Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 564 - 253 Liu Xialie_2

Well, then we just need to tackle that core need, right?

Han Lie decisively sent back a lyrical prose.

"Actually, late each night over the past few days, I too have often wondered: what form should our relationship take? There are many difficulties preventing us from being officially together, so much so that whether we like each other or not seems less important. I couldn't come up with an answer, but I suddenly realized something—I want to give you a lot. I want to take care of you, protect you, help you, and see your happy smile. It's not for any other reason, but simply because you deserve it. So, I don't plan to figure out such complicated things anymore. All I can be sure of is that, no matter our relationship, I will treat you with the utmost goodwill. Now, answer me: do you truly need me that badly?"

At the set of the era drama, inside Director Guo's villa.

Guo Qingting leaned against the railing of the second-floor terrace. Below was the buzz of a glitzy party, with a vast, dark night sky overhead. In her left hand, she held a glass of Dom Pérignon, and in her right, her mobile phone.

She carefully, over and over, read the "confession" of fewer than two hundred words, her eyes gradually filling with tears.

Exaggerated?

Not at all; it was all too normal.

In the entertainment industry, there are many who are strong and fearless, but there are even more who are sensitive, fragile, and delicate. How you interact with them all depends on whether you can grasp their pulse.

Han Lie's approach, if daringly employed on the highly secretive An Xi, would be downright madness. But it hit Guo Qingting right where it hurt, striking her soul with a single bullet.

Speaking of which, isn't the title of the fourth installment of this drama series "At the End of the Soul"? What a coincidence! A battlefield practically designed for that rascal Han Lie!

Guo Qingting savored the emotions that brought her to the verge of tears for a moment, and then suddenly, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Such a considerate, adorable young man!

In her understanding, as long as she replied with a "yes," Han Lie would drop everything to be with her. So, even though Han Lie hadn't made a clear promise like "I am your boyfriend, you are my girlfriend," and even pessimistically believed they shouldn't be together publicly, Guo Qingting was still very happy.

She hadn't particularly wanted to be officially together with Han Lie either; that kind of pressure could be unimaginably great. Things were quite good as they were right now.

Her fantasy of perfect love was still some way off, but what she had was already fresh, thrilling, wonderful, and comforting enough.

If that's the case... I won't make it difficult for you!

Guo Qingting cheerfully sent a couple of replies.

Pet Station Chief: "Of course, I need you very much, but not just now—rather, in every lonely night from now on."

Pet Station Chief: "You do your thing. I have a shoot tomorrow. Afterward, I'll make you pay!"

Ha, obstacle smoothly cleared!

Han Lie felt he was simply brilliant, his mood instantly shifting from anxiety to pleasure.

And so, he cheekily added another line.

"Darling, I suggest you prepare at least two days off in advance to ensure you have enough time to rest and recover..."

"PTOOEY!"

Her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. She spat in mock indignation and hastily closed the chat window.

I can't continue chatting. Yang Mi is coming this way. If I keep going, she'll notice something's off...

Actually, Yang Mi had already noticed. But being pregnant, all her thoughts were on the baby, and she really wasn't in the mood to uncover Guo Qingting's secrets. She greeted her briefly and then headed home with an air of nonchalance.

Guo Qingting thought for a moment and stealthily sent Han Lie one last message.

"My address in Magic Capital is... The spare key is at... I hope that on the first day of 2014, when I wake up, the first person I see will be you."

Han Lie, now self-dubbed Liu Xialie, was basking in his pride when he saw the new message and nearly smashed his head into the back of his chair.

Dizzy! Why does everyone have to make things so hard for me, Fat Tiger? Dammit, if you push me over the edge, I'll stew you and those other pests together!

Thinking about it was one thing, but Han Lie didn't actually take any action; he didn't even reply to the last message.

I've temporarily changed my name today! Liu Xialie. Cool, right?

With a cold snort, Han Lie managed to stay calm as he received greeting texts from Little Seventeen, Wanwan, Tang Xintian, and the others.

Little Seventeen was at a hotel, dressed as a bunny girl—if he described that photo even slightly, this chapter would be gone.

Liu Xialie scoffed with disdain. Heh, is that all?

Wanwan, well aware of her assets, took a selfie while bending low in a half-kneeling pose, showing only her chin and the tip of her tongue.

Liu Xialie glanced at it and casually tapped to dismiss the message.

Utterly vulgar! How could someone as upstanding as me not withstand such a test?

He had to reply to Tang Xintian, though. She wanted Han Lie to review a contract with her the next day to see how to adjust the details.

Lü Shuli had already mentioned this in the afternoon. Tomorrow, they needed to go to Minggu Real Estate to sign an agency agreement, and then all related aspects of the cooperation would have to be scheduled.

Actually, thinking about it, I've really been very busy the past few days. Their demands tonight were purely thoughtless, weren't they? Too bad, it was my own doing... I'll have to see it through, even with tears... So boring, truly, utterly boring.

Han Lie made a silent vow. I'll never be a playboy again. Chasing girls? Chasing girls only slows down my money-making. No more! If I chase them again, I'm not even human!

As he was sternly making this resolution, his phone suddenly pinged again.

Han Lie shuddered instinctively, a particularly bad premonition welling up inside him.

Who else hasn't shown up to meddle today?