Chapter 264: Volume 1, Chapter 264 – Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (26)

Song Ziheng? Why bring up a man I don't know at all?

Jiang Zhi lay there listlessly, not struggling in the slightest, her eyes half‑closed, she drawled: "Who I like is none of your business. Alright, I'm going to sleep—remember to turn off the light for me."

Having said that, she closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became steady and even.

He Yin: "…… "

Everything he had done felt like a joke.

Every night he imagined countless ways to torment her; his hatred spread endlessly in his heart, and it could be said that this was what kept him going.

But he never expected that, the moment he saw her, all those cruel schemes vanished, leaving only a single, humble thought.

——As long as she came to him of her own accord, he would forgive her.

He could choose to forget everything she had deceived him about before.

He Yin had already gone mad in these eight years.

He gathered information about her, sent people to follow and secretly photograph her, and even, during his most impoverished times, traveled thousands of miles abroad just to catch a distant glimpse of her.

He lowered his brows, his short forehead hair falling over, shielding the gloomy, sinister look in his eyes.

…

After feeding her the sobering soup, He Yin stood up, and a voice came from outside the door—his subordinate.

"President He."

He Yin wore a pure black shirt fastened tightly, his cuffs neatly buttoned, his distinct‑jointed fingers holding the soup bowl, his black hair trimmed short at the nape, exuding a hint of coldness and sharpness.

The subordinate handed him a document; flipping to the first page, Song Ziheng's entire information appeared before him.

In the study.

The subordinate reported: "President He, I've looked into it—this male star Song Ziheng has never met Miss Jiang; the only contact was when, after one of her theater performances, he sent someone to deliver a bouquet of flowers."

"After his agent found out, they hyped it online, trying to pair Song Ziheng and Miss Jiang as a couple."

He Yin leisurely turned two pages, his thin lips curling into a cold arc.

After a long while, his fingers tapped intermittently on the desk.

The subordinate below trembled as he asked: "President He, should we blacklist Song Ziheng?"

He Yin said lightly: "No need."

Having said that, he rose and left the study, leaving behind one sentence.

"Don't let me see this kind of news again."

The subordinate quickly replied.

That night many things happened; the most important was that the super‑topic for the Song Ziheng–Jiang Zhi coupling was completely taken down.

Moreover, any gossip linked to Jiang Zhi vanished overnight, and the marketing accounts fabricating rumors all went silent.

The next day.

After waking up, Jiang Zhi stretched comfortably; she had worked so long yet never slept this soundly and peacefully—just resting, filming was too exhausting.

The furnishings and decor of the unfamiliar room before her were exactly to her taste, especially the arched window on the balcony; golden sunlight streamed through the glass, casting onto the plush carpet below, and the air was suffused with warm hues.

Jiang Zhi threw off the blankets and got out of bed, habitually doing a set of stretching exercises.

After being an actor for a while, one does this; morning is the best time to exercise.

Seeing her unhurried demeanor, 777 asked blankly: "Host, aren't you worried about yourself?"

Jiang Zhi pressed her stiff leg, "What's there to worry about?"

777 muttered furtively: "You've been imprisoned by the villain; you can't get out."

After pressing her right leg, then her left, Jiang Zhi said: "Think about our mission."

777 almost forgot—the second main storyline task is to marry the villain, so this actually suits her wishes.

"Oh right~" it belatedly realized.

After finishing her stretches, Jiang Zhi walked to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face.

Having drunk alcohol the night before, her face was a bit puffy now; she leaned close to the mirror, stared for a while, then sighed.

After hastily washing up, she left the bedroom, where two servants blocked her path.

"Miss Jiang, you can't leave yet."

Jiang Zhi: "I'm hungry."

The servants were at a loss, said "Just a moment," and went to find the butler.

The butler came over, opened the door, and said: "Miss Jiang, breakfast is ready; you may go downstairs to eat."

Jiang Zhi descended the wooden spiral staircase, her gaze subtly passing through the window to see the guards stationed outside and the cameras installed in every corner.

She came to the dining table and sat down.

The butler stole several glances at her, worried she might cause a scene and try to leave.

President He had instructed that she must not go out.

But Miss Jiang seemed to have no intention of leaving; she quietly finished breakfast, then asked him to bring some skincare products and a game console, and sat on the living‑room carpet to play games.

Miss Jiang was especially addicted to gaming; she played all morning, continued into the afternoon, and when called for dinner at night she said she'd be right there, but her hands never stopped, and she kept playing until 8:30.

When He Yin arrived, he still saw her sitting on the carpet; the wall‑mounted display showed a cute little monster‑catching game, with a childish art style and addictive casual gameplay.

He watched her throw one Poké Ball after another, none of them catching the monster she wanted.

The woman flung the controller to the floor and snapped: "What a lousy monster—don't you like my Poké Balls? Then go die!"

As she said that and reached for the controller, a hand suddenly clamped tightly around her wrist, forcibly stopping her.

Jiang Zhi was already angry; regardless of who stood before her, she snapped in a nasty tone: "Let go! Are you that monster's minion? Let go of me!"

He Yin's brow twitched, his face darkening: "Jiang Zhi!"

Jiang Zhi lifted her eyes to see the person coming, instantly stopped struggling, and softly said: "You… what are you doing?"

He Yin took the game controller from her hand, then loosened his tie, his expression cold and devoid of any feeling: "Go eat."

Jiang Zhi refused: "Wait for me, I'll kill that elf first."

Having wasted more than ten balls, she simply couldn't accept it.

He Yin no longer wanted to say more to her, directly grabbed her hand and dragged her to the restaurant.

Jiang Zhi followed behind him, glanced back at the display screen, weakly sat down in a chair, looked at the table full of dishes, and couldn't muster any appetite.

"I have no appetite."

"Maybe I've been hungry too long."

He Yin gestured to the butler beside him and coldly ordered: "Throw away all the games."

Jiang Zhi quickly spoke up to stop him: "I do have an appetite, don't throw them away."

After saying that, she lifted the bowl and buried her head to eat.

He Yin hadn't eaten all day; there were too many things to handle, but those matters had to be dealt with as soon as possible.

If the butler hadn't called him, he still wouldn't have known she played games so much she didn't want to eat.

As Jiang Zhi ate, she gradually got an appetite; after finishing the meal, she belatedly realized and said somewhat dejectedly: "I ate too much, I'll exercise later."

As an actor, her figure is the most important, so she must manage the calories of her three meals.

Before He Yin arrived, he had finished listening to the butler's report about her movements all day.

From beginning to end, she never mentioned wanting to leave here.

Jiang Zhi looked at the silent man, smiled, propped her chin and said: "A Yin, you brought me here—what for?"