The big star has a prince syndrome

In a drowsy state, Ye Yan was drifting back and forth between wakefulness and sleep as if in a dream.

He seemed to be put into the car, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut.

It was the first time for Wu Qiong to do such a thing. Driven by excitement and nervousness, he did not dare to stop for a moment and quickly started the car and left.

He didn't see that just as his car left the parking space, the owner of the cool black supercar in the next parking space walked out from the darkness behind.

There were not many lights on in the empty underground garage, and a beam of light from above just happened to hit the wild and puzzled face of the person who came in.

It was Feng Yu. After he walked to his car, he looked at the taillights that were getting farther and farther away in front of him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ye Yan?"

Although half of Ye Yan's head was hidden in Wu Qiong's chest just now, even if it was just a side profile, Feng Yu, as someone who had close contact with Ye Yan, recognized him at a glance. Not to mention that Ye Yan's image was unparalleled in the world, and it was difficult to find another person like him in the world.

More importantly, Feng Yu has excellent eyesight and is not nearsighted at all.

Ye Yan was taken out of the hotel by Wu Qiong and drove into the night.

He didn't know where he was, but he felt his body was shaking, as if he was lying on a small boat being pushed into the depths of the sea.

"Qingran..." He murmured a name in his blurred consciousness. That was the first and most important person that humans would subconsciously think of when encountering a crisis.

Later, the slight bumpy feeling disappeared, the car engine stopped, and the world suddenly became quiet, which made him regain consciousness from his coma.

His eyes opened weakly a crack, and in the dim light, the car door was opened, and Wu Qiong's dark figure pressed up in front of him like a mountain.

He was carried out of the carriage. There seemed to be grass and trees around him, and the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind made him dizzy.

The medicine Wu Qiong gave him didn't seem to be too much. When a rough big hand touched his face, the drowsy feeling gradually disappeared and he woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Qiong staring at him as if he were admiring a treasure. Ye Yan immediately turned his head to avoid his touch. When he wanted to get up, he found that he had been tied to a tattered single bed and his hands could not move.

Looking at his hands that were tightly locked, a familiar scene flashed through Ye Yan's mind. Helplessness and fear followed one after another, like a pair of invisible big hands strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Your women's clothing is so beautiful, you are not really a girl, are you? Hahaha~"

"I'm not! Director, please let me go. I don't want to play this game!"

"Oh, we can't afford to play. We are all men, and we don't like men. Just because you are beautiful makes you happy. Cooperate with us to take a few photos and have fun. Be obedient."

"Why are you wasting time talking to him? We have to start filming soon. Hurry up and prop up his legs so the photo will look more realistic."

"Of course I am. I'm a professional photographer. Come on, let's see who moves faster, oh~"

"No! I really don't want to play! Go away~!"

The memories were disgusting. The possessed men had forcibly pulled his cowering limbs apart, torn off his clothes, and simulated the movements of animal reproduction on him to satisfy their low and evil tastes.

He cursed and begged for mercy, and even cried and shouted that he would not film anymore and did not want his salary, just to end the nightmare.

But those voices were eventually drowned out by the man's evil and rampant laughter. A supporting actor was as lowly as a puppet in front of those in power in the crew.

For the past eight years, that scene has been a shadow in his life and has become his nightmare more than once.

Not only did he not become numb because of the passage of time, but every time the scene reappeared in his mind, he would still feel disappointed with the world and human nature.

"Wu Qiong... you want to go to jail? Let me go..."

The shadow of the past reappeared, and he suddenly broke out in a layer of cold sweat. His heart beat violently and even his breathing became irregular. This feeling was very bad.

Palpitations, dizziness, weakness, and even a slight cramp in the stomach.

He forced himself to steady himself and pulled at his bound hands with all his might. The handcuffs made a metallic sound as they knocked against the bed frame, and the red lotus painting on the back of his hands, which he had not yet removed, fluttered and danced with his movements.

Judging from the surrounding environment, this should be an abandoned house, a remote place that is only found outside the Fourth Ring Road.

What on earth did Xu Qingran do to him that made him so desperate...

Ye Yan was helpless and couldn't help but be curious. That boy must have been very cruel to force someone to commit a crime.

He had no intention of blaming Xu Qingran if he could leave here safely.

The physical discomfort made Ye Yan unable to calm down. Seeing him moving around, Wu Qiong suddenly pressed his head to hold him still.

"Isn't it up to you whether I go to jail or not? If you dare to let me in, I can't guarantee what I'll say in my confession, like something that will undermine your innocence... Even if it's false, someone will believe it if it gets out... I don't mind taking the blame."

Wu Qiong seemed to have thought of a reason to threaten him long ago. In the quiet air, Ye Yan's breathing became noticeably heavier.

Seeing that he was scared, Wu Qiong laughed like a madman, and combed Ye Yan's messy hair into place like combing a doll, revealing her eyebrows and eyes that looked like they were painted in ink.

"Don't worry, as long as you ask your lover to let me go and stop suppressing me, I won't hurt you. I was also forced to do this... Ask him to let me live and tell the gangsters to stay away from me."

"I know who he is. He's your former assistant. I took a picture of you two kissing, but because I like you, I didn't sell it to the paparazzi. If I had, I would have never had to worry about food and clothing in my life. But I'm an artist, I can't sell out my muse..."

"But eight years ago... not only did you not stand up to help me, you even secretly took pictures of me being insulted by them... You don't deserve to be a photographer, let alone call yourself an artist..."

Ye Yan ruthlessly exposed his confession, which he thought was sincere. Wu Qiong's expression froze when his sore spot was touched.

"I was forced to do that by the tyranny of capital! Do you think I wanted to? We were the same back then. You were lucky enough to meet Pei Sujun and turned things around. How glorious are you? The center of attention and worth hundreds of millions! Those guys who bullied you have also lived a happy life these years. It turns out that I am the only one who is unlucky! I am already like a rat in the gutter, and your boyfriend won't let me go. It's not you who ordered it, right?"

When Wu Qiong was excited, he looked at Ye Yan with a bit more resentment, which scared Ye Yan's pupils.

Seeing that he was frightened, Wu Qiong's eyes suddenly softened again. He gently stroked the cold sweat on Ye Yan's forehead and turned back into the look of an obsessed fan.

"Don't be afraid. I can't bear to hurt you. I won't ask any more questions. Regardless of whether it was you who ordered it, I just want him to let me go. Is that okay?"

Wu Qiong smiled, and immediately took out Ye Yan's cell phone and handed it to Ye Yan, asking him for the password.

Ye Yan didn't know what to do and remained silent. Wu Qiong gradually lost his patience and could no longer bear it. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a button on his clothes.

"Stop~"

Looking at her torn collar, Ye Yan opened her mouth in horror to stop him, but before she could finish her words, Wu Qiong covered her mouth.

Wu Qiong suddenly felt that if he could realize his wish, he would be willing to go to jail.

"If you won't plead for me, then I'll fulfill my greatest wish in this life and take a set of photos for you. You know, you're as perfect as Venus... Clothes will only hinder my admiration for you..."

Probably guessing what he was going to shoot, the fear in Ye Yan's eyes gradually faded, replaced by resentment and coldness.

He didn't understand why these bad things always happened to him, as if fate had favored him but then demanded a price, making him struggle forever between happiness and pain.