Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 28: Kicked Out

Thinking of this, Song Qingya couldn’t help but sigh.

Song Qingya’s gaze drifted to Fei Jin’s broad back, and she swallowed.

After discussing it, Fei Jin suggested they make do for one night at the guesthouse.

Although the place was simple, it was at least clean and tidy.

After seeing Fei Jin’s credentials, the receptionist politely handed over the key.

"Your room is the second one from the stairwell. Just let us know if you need anything."

"Alright, thank you."

Fei Jin took the key.

His demeanor was calm and unhurried, as if he were long accustomed to being treated with such respect.

Song Qingya followed behind Fei Jin, looking around curiously.

It wasn’t much different from some of the small hotels she had stayed in during college.

But the place was full of telltale signs of the era, and the walls were plastered with all kinds of slogans.

The atmosphere suppressed any mischievous thoughts Song Qingya had.

But once the door was closed, everything changed.

Especially when Fei Jin unbuttoned his jacket with one hand, revealing a glimpse of his powerful chest.

It was an attraction Song Qingya found truly irresistible.

Song Qingya sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to him.

"Come here."

Fei Jin was confused.

"What is it?"

’What is this woman up to?’ he wondered, looking at her in confusion. ’Why is she suddenly being so forward?’

He stepped closer, trying to hear what she was saying, but she suddenly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him forward.

’Fei Jin knew perfectly well that with Qingya’s strength, there was no way she could have pulled him down. But to avoid hurting her with his superior strength as he had that day, he decided not to resist.’

He tensed his whole body, remaining completely still and letting her have her way.

They ended up tumbling onto the bed.

They embraced tightly.

A faint fragrance wafted into Fei Jin’s nose; it was the clean scent of shampoo from Song Qingya’s hair.

A blush crept onto Song Qingya’s cheeks.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

Her gaze was gentle and full of affection.

"Qingya, I..."

Fei Jin swallowed, his voice a little hoarse.

He had intended to apologize and move away.

But their closeness in that moment made him reluctant to.

They had already decided not to divorce.

This meant their relationship could still be salvaged.

Fei Jin thought to himself.

’So, this should be fine, right?’

Just as he was thinking this, Song Qingya suddenly raised her head.

She planted a quick, sharp kiss on his right cheek.

The move took Fei Jin by surprise.

After a moment of silence, a warm and slightly tense atmosphere filled the room.

A mischievous smile played on Song Qingya’s lips.

"What? Did I scare you?"

Growing bold again, she lightly touched his lips, her heart pounding violently.

At this moment, it was as if she had mustered all her courage.

The contact from her fingertips sent her heart racing even faster.

Then, Song Qingya let out a soft cry, and the tables were turned in an instant.

Fei Jin could no longer suppress his feelings and swiftly pulled her tightly into his arms.

His hands wrapped powerfully around her waist, and he kissed her.

In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them.

「The sun hung high in the sky.」

The early summer sun was already scorching. Wen Xiuxiu was drenched in sweat, beads of it rolling down her forehead. Her clothes, unchanged for a long time, were filthy.

When she was kicked out, all she had was a tattered cloth bag, dotted with patches of dirt.

She had been a pampered superstar who usually needed an assistant just to put on her shoes.

On set, she was always surrounded by a dozen assistants catering to her every need.

Now, the stark contrast left her feeling completely out of her element.

’Why? How could Song Qingya steal what was rightfully mine so easily?’

After all, she was the protagonist.

The injustice made her seethe with rage.

She gnashed her teeth in hatred at the thought of both the old Song Qingya and the new one.

Wen Xiuxiu had been walking all day. Her legs ached, but she refused to give up.

She was finally nearing her destination, the resentment in her heart fueling her determination to press on.

But she was not heading towards Zhou Family Village.

Instead, she had chosen a completely opposite direction.

Because she knew that going back would just be asking for trouble.

’That old hag Zhou Huaihua thinks she can send me packing back to my hometown? In her dreams! Once I marry Fei Jin, I’ll make sure they split from the family!’

Wen Xiuxiu trembled with anger as she recalled how Zhou Huaihua had seized the opportunity, while Fei Zhenwu was away, to throw her out that morning.

That distant aunt of hers was just too spineless.

She fell into a panic after just a few threats from Song Qingya.

Instead of trying to solve the problem together, she had stabbed her in the back.

’Some ally she turned out to be!’

She didn’t need Zhou Huaihua’s help. She could rely on her own abilities to return in glory and become the Village Chief’s Wife.

Fei Jin was her fiancé. She was sure he would help her solve everything.

Only the last stretch of the road remained.

Wen Xiuxiu gritted her teeth.

She finally saw the ramshackle mud-brick house at the foot of the mountain.

Next to the hut was a large, messy pile of straw.

The ground was covered in chicken droppings, with shards of a broken bottle mixed in.

The place was filthy and chaotic.

"Is anyone home?"

Wen Xiuxiu called out cautiously.

She pinched her nose and walked into the house. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

A pungent stench immediately assaulted her, so strong it made her eyes water and squint shut.

’What is that smell?’

’It smelled like a mix of rotten food and stale liquor, combined with the foul odor of chicken droppings.’

Wen Xiuxiu nearly gagged, hastily covering her mouth.

The script said the bachelor who was supposed to buy Song Qingya lived in terrible conditions.

Wen Xiuxiu had never been able to imagine just how terrible, but now she understood.

She’d thought the script had already painted a grim picture.

But reality was far worse than she had ever imagined.

Wen Xiuxiu edged her way inside, each step a careful one.

A human-like figure suddenly shot up from a corner, giving her a fright.

For a moment, it felt like her heart had stopped.

"AAAH—"

Wen Xiuxiu screamed in terror.

"What’re you screaming for, little lady? Whoa, am I so drunk I’m seeing things? A real woman actually came to my door."

Sun Yaoguang rubbed his eyes, confirming that there was indeed a woman in front of him.

Women usually avoided him on sight. It had been decades since one had set foot in his house.

His blood boiled with excitement.

The young woman before him was covered in some dust and grime.

But she was definitely a looker, with delicate features.

’Could it be? Last month I prayed to the Bodhisattva for a wife... Did my prayers actually get answered?’

Sun Yaoguang was so happy he clasped his hands together, repeatedly muttering, "Thank you, Bodhisattva," while staring at Wen Xiuxiu, looking like he was about to pounce.

Wen Xiuxiu quickly pulled the knife she’d prepared from her bag and brandished it, making Sun Yaoguang shrink back in fear.

She had dared to come here only because she was fully prepared.

"I have a knife, don’t come any closer! I’m here to make a deal."

Wen Xiuxiu said coldly.

"A deal?"

Sun Yaoguang asked in surprise.