That lady? He wouldn't even say her name? He described himself as "that lady"?
The tears in her eyes fell uncontrollably. Liu Jia didn't wipe them, letting them stream down her face and soak into her clothes.
She wanted to cry out loud, to wail, but not a sound escaped her lips. It seemed that when pain reached its extreme, it could not be described with words.
"Mr. Yue Ran, do you have anything you'd like to say to your fans watching on television?"
Yue Ran nodded, offered a polite smile to the reporter and the camera, and said, "I'd say that without the support of fans, even artists with the greatest talent or the most dazzling appearances would be unable to take a single step forward. My reaching this point today is certainly inseparable from the support and help of my fans. I am very grateful to them!"
He paused, then added, "Later, I will release even better works to express my gratitude to them."
With that, Yue Ran's interview concluded. His face disappeared from the television screen, replaced by the host's formal announcement, "Next, let's move on to the next news item..."
Liu Jia stared blankly at the television screen, feeling as though her eyes had gone blind and her ears deaf. Her entire heart felt like cold ash. She no longer cared what program was being shown on the television.
Why hadn't Yue Ran helped her? She had done what she did, fallen into such a predicament, entirely for him.
What truly made her despair was not only that he hadn't helped her, but that he had outright denied knowing her. Ha, this was truly the most ridiculous joke in the world!
In this world, why was there a man so heartless, so cruel? And she, knowing he was such a person, why could she still not suppress her love for him? Her infatuation?
She knew he was poison, yet she willingly drank it, drowning in it with ravenous thirst. This was a cycle of inescapable entanglement, a never-ending cycle called "love."
Liu Jia suddenly stood up and flung the remote control in her hand to the ground. She then rushed over and stomped on it fiercely with her foot. But still feeling unsatisfied, she swept all the snacks, flowers, and decorations from the table to the floor with a crash.
After venting her anger, she still felt unfulfilled. She pulled out her phone and called her assistant.
"Send me three boxes of beer. Now! Immediately! Without delay!" Before the assistant could even utter "hello," Liu Jia, clutching the phone, yelled hysterically.
"Miss Liu, please don't drink anymore. Although the current situation is very disadvantageous for you, and the news reports are all exaggerated. But the storm will eventually pass! In a few days, you'll be able to..." The assistant tried to comfort Liu Jia.
Hearing the assistant's words, Liu Jia let out a sharp, piercing laugh. Suppressing the urge to smash her phone, she said, "Are you not going to listen to me? Why all the nonsense, so verbose! Hurry up and bring me the beer!"
There was silence from the other end of the phone for a few seconds before the assistant's meek voice replied, "Okay. Please wait patiently for two minutes, I'll contact them now..."
Before the assistant could finish speaking, Liu Jia angrily hung up the phone.
She glanced at her phone screen, then tossed it onto the sofa. She then slumped weakly to the ground, letting the tears run freely down her face.
No regrets, no regrets! I don't regret it! If I get the chance, I will personally kill that bitch Shi Xinxin! I'll make sure she can never smile again, and that Yue Ran will never like her again!
Apart from the noisy sound of the television, there was not a sound in the living room. But no matter how captivating the content on the television was, no one paid any attention...
Liu Jia sat there blankly, lost in thought, completely undisturbed by the cacophony of the television, immersed in her own little world, unwilling to awaken.
Liu Jia's assistant, Xiao Wen, had bought the beer and was on her way to Liu Jia's residence.
"Driver, could you please speed up a bit? I'm in a hurry." Xiao Wen looked at her phone, her heart filled with anxiety: Oh no, I'm running out of time. If I'm late, Sister Liu Jia will definitely scold me.
The taxi driver seemed a little displeased. He frowned and said, "Miss, I'm already going as fast as I can. There's too much traffic on this road, I can't go any faster."
Hearing the driver's words, Xiao Wen's heart grew more anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only pray that there wouldn't be any traffic jams...
"Damn it!" Liu Jia suddenly threw the cushion she was hugging and cursed, "Why hasn't that dead girl Xiao Wen arrived yet?!" Feeling still displeased after cursing, she wanted to call Xiao Wen, but realized she had misplaced her phone. She could only curse and wait.
Xiao Wen finally arrived at Liu Jia's doorstep and thanked the taxi driver who helped her carry the beer: "Thank you, sir." The taxi driver didn't reply. He glanced at the boxes of beer, then at Xiao Wen, and then turned to leave. The driver's gaze made Xiao Wen feel flustered, as if he were implying she was a promiscuous woman!
"Sigh~" Xiao Wen sighed silently and quickly knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Hearing someone knock, Liu Jia reluctantly went to open the door.
"Knock, knock, knock..." But the knocking persisted, and with each knock, it grew louder. Liu Jia couldn't stand it any longer, stood up, and grumbled as she walked over to open the door.
"Who is it?! Knock, knock, knock, I'm not dead yet!"
Liu Jia opened the door and saw Xiao Wen. Her face instantly fell. Before Xiao Wen could speak, Liu Jia launched into an onslaught of scolding, "Hey! You little slut, why are you only arriving now?! You're treating me like this too, huh?!"
Xiao Wen could only endure it silently. Seeing Xiao Wen standing still, Liu Jia opened her mouth again to curse, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring it in!" With that, she walked away.
Xiao Wen struggled to carry the beer into the living room. Seeing the mess in the living room, her actions and words became even more cautious, for fear of upsetting Liu Jia again.
Liu Jia ignored Xiao Wen, opened a box, took out a bottle, and started drinking on her own.
While Liu Jia drank her beer, Xiao Wen sat beside her and watched her. Although Xiao Wen sat there quietly, she was actually on pins and needles, unsure how to tell Sister Liu Jia about the phone calls she had been receiving.
Ever since Sister Liu Jia's incident had been widely reported, her phone had been ringing incessantly, bombarded by various newspaper agencies and companies. Almost all endorsement and advertising partners had called to cancel their collaborations. It was truly a case of adding insult to injury!
Xiao Wen's mind was in turmoil: What should I do? Will Sister Liu Jia beat me to death if I tell her directly... Forget it, so be it. At most, I'll be scolded again, and then I'll leave quickly. Who knows what else will happen if I stay any longer.