before death prevented him from completely forgetting it, so he developed this habit.
Tang Wanjun looked at his profile, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I've figured it out. I want to move on. I want a new life."
Pei Ran was taken aback for a moment, then smiled gently: "Congratulations."
Tang Wanjun stood up with her hands on her hips and pointed to the Hong Kong Coliseum in the distance: "I will definitely come back there to hold a concert again in the future!"
Holding a concert in Hong Kong, specifically at the Hong Kong Coliseum, is the most important indicator of an artist's popularity.
But the Tang Wanjun of the past, let alone such a lofty goal, she wouldn't even want to be reborn.
Watching her change step by step, Pei Ran couldn't help but sigh, "Shen Huai is a very good person."
Tang Wanjun nodded: "Yes, he's a really nice person!"
She was incredibly shy in front of Shen Huai, even hesitating for a long time before saying thank you. But in front of Pei Ran, she was completely at ease: "Not only him, Ye Cang, Sister Mei, and Lao Guo are all good people. If you meet them, you'll definitely be able to become friends!"
Pei Ran didn't say anything, but simply reached out and patted Tang Wanjun's head.
Tang Wanjun quickly pulled his hand away: "I'm not a child anymore, don't touch my head every time."
Pei Ran laughed: "Who was it that was clearly a ghost, yet was afraid of ghosts?"
Tang Wanjun: "..."
She retorted angrily, "Why bring up such old news!" Then, suspiciously, she added, "You're not deliberately changing the subject, are you?"
"How could that be?" Pei Ran looked completely innocent. "You're just being too sensitive."
Tang Wanjun had known him for many years and was very clear about his true nature, which was cunning and manipulative. She always felt that he was hiding something from her.
However, she was no match for Pei Ran. With just a few words, Pei Ran diverted her attention, and she forgot what she had originally wanted to ask.
After Tang Wanjun went back to rest, Pei Ran's smile turned cold. He reached out and pulled a dark shadow from the night. The shadow was exposed to the moonlight, revealing a terrifying face. Although it was still recognizable as human, its eyes had long lost their humanity, leaving only greed and viciousness.
Pei Ran squeezed it to death with a slight pressure.