Rebirth of the Entertainment Circle: Return of the Queen

Chapter 40 This milk is for pets

Xia Ling screamed and woke up from her dream, covered in cold sweat.

She turned on all the lights with trembling hands, curled up in the corner of the bed, and hugged herself tightly. She didn't dare to close her eyes, and as soon as she closed her eyes, Pei Ziheng's face appeared in her mind. He was like a **** appearing, beating her with a whip, and possessing her forcefully. And when he was in the hospital earlier, he looked at her. Her unpredictable eyes...

—Xiao Ling, my beautiful butterfly, everything about you is mine.

—Li Lei, if you can protect him for a while, you may not be able to protect her for a lifetime.

In a trance, the low and hoarse voice echoed in my ears again, lingering like the whisper of an abyss demon.

She staggered out of bed, knocked over the water glass on the coffee table, and fumbled to turn on the record player in the corner of the room. She didn't know what song was playing, and the melodious melody spread. She had no time to think about it, so she forced herself to sing along with the melody, desperately focusing on the music and lyrics, staying away from the terrible scenes and memories in her dreams, not feeling or remembering...

The consciousness is hazy, and scenes of horrific fragments and lyrics flash alternately, out of control.

 The door was opened.

It was Li Lei. He heard her screams and the music from the record player burst in, and saw her curled up into a ball.

"Ye Xingling, what's wrong with you?" He leaned down and raised her pale face.

She murmured fragmented lyrics in her mouth, looking at him with empty eyes, as if looking into the empty distance, fear reflected in her crystal eyes, as confused and helpless as a wounded cub.

Looking at her in such a fragile state, Li Lei frowned, feeling a dull pain deep in his heart.

"Ye Xingling, you really think I'm a coolie." He murmured to himself and picked her up. She was very light and her body was trembling slightly as she curled up in his arms. She instinctively leaned against him and absorbed his chest. A hint of warmth.

Li Lei carried her to the sofa in the living room and gently stroked her back with his hands, soothing her gently.

 He had just finished bathing and was wearing a silk bathrobe. His warm skin was pressed against her cold body, as if he wanted to convey vitality and courage to her. She didn't know how long it took, but she felt that the fragmented and terrifying scenes in her dream finally subsided, her consciousness gradually returned, and she found that she was being held in his chest in an extremely ambiguous posture, and his heartbeat was beating steadily, as if there was something there. This strange soothing power made her calm down unconsciously.

 “Are you having a nightmare?” he asked softly.

 She nodded, shook her head again, and looked at him warily.

He looked at her expression like a vigilant little animal and felt a little funny, "It's not shameful to have nightmares, what about you?" Seeing that she was still wary and her back was slightly tense, he couldn't help but shake his head and let her go.

Xia Ling looked at him with some confusion as he stood up and left. After a while, a blanket was pulled out from somewhere and covered with her. The soft touch fell on her skin, which was very comfortable. Her tense back slowly relaxed and she let out a long breath.

Li Lei left again.

 The kitchen light came on, and then there was the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing, and the sound of the stove igniting.

 He came back with a glass of hot milk and handed it to her: "It will make you feel better after drinking it."

She blinked. She didn't expect him to be so considerate, and she was almost flattered - you know, for a big boss like him, it's easy to give women a few luxuries, but it's rare to cook and warm milk with your own hands.

 But she didn't like drinking milk, so she shook her head and said weakly: "I won't drink it."

 He raised his eyebrows: "Don't drink?"

Before he finished speaking, a leopard slowly walked out of the shadows in the depths of the living room. It was covered in gorgeous fur with rose markings. It walked elegantly and lazily, and came to the sofa like a king conquering the world. Xia Ling felt like her hair was going to explode. The distance was so close that she could even hear the beast's breathing.

“Er Mao, I’m not here for you.” Li Lei rubbed Er Mao’s head casually.

The leopard looked longingly at the milk in his hand and whimpered, seeming a little aggrieved.

Li Lei put the milk into Xia Ling's hand: "You drink it, and I'll prepare a share for Er Mao. If you don't drink it..." He smiled slightly, showing his white teeth, "I'll feed Er Mao the milk myself."

Xia Ling looked at the milk in her hand, then at Ermao, and said weakly: "I'll drink it."

Li Lei smiled with satisfaction and asked Er Mao to leave.

The kitchen light came on again, and Xia Ling drank the milk in small sips. She heard him talking to Er Mao while feeding him: "Er Mao, okay, okay, I'm seven years old and I'm still acting like a baby. Isn't that just stealing a little bit of your milk?" …”

　What, steal?

Xia Ling looked at the milk in her hand, confused.

Not long after, Li Lei returned to her alone and saw that she had finished drinking the milk and was very satisfied. So Dafa comforted her kindly and said, "Don't be afraid. Ermao won't stay in the living room after eating midnight snacks. He has his own special room."

But…

Xia Ling asked cautiously: "Did you steal this milk?"

Li Lei was startled and laughed. "Isn't it stolen?" he said. "I never drink this kind of thing. All the milk in the house is prepared for Ermao and is exclusively for him."

Xia Ling was speechless. The taste of this milk was very special. If she remembered correctly, it was a very good brand abroad. In her previous life, her sister Xia Yu drank it for a while when she was seriously ill. This kind of milk has to be booked in advance, and there is a limited amount. Every year, people are robbed of the quota... How many people are scrambling with money to get something that they can't buy, but he actually uses it to feed their pets? !

 “What are you thinking about?” he asked her.

 “…rich and willful.” she said.

 He laughed again, looking very happy, and couldn't help teasing her: "If you follow me, you will still be rich and willful."

Xia Ling rolled her eyes at him angrily: "No one can force me to do something I don't want to do."

"Don't be so nervous, little beauty," Li Lei smiled playfully, "When did I say I was going to force you? Do I seem to be such a pervert? I will wait...one day, you will be willing." He has always been a very patient hunter, especially when it comes to his favorite prey, and he doesn't mind playing a harmless game of chase.

Xia Ling has deep doubts about the credibility of his words. She is no longer the naive and gullible person she was in her previous life. She knows that all promises are insignificant in the face of the huge disparity in power and status.

"However," he wagged his finger leisurely, "I have to remind you that you rejected me once and I saved you once, so you owe me twice in total. It only takes three. Next time, you will encounter any trouble, but Don’t expect me to help you unconditionally.”

She heard what he meant. If she asked for help next time, she would have to trade her body.

 “That day will never come.” She said coldly.

He laughed and looked at the fragile and proud girl in front of him: "Really? Let's wait and see."

 (End of this chapter)