Chapter 27#
World 1: The Tragic Supporting Male Lead Changes the Script Online#
996 had been wandering outside for half a month, and when it reappeared, it had lost a lot of weight. Its fur was gray and dirty, completely losing the majesty of a divine messenger.
“Qin Qing, quickly confess to Cang Ming, say you like him.” 996 circled far away from Cang Ming, sneaked to Qin Qing’s feet, and urged in a small voice.
The script recorded that it was precisely because of this desperate confession that the original owner was fired by Cang Ming. Later, Qin Zishi was invited back to the company by Cang Ming in a grand manner, and with his guarantee, the original owner returned to his job.
Remembering this plot, 996, who had already subdued a group of cats and dogs outside and became a street bully, hurried back.
Qin Qing, who was drinking champagne with his head tilted back, almost choked.
He silently put down the wine glass and turned to look at Cang Ming.
This man was wearing a dark blue suit today, with a famous watch worth tens of millions on his hand. The tie clip was a platinum-cast Ouroboros, with two blue diamonds inlaid in the snake’s eye position. Following the tie upwards, there was a handsome and extraordinary face.
At this moment, this face was lowered, and the unfathomable eyes looked over silently, so the dangerous, arrogant, and extremely cold and sharp aura expanded everywhere.
His tall body stood on this not-so-narrow balcony, and his strong presence burned the surrounding air.
The guests in the banquet hall were still paying attention to him, with awe, probing, or scorching gazes, from time to time cast to this originally quiet corner.
Qin Qing licked his thin lips stained with a little champagne, and felt inexplicably nervous when looking at Cang Ming. His keen sixth sense repeatedly told him that Cang Ming was an extremely dangerous person.
Cang Ming also put the wine glass on the low table aside and looked at Qin Qing silently. He seemed to be waiting for something.
“Confess! Please, I’m begging you, okay? Go through this plot and see if this world can still be saved. I don’t want to be trapped in an endless loop! I want to get out!” 996 covered its face with its dirty paws, pretending to sob, its green eyes peeking at Qin Qing’s reaction from between its fingers.
Qin Qing, who was looking at Cang Ming silently, suddenly tilted his head and bloomed a smile as clear as water.
Cang Ming’s eyes flickered, and he asked in a deep voice, “What’s wrong?”
He picked up the wine glass and drank a mouthful of amber-colored thick liquid. The spicy wine burned his throat and rushed into his chest, making his heart tighten.
But from Qin Qing’s perspective, this dangerous and handsome man was looking cold and stern, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers away.
Confess to such a Cang Ming? How is that possible?
Qin Qing shook his head, his gaze moved to the dark night sky, and he said in a low voice, “Nothing.”
Cang Ming clenched the wine glass, pursed his thin lips, and his aura became even colder. A moment of emptiness made him lose his senses.
But he did not leave this flower-filled balcony, but stood silently next to Qin Qing, following Qin Qing’s gaze, looking at the empty and bottomless night sky.
There was no rain tonight, but there were no stars or moon either. Severe air pollution has made the city’s sky more and more turbid.
“There’s nothing to see here.” Cang Ming took the initiative to start a conversation. If someone familiar with him were here, they would know how abnormal this behavior was.
Qin Qing shook his head and said softly, “How can that be. Look there.”
Qin Qing stretched out his hand and pointed to the skyscrapers standing under the night sky. They were brightly lit and shining, twinkling and changing neon lights.
“God loves the lights of the world more than his own great stars.” Qin Qing recited slowly in a low and gentle voice.
Cang Ming thought for a while and asked in confusion, “What does that mean?”
“It’s a poem from Tagore’s ‘Stray Birds’. Haven’t you heard of it?” Qin Qing still looked up at the night sky.
“I never read poetry.” Cang Ming shook his head expressionlessly.
“Why?”
Cang Ming was silent.
“Because you can’t feel the beauty of poetry?”
Cang Ming shook his head and commented unceremoniously: “They are all some moaning without illness, pretentious sentences.”
Qin Qing took a deep breath secretly, pointed to the night sky and said slowly, “Even God loves the lights of the world, so the most beautiful scenery is in the world. How can you not feel its beauty?”
Qin Qing turned to look at Cang Ming, his eyes reflecting thousands of lights. The orange lights dyed his pale cheeks with a warm color.
Cang Ming looked at this face exuding a warm atmosphere unblinkingly.
“God doesn’t love the lights of the world.” He shook his head, his tone cold and certain.
“How do you know?” Qin Qing frowned.
“Because the lights of the world are boring.”
“This sentence sounds familiar, I seem to have heard someone say it.” Qin Qing pondered for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: “President Cang, you are like President Xu. He also said this world is boring.”
“Isn’t it? What do you live for, can you say it clearly?” Cang Ming drank the wine in the cup with his head tilted back and said wearily: “Even the strongest wine is as bland as plain water.”
He put down the wine glass, his dark eyes looking at this brightly lit world without emotion.
Qin Qing didn’t like this world-weary attitude. After thinking seriously, he said, “I really can’t say what I live for, it’s a difficult feeling to describe. Like a flower.”
Qin Qing stretched out his hand, gently fiddled with a white rose extending on his shoulder, smiled quietly, and slowly narrated: “Like a flower, it grows here, enduring the wind and rain outside. If one day, the wind and rain destroy it and make it wither, then it withers. If one day, it survives the wind and rain and waits for the time to bloom, then it blooms. You ask it why it lives like this, it can only tell you, it is a flower, it wants to bloom, even if the final destiny is bound to be withering. Because of it, the world may have added a bit of beauty, or perhaps it is precisely because the world is too beautiful that such a flower is bred. Living is originally a very beautiful thing, where are so many whys, don’t you think?”
