Chapter 18

It had to be said that the sheer power of how the film emperor’s performance was beyond my imagination. Just that night, the childhood sweetheart’s agent came out to explain that there wasn’t any relationship between the film emperor and the childhood sweetheart. That response was tantamount to immediately publicly denying all the comments the childhood sweetheart had previously made in his Weibo the past several days. It was equivalent to him ruthlessly slapping his face with his own hand.

It could be assumed that it was the film emperor who took the recording to the childhood sweetheart.

For a while, people were enthusiastically discussing the topic.

The film emperor and childhood sweetheart’s fans began to relentlessly quarrel again. This time, I deliberately bought a water army to lead the cause of the statement towards the childhood sweetheart. I let the water army gradually point out all sorts of suspicious actions made by the childhood sweetheart and my husband at various public places and then pull out the opinions made of the public voices that led to the aforementioned breakup.

I believe that human beings are a type of advanced animals that can think. Psychologically, due to some kind of rebellious thoughts, people are more willing to believe their own conclusions rather than what others tell them to. As long as they think about it for a little bit, they will be able to get the conclusion I meticulously guided them to.

As expected, a few days later, people made comments cursing the childhood sweetheart. They believed that the childhood sweetheart made the film emperor wear a green hat [1] but didn’t dare admit it and also hired a water army to throw a black pot over the film emperor’s head [2] .

My husband soon flew into a rage again. His dark circles became more prominent again and his face clearly looked tired. He also started to miss dinner and come home late. When he came back home it had been nearly morning. He told me there had been a dinner party.

I knew that he must have had another cold war with the childhood sweetheart again. In order to add fire and make my husband bed the childhood sweetheart more quickly, every time he came back, I replaced his sleeping pills. I knew that he was already close to death. Recently, while walking, his breathing frequency seemed to increase while his paces slowed down. He also began to suffer from insomnia. His appetite increased but he also began to drop a lot of weight.

He showed the same signs as the mice I experimented with.

I think I should find an opportunity to swap out his medicine box.

My editor friend B told me that recently, my husband was all over the place trying to pressure the media in order to delete the negative comments about the childhood sweetheart on the website.

I didn’t answer him, rather, I diverted the topic.

I told him with a sense of loss that lately, I found two very amusing robins but they seemed to be dying.

B comfortingly said: “If you like robins, I’ll send you some next time.”

I shook my head and told him that he didn’t need to. I asked him if he remembered when we first met.

B nodded and smiled: “Remember ah. I remember at that time you said you were a human observer. You really scared me then. It was only later that I found out you were a writer.”

I told him that it was a minor illness.

Although that was the case, but if I were looking for a target, I have already found one for my observation.

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Before the websites could delete the comments, another more explosive thing happened.

T/N: Sorry for the hiatus QAQ I was bombarded with exams as well as org work. I think I can continue to update regularly now….I hope. I’m really sorry I wasn’t able to update.

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[1] Wear a green hat- get cuckolded

[2] Throw a black pot over someone’s head- cast blame on them

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