Chapter 37: The Movie Star Keeps a Black-Hearted Vixen

“You’re just a small-time nobody—what do you know? If I didn’t do this, if I didn’t keep the heat going, do you think you’d still have a meal to eat?”

Su Tang forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a small stool nearby, and hurled it at her manager.

The manager’s eyes widened in shock and he scrambled to dodge, but his bulky frame made his movements sluggish.

Even though he reacted immediately, he still ended up getting hit on the foot.

He groaned in pain, shouting angrily, “Su Tang, what do you think you’re doing? Do you even want to keep working or not?”

“I’m done working, that’s for sure!” Su Tang snapped, grabbing a prop nearby, ready to strike the manager.

The manager, seeing this, hurriedly used his hefty body to dodge around the room.

*

An hour later, inside the JC bureau, the manager and Su Tang exchanged glances.

They hadn’t caused too much of a scene, and since they knew each other, JC just gave Su Tang a slight warning before letting them each call someone to take them home.

As JC was about to leave, the manager quickly grabbed his arm. “Wait, wait, big brother, don’t go yet. If you leave, this woman will go crazy again.”

Seeing Su Tang’s murderous glare, the manager had no doubt she would beat him up once more.

JC sighed helplessly and stayed by their side.

The manager was already on the phone calling for a ride, while Su Tang swiped through her contacts but couldn’t find a single person to call.

Honestly, the original owner’s life was truly miserable—no decent friends to speak of.

Unconsciously, Su Tang scrolled to a chat with Song Heqing; their conversation was still from their time on a variety show.

Since parting ways with Song Heqing last time, Su Tang hadn’t seen or spoken to him again.

Today’s trending news—Song Heqing surely saw it too, and she wanted to explain.

But what position did she have to explain herself from?

After all, they might not even be friends. Even Song Heqing’s previous offer to help if needed seemed to Su Tang like mere politeness.

Thinking this, Su Tang clicked into Song Heqing’s Moments.

She saw nothing but a blank page—either he hadn’t posted anything or he had blocked her.

In this day and age, who doesn’t use Moments? Probably the latter.

The more she thought about it, the more hurt she felt, suddenly doubting that Song Heqing ever had any feelings for her—it was likely all in her imagination.

Lost in her thoughts, the ride arranged by the manager arrived.

*

After they signed the paperwork and JC left, the manager stood before Su Tang.

Now having company and confidence, he said, “Su Tang, please, beg me and I’ll get you bailed out. From what I know, you don’t have many friends here, right? Are you planning to stay here forever?”

Su Tang looked up at the now arrogant manager, silent.

He frowned with disdain, “Hey, are you mute? Speak up, or you’re stuck here for life.”

Su Tang’s lips curled slightly, her eyes dark as they fixed on him.

The manager shivered inexplicably.

“You want another beating?” Su Tang asked calmly.

The manager snapped back to reality and cursed under his breath, “Damn it! Stupid woman, you just sit here then!”

Watching the manager stomp off with his companion, Su Tang only smiled.

But she then noticed the light drizzle outside, coupled with the pitch-black night, deepening her sense of loneliness.

As a member of the demon clan, living for centuries without friends was undoubtedly lonely.

But they rarely met their own kind, and even when they did, they soon parted ways.

So Su Tang made a few human friends—not close ones, just enough not to feel entirely alone.

Human lifespans were so brief compared to demon clans. Su Tang considered herself sentimental and couldn’t bear to see friends pass away one by one.

But here, she hadn’t even had time to make any friends…

With a sigh, Su Tang realized lingering here wasn’t a solution.

After much thought, she picked up her phone—not to message Song Heqing, but to find Shen Lu instead.

Su Tang: “Are you there?”

No immediate reply from Shen Lu—probably busy. She wasn’t in a hurry and sat waiting.

A notification sound chimed, and her phone vibrated. She lifted her head from her arm to check.

She expected Shen Lu’s reply but was surprised to see a message from Song Heqing instead.

Feeling lethargic and nearly dozing off just moments ago, Su Tang suddenly perked up.

She sat upright quickly and responded to Song Heqing’s message.

*

Song Heqing: “Where are you?”

Su Tang: “?”

Song Heqing: “Did you get hit?”

Su Tang, surprised: “How did you know?”

Song Heqing: “If you want to know, you’ll know. Where are you now?”

Su Tang: “At the JC bureau.”

Song Heqing: “Address?”

Su Tang blinked, puzzled: “?”

Song Heqing: “I’m coming to get you.”

Su Tang sniffled, unexpectedly touched.

She sent the address to Song Heqing, but then no further messages came. He didn’t reply again.

Then she snapped back to reality—Song Heqing was so busy, there was no way he’d come himself. He must be sending someone else.

When Song Heqing arrived at the JC bureau, stepping out of the car, he could see through the large windows a spacious hall with only Su Tang inside.

She had taken off her shoes and sat hugging her knees, her head buried in her arms, looking pitiful.

Su Tang seemed asleep. Song Heqing opened the door and approached quietly; she didn’t notice.

“Su Tang,” Song Heqing whispered softly. Honestly, he didn’t have the heart to wake her.

She was indeed asleep—and deeply so.

Having waited patiently and honestly for a long time with no one coming, she was simply too tired and had fallen asleep.

In her dreams, she vaguely heard voices around her.

Her consciousness slowly returned. The drop in body temperature from sleeping and the weather made her feel cold.

She twitched her nose, about to lift her head to see who was speaking, when suddenly she felt herself being lifted.

Startled, Su Tang quickly looked up, locking eyes with Song Heqing above her.

He smiled gently at her in his arms. “Awake? Want to sleep a little more?”