DF Chapter 29
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She was always the type of girl who could cry from pain and yet still smile and say how beautiful the color purple was.
Zhen Yi walked up to Song Yi’s hospital room, and even before stepping inside, she could hear the conversation happening within. The tone wasn’t that of a hospital visit but rather one that belonged in a courtroom:
“Mr. Ge, you’re saying the defendant is a prostitute, and your sexual encounter was pre-arranged and not forced?”
“Yes.”
“When was this arrangement made?”
“That day.”
“On the day of the incident?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“On the roadside.”
“Which roadside?”
“Chong… Chongming Road.”
“Which part of Chongming Road?”
“Next to Sanbian Park.”
“The park known for its poor security?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. There were many streetwalkers around her. She looked more upscale, so we rolled down the window and asked her. She said she wasn’t a streetwalker, but a model and had a higher price.”
“Recalling it so clearly, you must be telling the truth.”
“It is the truth.”
“Good, Mr. Ge. You should be aware that Sanbian Park has surveillance cameras, and none captured you.”
“I… I misremembered. No, wait. It wasn’t…”
“You didn’t misremember. You lied. Do you understand the consequences of lying under oath?”
“I…”
“Of course, I should admit first—Sanbian Park doesn’t have any cameras…”
Zhen Yi knocked on the door, and the conversation inside abruptly stopped. “Come in.”
As she opened the door, she found Song Yi sitting alone in her hospital bed, reading her script and practicing lines—playing both parts of a conversation herself.
“You’re working even while hospitalized?” Zhen Yi glanced at the cast on Song Yi’s leg.
“I can’t stay idle,” Song Yi replied coolly.
“Why not ask your assistant to help you with the lines?”
“She’s unprofessional. I don’t like it,” Song Yi responded, glancing at her. “Did someone hit you?”
Zhen Yi couldn’t be bothered to explain and changed the subject. “By the way, there’s been a break in the case. Ecstasy’s manager is on the run. He’s the primary suspect now.”
Song Yi didn’t seem interested. “So, is our cooperation coming to an end?”
“Almost. Also, regarding the compensation negotiations, my colleague Yang Zi is more experienced in that area,” Zhen Yi said, glancing at her watch. “She should be here soon.”
Out of nowhere, Song Yi said, “You don’t like me as a client, do you?”
Zhen Yi paused for a moment, then replied honestly, “To be truthful, I don’t dislike you, but I don’t like you either.”
Song Yi quietly looked away, returning her gaze to her script. “I want to watch a movie. There’s a disc in the drawer. Could you put it on for me?” It was the recently popular film Song Yi had starred in, My Beloved Bones.
Zhen Yi raised an eyebrow. “Critics said your performance in this movie was extraordinary. Do actors actually watch their own films?”
“Oh, I just want to see how the other actors were reduced to trash in comparison to me.”
“…Do your fans know you’re like this?”
The movie began, showing Song Yi’s character walking through a wheat field. She was wearing a simple straw hat, an oversized farmer’s shirt, barefoot, humming a tune. There was an inexplicable beauty to the scene, instantly transporting Zhen Yi back to summer. She found herself liking the movie immediately and said, “Can you give me an autograph? My sister is a big fan of yours.”
“If you want an autograph, just ask for one directly,” Song Yi scoffed.
“It’s really for my sister.”
“Your sister isn’t named Zhen Xin, is she?”
“…Actually, she is.”
Taking the notebook from Zhen Yi without a word, Song Yi swiftly signed her name.
Zhen Yi looked at the autograph and saw: Zhen Yi, don’t fall in love with me, because I won’t love you back.
“…”
At that moment, a romantic scene appeared in the movie. The young girl and boy were flirting in the grass. The atmosphere was intimate, but Song Yi seemed completely unbothered.
“Zhen Yi, do you know something?” she suddenly said. “Stories always portray sex as something beautiful. I find that so fake. I’m always in pain during those times. For women, it’s actually really uncomfortable.”
“…Are we that close?” Zhen Yi wondered to herself.