Qin Qing propped his cheek and leaned against the railing, his clear eyes looking at Cang Ming steadily.
A white rose bloomed by his neck, gently rubbing against his handsome and beautiful face. Many blue and purple hydrangeas clustered at his feet, like pilgrims. He stood in the fiery flower bushes, with his back to the dark sky and facing the bright lights, slowly narrating the fate of a flower.
His gentle voice was like the slight tremor of petals blooming quietly in the night.
Cang Ming couldn’t feel the beauty of the world, but at this moment, he suddenly appreciated the beauty of a flower.
His gaze could no longer be moved away from Qin Qing.
The low sound of the cello came from the banquet hall, like a river flowing slowly in the night. Qin Qing listened for a moment and sighed: “Isn’t it nice to enjoy the night view of the city with music?”
“Nice.” Cang Ming nodded in a daze, his voice dark and hoarse. He fell into a wonderful slight intoxication, and before this, even drinking countless strong wines could not make him lose his clarity.
“Look what that is.” Qin Qing stretched out his hand, pointed to the horizon, his eyes shining with surprise.
Cang Ming looked in the direction of his finger, his emotions and body being controlled unconsciously.
A dense patch of bright spots floated in the air, slowly combining into the pattern of a red rose, and then into the face of a beautiful girl. The girl curved her lips and narrowed her eyes, smiling brilliantly.
“It’s a drone show.” Cang Ming explained.
“The stars of the world are so beautiful.” Qin Qing sighed with satisfaction.
The girl’s face slowly spread out, turning into disordered light spots, and then formed a sentence—[Doudou, will you marry me?]
“Someone is proposing!” Qin Qing lay on the railing, laughing and talking in the evening breeze.
He turned to look at Cang Ming and said with a hint of joy: “I guess the girl named Doudou will hug the proposing boy and kiss him in surprise. Do you think God wouldn’t love such a world? How interesting?”
Cang Ming shook his head, silent. When it comes to the world, to the human world, he is always unable to empathize.
“The facts may be completely opposite to your imagination. Such a grand proposal, if the girl doesn’t like it, will only feel embarrassed.” Cang Ming pierced Qin Qing’s small joy and comfort.
“I found that this world is not boring, what’s boring is you.” Qin Qing was a little angry, and some blush appeared on his pale face.
A fresh breath came head-on, mixed with an intoxicating strong fragrance.
Cang Ming took a deep breath secretly, and then took out his phone and sent a message.
A moment later, he handed the phone to Qin Qing, his voice low: “Look.”
A video came from the phone. In the video, a rich second generation covered in famous brands was holding a huge bouquet of roses from a red sports car and handing it to a beautiful girl. A circle of onlookers stood around, and above their heads were the proposal words written by drones.
The crowd was shouting, wave after wave: “Marry him, marry him, marry him…”
If the girl didn’t agree, the sound wave wouldn’t stop.
But the girl actually refused the rich second generation’s roses, saying loudly that she already had a boyfriend, and if she were to marry, she would only marry her boyfriend. A tall and handsome boy was pushed out, looking at the girl with a red face.
His clothes were very simple, and his expression was also very cramped. It could be seen that he was the girl’s boyfriend, but his family conditions seemed not very good.
The crowd booed, and the rich second generation also showed an angry and unwilling look.
The girl asked the boy to speak, not to propose, even a word of liking would be fine, but the boy ran away timidly.
The angry and ashamed rich second generation and his friends began to attack the girl, calling her cheap, ungrateful, and a broken shoe that no one wanted. The girl cried bitterly in a torrent of abuse.
“You see, this world is so boring. Its true face is completely different from your imagination.” Cang Ming said, spoiling the scenery.
Qin Qing was so angry that he held his breath. He finally understood why the term “straight man” was always preceded by the word “dead”.
“President Cang, do you have no friends?” His smile was gentle, but his tone was slightly sarcastic.
Cang Ming shook his head and said coldly: “I don’t need friends.”
Qin Qing took a deep breath. Suddenly, he didn’t want to chat with this emotionless machine anymore.
Just then, he looked down and saw a disheveled figure rushing out of the banquet hall on the first floor. It was Zhou Linlin.
She was wearing a pink strapless dress with a rather exaggerated bow at the back of her waist, her waist-length hair curled into big waves, and a huge pink bow on her head, dressed like a cake tower.
The hem of the pink dress was caught by a branch on the side, causing her to fall heavily.
A noble lady chased out, saw Zhou Linlin who had fallen on the ground and hurriedly went to help, but was pulled back by the middle-aged man who arrived later.
“Let her go if she wants to go, don’t stop her! Things like her that can’t be on the stage only deserve to stay in the countryside!”
The man’s voice was full of indifference and disgust. Analyzing from the choice of words, he should be Zhou Linlin’s father.
Zhou Linlin wanted to get up, but the exaggerated Gothic skirt trapped her like a cage. She turned her head and looked at her parents. The two tear stains on her face were particularly conspicuous under the light.
She was so disheveled and so helpless.
Qin Qing retracted the last trace of gentleness from the bottom of his eyes and said slowly: “President Cang, you are right, the true face of this world is sometimes hateful. But do you know what the mission of a flower is?”
“It’s to bloom beautifully!” 996, who had been silent for a long time, raised its paw to answer.
Cang Ming was silent for a moment, and his heart was蠢蠢欲动. He really wanted to copy this answer, because he felt that Qin Qing was already a little unhappy.
However, before he could answer, Qin Qing had already spoken slowly: “It is to give to those who need comfort.”