The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 15: A veteran actor’s words shatter the deadly trap!

Su Qingying also seemed to realize how much misunderstanding her action had caused.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly once more.

"I was only viewing him as a little brother."

She offered a cold explanation, attempting to draw a conclusion to this commotion.

Lu Yifeng smiled, his gaze drifting lightly toward Jiang Ci.

"Jiang Ci can't really be considered little anymore."

He was reminding Su Qingying that Jiang Ci was a grown man, not some little brother who needed her sympathy and care.

A herd of ten thousand grass-mud horses stampeded through Jiang Ci's heart.

Thanks a lot!

This melon was truly poisonous! He really couldn't eat any more of it!

Lu Yifeng's smile deepened.

He didn't linger on the topic, instead skillfully shifting the conversation and looking back at Su Qingying.

"Qingying, I know you might have some misunderstandings about me."

His voice suddenly became incredibly sincere.

"Many of the rumors circulating outside aren't true."

"I admit, I've had some immature experiences in relationships before. But those were all before I met you."

"After meeting you, I finally understood what true heart-pounding excitement really means."

These words were spoken with genuine emotion.

The classic killer move of top-tier PUA—[Confessing Past Mistakes, Crafting Uniqueness]!

Alarm bells screamed in Jiang Ci's mind.

First, use seemingly honest self-deprecation to admit having "stains" in one's past, thereby lowering the target's psychological defenses.

Then, employ the "I changed because of you" logic to make the other person feel the illusion and satisfaction of being a "savior"!

This combination punch was an absolute killer for girls inexperienced in the ways of the world!

But Su Qingying... would she fall for this?

The face of the Ice Queen Actress remained expressionless.

But Jiang Ci noticed that her fist, which had been tightly clenched the whole time, unconsciously relaxed just a fraction after Lu Yifeng finished speaking.

An opening!

Even an iceberg of Su Qingying's caliber had shown a crack in her emotional defenses!

"Mr. Lu, I have no interest in your personal matters."

Su Qingying's voice still kept people at a thousand miles' distance, but the defensiveness in her tone had noticeably decreased.

"No, I need you to know."

"Because I'm serious."

Before his words fully faded, he made a move that made everyone in the room gasp.

He slowly rose from his seat.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the director, producers, film emperor, and television queen, he deeply bowed toward Su Qingying.

"Please give me a chance to let you get to know the real me."

Zhao Lingxue covered her mouth in shock.

Director Li and Wang Pangzi's faces were filled with astonishment and being moved.

Jiang Ci looked at Lu Yifeng, who maintained his bowing posture with his tall, straight figure, and only two words remained in his mind.

Devil!

Looking at Su Qingying, her face was deathly pale.

For the first time, those always cool and aloof eyes showed helplessness and panic.

She could handle the most difficult reporters, face the coercion and temptation of capital head-on, but she had never been so trapped between advancing and retreating like this moment.

And Lu Yifeng was attacking her inner self—attacking the concepts of "kindness," "decency," and "upbringing" instilled in her since childhood—in the gentlest way possible.

Amid this suffocating silence.

A deep, yet weighty voice suddenly rang out.

"Alright, Yifeng."

It was Qin Feng.

The veteran actor and film emperor had, at some point, set down his wine glass and was calmly watching Lu Yifeng.

"In front of everyone, what kind of behavior is this."

"Relationships are private matters between you and Qingying. There's no need to make such a grand production that leaves everyone feeling awkward."

His voice precisely punctured the atmosphere Lu Yifeng had carefully constructed.

Lu Yifeng's bowed body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He slowly straightened up, the "humble for love" expression on his face not yet fully withdrawn, making him look somewhat ridiculous.

"Teacher Qin, I..."

"Sit down."

Qin Feng's tone was calm, yet brooked no argument.

The muscles on Lu Yifeng's face twitched rapidly.

He ultimately chose to comply, slowly sitting back down in his seat.

Su Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze toward Qin Feng filled with gratitude.

Jiang Ci finally understood.

Ginger is still spicier when old!

Only a truly shrewd person like this could see through the essence behind the flashy performance at a single glance!

"Young people, having drive is a good thing."

Qin Feng picked up his teacup, blew away the curling steam, and let his gaze sweep lightly over Lu Yifeng.

"But sometimes, trying too hard can hurt others, and also hurt yourself."

"This is true for acting."

"And for being a person."

These words were spoken with heartfelt sincerity and were impeccably delivered.

Director Li and the others nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing.

Only Jiang Ci heard the deeper warning hidden within the words.

Qin Feng had definitely noticed something.

He might not have a system cheat to see through the darkness in Lu Yifeng's heart. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

But with his decades of sharp experience in reading people, he detected a false and uncomfortable flavor from Lu Yifeng's "perfect" performance.

This kind of old veteran's intuition was sometimes more accurate than data analysis!

Lu Yifeng's face turned extremely unpleasant for a brief moment.

But he quickly adjusted, once again wearing that modest and refined smile on his face, as if the earlier loss of composure had never happened.

"Teacher Qin's lesson is correct. I was too impatient and didn't consider things thoroughly."

He proactively admitted his mistake, his posture flawless.

"Qingying, I'm sorry for startling you earlier." He turned to Su Qingying and offered a sincere apology.

With this step back and forward, he instantly transformed himself from an aggressive "pressurer" back into a "humble gentleman who knows his mistakes and can correct them."

This crisis management ability was textbook level.

With Qin Feng stabilizing the scene, that strange atmosphere finally eased.

But Jiang Ci knew this was only an intermission.

A hunter would never give up on his targeted prey just because of one small misstep.

He would only become more cunning and more patient.

For the remainder of the time, Lu Yifeng didn't launch any further personal attacks, instead steering the conversation back to the film itself.

He even proactively chatted with Jiang Ci about campus anecdotes, behaving like a perfect senior who cared for his juniors.

The dinner finally concluded in an atmosphere that was superficially harmonious but actually filled with undercurrents.

Everyone gradually filed out of the private room.

Lu Yifeng's assistant had already arranged a fleet of cars waiting at the entrance. He enthusiastically ushered the director and producers into a vehicle.

"Qingying, let me take you back?" He couldn't resist asking one last time.

"No need, I have my own car." Su Qingying's refusal was crisp and clear.

This time, Lu Yifeng didn't insist, merely showing a faint smile of regret: "Alright then, be careful on the road."

Su Qingying nodded in acknowledgment, turned, and walked away.

Jiang Ci followed behind her, just wanting to quickly escape this troublesome place.

The amount of information from tonight was too massive; he needed to return to his rented room and properly process it all.

"Jiang Ci."

Qin Feng's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Jiang Ci turned and saw the veteran actor standing in the shadow of an osmanthus tree, beckoning to him.

"Teacher Qin? You called for me?"

"Yes, come here."

Jiang Ci's heart pounded with uncertainty, not knowing why this film emperor big shot had singled him out to stay behind.

He quickly walked over.

Qin Feng offered him a cigarette.

"Do you smoke?"

"...No." Jiang Ci answered honestly.

Qin Feng didn't mind, lighting one for himself. A crimson glow flashed briefly in his deep eyes.

He took a deep drag, the smoke ring slowly dispersing in the night air.

"Kid."

Qin Feng's voice sounded somewhat ethereal through the smoke.

"That story you told at the dinner table today..."

"Was it made up?"