The Rebirth of a Top Star

At that moment, Song Shiyuan felt that it might be best if he hadn't come in.

If he hadn't seen it, Song Shiyuan could have pretended nothing had happened. In his mind, he had already imagined countless scenarios and intimate scenes.

Song Shiyuan still remembers the pink bubbles between the two of them in the show, edited out by the production team. To this day, as Song Shiyuan watches Shen Nanqiao's status in the entertainment industry rise higher and higher, he still regrets why he agreed to let Shen Nanqiao film that bullshit dating reality show.

Shen Nanqiao saw Song Shiyuan.

Although the light in the entryway was off, Shen Nanqiao was certain that it was Song Shiyuan. She pushed the person in front of her away, a surprised smile on her face: "No, what brings you here?"

Shen Nanqiao's joy was palpable to everyone. She was very curious about the man she had been searching for but who had suddenly appeared, and rushed up to try to grab Song Shiyuan's hand.

Shen Nanqiao's rare enthusiasm for Song Shiyuan was met with a rebuff from Song Shiyuan. He didn't reach out to grab Shen Nanqiao's outstretched hand, nor did he even look at her; he was still staring at the man by the window.

For some reason, Dou Shiyan, who was not guilty before, suddenly felt a little guilty under Song Shiyuan's gaze. He walked over and reached out to shake hands with Song Shiyuan. Unexpectedly, he was not ignored. Song Shiyuan reached out and gave Dou Shiyan a light handshake, looking at him with an aggressive gaze.

That's him, the one who just hugged Shen Nanqiao.

Song Shiyuan firmly believed that what he saw was correct. He reached out and pulled Shen Nanqiao behind him. The door was not closed because Song Shiyuan had rushed in earlier. Shen Nanqiao stood behind Song Shiyuan, her wrist tightly held by him, the marks on it still aching.

However, Shen Nanqiao remained silent, sensing that the atmosphere seemed a bit off.

A breeze seemed to be blowing in from outside the door, causing Shen Nanqiao's clothes to flutter on the back, sending a chill down her spine. Shen Nanqiao decided it was best to remain silent for now.

She even endured the pain in her wrist.

As for why Dou Shiyan appeared in Shen Nanqiao's house, we need to go back half an hour to explain.

When Shen Nanqiao knocked on Song Shiyuan's door for the fourth time, there was still no answer, and of course, no one came to open the door. This time, Shen Nanqiao was beginning to suspect whether the president was actually looking at his phone.

This person disappeared as if their phone had been thrown into the Qiantang River and sunk to the bottom. Shen Nanqiao had already sent many messages.

So Shen Nanqiao, who was going upstairs, thought that usually only she and Song Shiyuan used the escape route, and she believed that nothing would happen. She figured that she could only knock on the door and come back down in about two minutes, so she decided to leave a crack in the door for herself.

So she did just that.

So when Shen Nanqiao went up, she deliberately didn't close the door properly. It was this coincidence that allowed Dou Shiyan, who was used to the same thing twice, to come in directly.

Shen Nanqiao noticed something was wrong the moment she returned and before even entering the door. The gap in the door wasn't this wide when she had walked through it. Moreover, the angle made it look like someone had deliberately left a mark after going in.

Shen Nanqiao didn't dare to go in directly. No way, no way. At that moment, all Shen Nanqiao could think about was whether a serial killer or a stalker had entered her home.

Shen Nanqiao even considered the possibility of illegitimate children, standing outside the door rehearsing various possibilities. She even prepared the 110 emergency number on her phone. Upon entering, she quietly picked up the umbrella she had placed under the door and instantly turned on the living room light.

Not only was he blinded by the dazzling light, but Dou Shiyan, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, was also dazzled.

Yes, it's Dou Shiyan again.

Shen Nanqiao was speechless. She casually placed the long umbrella she had been using for self-defense against the wall.

He walked over by himself, turned off his phone screen, and put it in his pocket.

She was somewhat angry.

"If you do this again, I'll call the police right outside the door." Shen Nanqiao showed no mercy, not even bothering to maintain a smile.

If something like this happens once, Shen Nanqiao can just let it go and treat it as a joke between friends.

But if it happens a second time, it could be considered intentional, right? "You could have just stood outside the door and waited for me to come back, and no one would have said anything to you."

In the past, if Dou Shiyan saw Shen Nanqiao was angry at this time, he would usually choose to resolve the conflict in a humorous way by joking.

But this time, Dou Shiyan just sat on the sofa and looked at Shen Nanqiao without saying anything else.

There was no rush to explain; Dou Shiyan's current demeanor in front of Shen Nanqiao is completely different from the "little wolf dog" he portrayed on the show.

Putting aside others, even Shen Nanqiao herself felt uncomfortable.

No one replied, and Shen Nanqiao herself felt it was pointless to say anything.

Shen Nanqiao lowered her guard and sat down to the right of Dou Shiyan: "Tell me, why are you looking for me in the middle of the night, and why are you being so mysterious?"

Shen Nanqiao picked up her phone and seemed to glance at it, but Dou Shiyan's eyes followed her.

In truth, only Shen Nanqiao knew in her heart that she was still waiting for news from Song Shiyuan. She no longer praised Song Shiyuan for being smart; now, Shen Nanqiao suspected that Song Shiyuan had taken her words seriously.

Dou Shiyan glanced at Shen Nanqiao's phone, then his gaze followed the phone to Shen Nanqiao's wrist: "What happened to your wrist!"

Although it was unclear what Dou Shiyan was trying to say, everything had now faded away, and Dou Shiyan's attention was now focused on Shen Nanqiao's injured wrist.

After rushing back, Shen Nanqiao didn't treat the wound in time, and now it looks like a different level of injury.

Shen Nanqiao then noticed the additional wounds.

"It's nothing." Shen Nanqiao smiled nonchalantly. In fact, if Dou Shiyan hadn't touched her, Shen Nanqiao wouldn't have realized that her condition was serious.

For some reason, Shen Nanqiao didn't want to tell Dou Shiyan anything, as if it were a private matter.

Despite Dou Shiyan's persistent and firm stance, Shen Nanqiao still disinfected the wound.

It looks red and swollen, but it's actually not that bad. This was the excuse Shen Nanqiao gave Dou Shiyan. Dou Shiyan knew that Shen Nanqiao didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask any further.

However, his gaze kept falling on this spot, making Shen Nanqiao feel uneasy.

Later, the two were finally able to sit down and have a proper chat. Shen Nanqiao had actually been curious about one thing ever since she first saw Dou Shiyan.

The reason why so many wealthy people and celebrities live in Pinshui Sishu is because of its extremely strong security.

Shen Nanqiao was unsure how Dou Shiyan had gotten in through the back door.

Shen Nanqiao then asked directly, "So, you thief, can you explain to me how you got up here?"

Shen Nanqiao made a small joke to Dou Shiyan, but Dou Shiyan did not answer directly. Instead, he asked in return, "What kind of people do you think live here?"

There are many luxury villa areas in Yungang City, but Pinshui Sishu is more popular because most of its buildings are single-level apartments rather than detached villas, which is more in line with the lifestyle of young people.

Another thing is that the housing prices here are really expensive.

Shen Nanqiao guessed and replied, "A rich person."

Dou Shiyan nodded in agreement, then said something Shen Nanqiao didn't want to hear: "So it's very simple, just buy an apartment in this building."

Looking at Dou Shiyan's expression, Shen Nanqiao could practically see those four words etched on his face; a fleeting smugness flashed across his cheeks.

It's easy.