Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 62: Stop Daydreaming

Wen Wei had never imagined this day would actually come. Completely abandoning her dignity, she could only resort to wailing, trying to stir Song Qingya’s pity.

She dropped heavily to her knees and slammed her forehead against the ground.

Blood trickled down her cheeks, but she didn’t stop.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know I was wrong! Sister Qingya, please forgive me! I’ll confess everything tomorrow, just don’t let him touch me."

"Sun Yaoguang, don’t come over! Go away! Don’t come near me! AHHHH—"

The last sentence was practically a shriek.

Only by experiencing it firsthand could one know how unbearable the suffering was.

Wen Wei had once imagined, countless times, putting Song Qingya into all sorts of predicaments.

Yet she had never, ever imagined that one day, she herself would be reduced to such a wretched state.

Those who always seek to bully others will eventually reap what they sow.

At this moment, despair washed over Wen Wei.

"Don’t you come over here, Sun Yaoguang! She’s about to send us to the police. If you dare lay a finger on me, they’ll add to your charges when we get there tomorrow, and you’ll serve even more time!"

But Sun Yaoguang just snorted in contempt.

He sneered inwardly.

’He’d long since seen that the enmity between these two was irreconcilable.’

’The more miserable Wen Wei looked, the more satisfied Song Qingya would feel.’

"You think someone’s going to stand up and plead your case after you’re sent to the station? Wen Xiuxiu, stop dreaming! You never gave a damn about anyone else’s dignity when you did things, so don’t expect anyone to show you mercy now."

Sun Yaoguang’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, slowly closing in on Wen Wei.

Faced with Sun Yaoguang’s relentless advance, Wen Wei could only scream and struggle desperately.

Soon, Sun Yaoguang’s filthy hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her completely. In her struggle, she was even slapped hard across the face.

"Stop struggling! You don’t know what’s good for you!"

Sun Yaoguang said coldly.

But when he turned his head to look at Song Qingya, his entire demeanor changed, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Don’t you worry, I’ll take *real* good care of her."

Song Qingya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that, exactly?"

Hearing this, Sun Yaoguang replied smugly, "The kind that’ll make her feel like she’s died and gone to heaven, of course."

Sun Yaoguang laughed.

Song Qingya simply watched everything unfold, her eyes devoid of pity.

Her gaze was as cold as a blade.

Then, she turned decisively and left.

The moment Sun Yaoguang saw her leave, what little apprehension he had was instantly replaced by lust. He eagerly reached out to rip open Wen Wei’s clothes.

But less than a minute later, Song Qingya was back.

"Why are you back?"

There was a trace of panic in Sun Yaoguang’s voice.

"It’s... a little difficult for me to work with you here. Unless you want to watch?"

Sun Yaoguang saw the iron chain in Song Qingya’s hand and mistakenly assumed she intended to use it to restrain Wen Wei.

He shouted viciously at Wen Wei, who was cowering in the corner, "If you don’t submit, giving in to me might actually appease our benefactor! You’re not getting out of this unscathed, so you might as well learn your lesson."

However, Song Qingya shot him an indifferent glance.

Sun Yaoguang shuddered instinctively.

He had a feeling he was about to be punished by Song Qingya again.

His intuition was correct.

The next moment, Song Qingya unhesitatingly grabbed a nearby club and brought it down hard on Sun Yaoguang’s head.

The club connected with Sun Yaoguang’s skull with a sickening thud.

Blood immediately streamed down his face.

As he grimaced in agony, Song Qingya swiftly used the iron chain to bind him tightly to a pillar in the northwest corner.

The chain coiled around his body, binding him so tightly he couldn’t move an inch.

"Benefactor, that hurts! Why did you suddenly hit me!?"

Sun Yaoguang roared in pain, his face a mask of disbelief and fury.

"Weren’t you supposed to be tying up this bitch?"

Nearby, Wen Wei’s eyes also went wide.

’What is Song Qingya doing?’

’Why did she suddenly attack Sun Yaoguang?’

This move had taken Wen Wei completely by surprise.

Song Qingya turned around slowly, her movements graceful.

She pulled a pristine white handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped her fingers, her brow furrowing slightly.

It was clearly not a frown of pain, but of disgust.

Then, Song Qingya casually tossed the handkerchief aside.

’Even hitting Sun Yaoguang felt like an insult to her.’

Looking at Wen Wei’s terrified and bewildered gaze, Song Qingya’s own eyes remained devoid of emotion.

"Are you surprised that I didn’t let him hurt you?"

Song Qingya asked coolly.

"..."

Wen Wei was stunned, completely unable to comprehend the scene before her.

"Why?"

"There is no reason. Because I’m not like you."

Song Qingya’s reply was sharp and decisive.

"You’re not Wen Xiuxiu, either."

Wen Wei froze on the spot.

After a long moment, she seemed to snap, completely losing her usual composure as if she’d gone mad.

As for Song Qingya, she paid the two people in the pigsty no more mind and turned to leave.

This farce had gone on long enough. It was time for it to end.

Fei Jin had been waiting outside the door the whole time, listening intently for any sound from within.

His keen hearing had picked up another man’s voice inside, along with the sounds of a continuous argument.

These sounds made him worry.

’What if Qingya got bullied?’

’The night was late and the air was heavy with dew. Her constitution was already weak; it would be terrible if she caught a cold.’

However, Fei Jin knew that Song Qingya was an independent woman.

He respected her decisions and wouldn’t interfere lightly.

The crescent moon slowly crept behind the trees.

The night grew deeper, and still, Fei Jin kept his vigil outside the door.

’On a night like this, he was feeling for the first time just how long and torturous it was to be without her embrace.’

’He had kept her up nearly all night yesterday. She must be exhausted.’

’Thinking of this, he was filled with guilt.’

’She probably wouldn’t want to be intimate with him again tonight.’

’So...’

’Could that be the reason? Did it give Qingya an excuse to go find Wen Xiuxiu to talk in the middle of the night?’

’After all, the two of them had never gotten along.’

’Before turning Wen Xiuxiu over to the police, Song Qingya hadn’t even wanted to lay eyes on her.’

’It was obvious. Song Qingya really didn’t want to see *him* anymore.’

’And it was all his fault for not knowing how to exercise restraint...’

Gently pushing open the door to their room, Song Qingya found her husband standing there, gazing at the moon.

’She wondered what could possibly have him so mesmerized.’

"I’m done talking with Wen Xiuxiu."

She hugged him tightly from behind, poking him gently in the waist.

"What are you thinking about? Were you missing me?"

Fei Jin’s answer was almost instinctive. "Yes... No."

The answer was clearly contradictory.

"Were you or not?"

Song Qingya pressed him.

"I was."

Fei Jin finally nodded.

Then, he let out a sigh.

Ever since he had grown accustomed to being with Song Qingya day in and day out, he felt like he was going through withdrawal whenever they were apart.