[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-274":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297938,1723,"Chapter 274: Boss: Your Mandatory Leave Has Been Credited!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-274",274,"\u003Cp>The plane landed smoothly at the capital airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cabin door opened, and Jiang Ci habitually adjusted the collar of his trench coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it was just an ordinary coat, he had already mobilized his entire body's muscle memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prepared to face any potential crowd or pursuit waiting outside the passageway with the bearing that belonged to \"Xiang Yu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, as he followed the flow of people out of the VIP passage, the anticipated commotion did not occur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no fans, no reporters, not even a single sneaky phone camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrivals area was so empty it felt a bit desolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one slender young man holding a sign that read \"Mr. Sun,\" anxiously looking around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Sun Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ci-ge, this way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou led him towards the parking lot. Jiang Ci was full of questions, but they were choked back by the sight before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A completely black entourage van sat quietly in a parking spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The model was extremely low-key, but the paintwork, polished enough to reflect a clear image, and the deeply tinted, light-blocking privacy windows silently proclaimed its value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou deftly pulled open the car door, stowed the luggage, and urged Jiang Ci to get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's Director Lin? How is the roadshow press conference arranged?\" Jiang Ci asked as he got into the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Lin... has everything arranged.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou, usually a chatterbox, seemed to have his mouth sealed shut at this moment, unable to utter a single superfluous word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He not only dared not look Jiang Ci in the eye, but even deliberately lightened his breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands gripped the steering wheel, veins bulging on the back of his hands, as if he were carrying out some life-or-death secret mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every question Jiang Ci asked, his body gave a little shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the words \"I can't say anything, I'll die if I do\" written plainly across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car drove smoothly out onto the airport expressway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci watched the street scenes receding rapidly outside the window and soon noticed the route was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car wasn't heading towards the city center, and it certainly wasn't going in the direction of Spark Media.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It headed west the whole way, turning onto a quiet road leading to the outskirts of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sun Zhou, where are we going?\" Jiang Ci asked again, his tone dropping half a degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou stiffened, stammering, \"Going... going to a place to rest. Arranged by Director Lin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the car slowly came to a stop before a heavy automatic gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wealthy district in the capital's outskirts, Xishan Yihao Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the vehicle passed license plate recognition and online identity verification, the gate slid open silently, and the car slowly drove in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stopped in front of an independent two-story Chinese-style courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on the stone steps at the courtyard entrance was a woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore loose-fitting linen loungewear, her long hair casually tied up at the back, and she held a pair of silver shears for trimming flower branches in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed relaxed, but when her gaze swept over, the unyielding, oppressive aura she exuded was stronger than any tyrant director on a film set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Lin Wan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci had just gotten out of the car, not yet steady on his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan had already extended her hand, her movements crisp and decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tablet, script, hand them over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was stunned. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Contraband, all confiscated.\" Lin Wan pointed her silver shears at the backpack he carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't understand, but he still handed over the tablet and the \"Icebreaker\" script he had been studying repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan took them and directly tossed them to Sun Zhou, leaving Jiang Ci with only a mobile phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The press conference...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've already notified Director Wei,\" Lin Wan interrupted him. \"Publicly, it's announced that you are undergoing 'closed artistic immersion' for your next role.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked Jiang Ci up and down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In reality, it's a forced vacation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan turned sideways, clearing the path to the main door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go in. For the next few days, you have only one task.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be Jiang Ci again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wan announced the rules, leaving no room for negotiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No discussing any acting-related topics, no searching for work-related information, no contacting anyone in the industry except me and Sun Zhou.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was pushed through that heavy solid wood door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was another world, completely isolated from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luxurious, comfortable, so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he only felt a nameless panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No script, no role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This absolute silence was more suffocating than any clamor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He habitually summoned the system panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Heartbreak Value Balance: 8456 points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Remaining Lifespan: 7 years, 8 months, 9 days]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His life balance was more than sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he felt more anxious than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell. Jiang Ci lay in bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't sleep. The expensive mattress was as soft as quicksand, silently swallowing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, images flashed uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment, it was Shen Qingyuan dancing a lonely tango in the pouring rain, facing nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next, it was Xiang Yu standing by the Wu River, amidst the Chu Songs from all sides, looking back towards Jiangdong with desolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, his fingers curled unconsciously, performing the precise motion of cleaning a gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, his five fingers came together, his wrist turned, mimicking the starting gesture of drawing a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the [Emotional Isolation] skill failed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't being too deeply immersed in a role. It was something more terrifying—withdrawal symptoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body and soul had grown accustomed to being filled with the tragedies of characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once that was stripped away, what remained was an unbearable, immense emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci sat up in bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't stay here any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a script, a role, needed to use someone else's pain to fill himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tiptoed and opened the bedroom door, trying to sneak out and retrieve the confiscated \"Icebreaker.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room was pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only taken two steps when a faint voice came from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can't sleep?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's steps halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the sound and saw Lin Wan in a bathrobe, sitting alone on the sofa. On the coffee table before her was a cup of clear tea, steaming with heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to have anticipated he would come out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you can't sleep, have a cup of tea. It's calming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's my script?\" Jiang Ci got straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said, contraband.\" Lin Wan picked up the teacup, blowing on the steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's breathing hitched for a moment. He tried to regain his logic. \"Lin Wan, I need to work. I can't...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In your current state, you can't film 'Icebreaker,'\" Lin Wan hit the nail on the head. \"That role would devour you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the agitation on Jiang Ci's face, Lin Wan put down her teacup and suddenly said something seemingly out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop struggling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rest up well. In a couple of days... there's something you'll need to face personally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Jiang Ci didn't know how he fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sank into a long-lost dream, one without joys and sorrows, reunions and partings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no heart-wrenching farewells in the dream, only a circle of warm, yellowish light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was filled with a faint, fresh-from-the-oven scent of cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure sat opposite him. He couldn't see her face clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only see the gentle curve at the corner of her mouth as she inserted candles for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Softly, over and over again, she hummed the birthday song for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm, damp sensation came from the corner of his eye, silently soaking the pillowcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wept soundlessly in the dream, but upon waking, he couldn't remember, no matter how hard he tried,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who that woman who sang for him was.\u003C\u002Fp>",1328,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","9ea673a34380cb6aad091d10c2d682e553bc939a54861d23c66ee715cac65c25","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-275","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-273",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]