Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

Song Yi came out, supporting her waist, her face still a little red. Hu Jingwen and Song Yi made eye contact, and then Hu Jingwen's eyes quickly scanned Song Yi up and down. When he saw Song Yi supporting her waist, he immediately imagined Song Yi being choked, her face turning red, and then being thrown to the ground by a vengeful ghost, injuring her waist.

"Are you alright? How serious is your back injury?"

Hu Jingwen walked forward, and Song Yi slammed the door shut behind him, then blocked Hu Jingwen with one hand, startling him.

"It's not serious, I'm fine, I'm perfectly okay."

Song Yi's actions seemed somewhat flustered, and everyone assumed that he was just trying to save face. They assumed that things must be very intense inside his room, and Song Yi didn't want them to see it for fear of losing face.

"Getting beaten up by a vengeful ghost is no big deal, as long as you don't die. Your level is so low, it's already impressive that you can withstand the vengeful ghost for so long."

Hu Jingwen's eyes lit up. As he spoke, he gave Song Yi a knowing look, then took out two bottles of all-purpose safflower oil from the system:

"This is especially effective for sprains and bruises. Do you need my help?"

Song Yi took the things without even looking at them: "No need, I can do it myself."

"It's getting late. There are enough guest rooms on the first floor for everyone. Please get some rest."

The four people glanced at Song Yi. People with strong self-esteem cannot accept other people's concern. The best thing to do with such people is to give them enough private space. So they asked him a few questions and then went downstairs one after another.

After everyone left, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't let everyone see the special food he had prepared for himself in his room. He had originally prepared a fruit platter for five people, but he forgot to share it with everyone, so he ate the portion for five people himself.

But that's not the point. The point is that he drank a whole bottle of 45-year-old Romanée-Conti by himself. It's not that the wine is expensive, but it's rare, and he only had one bottle.

Since Song Yi couldn't take this bottle of wine with him from the system, he could only consume it within the game.

It's shameful to eat alone, but it's also very enjoyable, and he won't share that joy with everyone yet.

After a good night's sleep, Song Yi woke up feeling refreshed.

Lin Chenchen didn't sleep all night. She didn't want to go to this dinner party, but given the many lessons learned from the past, she now had two choices: first, to die; second, to attend. However, the second choice would be even more painful than death.

She thought about it all night. She didn't want to live like this anymore, but she also didn't want those people to have an easy time.

She opened the drawer, inside which was a camera the size of a brooch, which could connect to a mobile phone via Bluetooth for live streaming.

She was determined that before she died, she would expose all the evil deeds of these people.

Lin Chenchen's performance during filming in the morning was not very good, and she seemed out of sorts. Although she was scolded by the director a few times, it did not affect her mood at all. In the afternoon, she asked the crew for leave and went back to the company.

Wenya was given a holiday, and Lin Chenchen even settled Wenya's salary. Hu Jingwen was called back to the company for a meeting.

Inside the entertainment company, Zhao Huan knew that Lin Chenchen had been selected. Every company has a few people like that, and Lin Chenchen was the one she recommended.

Zhao Huan was once one of those chosen. Although these banquets are cruel, they can be exchanged for good resources.

Zhao Huan showed no remorse for what Lin Chenchen was about to face; on the contrary, she believed that Lin Chenchen should thank her.

She will also attend this banquet, but only as a regular guest.

Lin Chenchen usually doesn't cooperate well in these kinds of situations. Zhao Huan was afraid that Lin Chenchen would cause trouble, so he went to her dressing and resting place to give her a little nudge. But to Zhao Huan's surprise, Lin Chenchen didn't cry or make a fuss this time, and her expression was indifferent.

Zhao Huan walked up to Lin Chenchen's makeup mirror and stared at her. She felt that something about Lin Chenchen seemed different.

While applying her makeup, Lin Chenchen casually remarked:

"The company's social butterfly doesn't go out to 'socialize' with people; he's always watching what I'm doing."

Zhao Huan frowned as she listened to Lin Chenchen's sarcastic words. Did Lin Chenchen think that just because she attended this dinner party and those people gave her resources, she would look down on her?

"What are you pretending for? Didn't you say you'd rather die than attend another dinner party? Now you've learned to do your own makeup?"

Lin Chenchen glanced at Zhao Huan in the mirror. She still had a faint smile on her face, and her emotions seemed unaffected.

This only made Zhao Huan angrier: "I thought you had a lot of backbone, but you're just as vain as I am. Remember this: your current status and resources are all thanks to me. If it weren't for me and the company supporting you, you wouldn't be such a famous star now."

Lin Chenchen slammed her makeup brush on the table; she had been putting up with Zhao Huan for a long time.

What she hates most is that people like Zhao Huan are constantly trying to manipulate her, saying that she owes her current success entirely to the company, even though the company has betrayed her multiple times for its own profit and revenue.

Last year, when the company was struggling, her job was thriving. You could say she single-handedly supported the entire company. But in Zhao Huan's words, it became that the company owed her a debt of gratitude that she could never repay in her lifetime.

"Have you said enough? Everything I have is given to me by the company? Why does the company give it to me? It's because I can bring profits to the company. The company relies on me to make money. If I couldn't make money, would the company still be cultivating me like this? No, and the company would abandon me without hesitation."

"Everything I have today is the result of my own hard work and I have built it up bit by bit. So please stop saying that the company has been incredibly kind to me. I find it disgusting."

These were the words Lin Chenchen had wanted to say to them since she first entered the industry, but she was too young and lacked the courage back then. Now that she had said them all, she felt completely enlightened.

Lin Chenchen usually behaved like a timid quail, and today she was a little unaccustomed to being contradicted by this timid quail.

Zhao Huan pointed at Lin Chenchen in the mirror: "You, you, how could you talk to me like that?"

Lin Chenchen couldn't help but roll her eyes while sitting there. Zhao Huan only knew this one sentence.

"If there's nothing else, please leave. This is my dressing room."

It wasn't until she stepped out of the dressing room that Zhao Huan realized she had been kicked out by Lin Chenchen.

Without that annoying person in the dressing room, even the air felt fresher.

Lin Chenchen continued applying her makeup when Song Yi called her.

Song Yi: "Lin Chenchen, where did you go?"