After being ridiculed all over the Internet, I became famous in the entertainment circle

Chapter 47. 47. Give everyone the truth

Dark night.

Li Qianhai stood by the window, dazed, with a cigarette between his fingers. It wasn't until the falling tobacco burned his fingers that the man was startled and stifled the cigarette.

The ashtray on the coffee table was already full of cigarette butts.

Having been in the entertainment industry for many years, he knew that he should not be concerned about the public opinion.

But when those remarks hurt the people around him, Li Qianhai was still blocked in his heart.

"Haizi."

The woman lying on the bed woke up leisurely, looked at the melancholy figure of the man by the window, called softly, inhaled some smoke, and coughed twice.

Li Qianhai quickly opened the window for ventilation.

"Sorry, I forgot for a while." He walked to the bed and apologized.

The woman shook her head.

The marks left by the years on her face are heavier than those of others, perhaps because of the torture suffered in those years, her body can never return to the original, her hair is dry and split, and her cheeks are slightly sunken.

Li Qianhai looked at Ji Lan, feeling as if a big stone had been crushed in his heart.

Ji Lan, who is not mad, is demure and elegant, like a magnolia blooming quietly, making people feel comfortable after seeing it.

"How are you feeling lately?"

Li Qianhai unconsciously slowed down his voice.

"I'm fine." Her eyes showed a calming power, "It's you, why did you start smoking again?"

"I used to smoke."

"Liar." When she was in a hurry, she couldn't help coughing.

"You slow down."

Li Qianhai quickly poured her a glass of water, and the woman stood up and took a small sip.

He patted her on the back, and couldn't help nagging: "Look at your body, it can't withstand a little storm, and you should pay more attention to it."

Ji Lan breathed a sigh of relief, lay down, and said peacefully: "My body has long been useless, and it doesn't matter whether I pay attention or not."

"Nonsense." Li Qianhai sternly said, "You will definitely be fine."

Ji Lan stared at him for a while, making Li Qianhai feel a little uncomfortable, before speaking slowly.

"Haiko, do you have something to hide from me?"

Li Qianhai looked away guiltily.

"What can I do..."

"You smoke when you have troubles, and you dare not look people in the eye when you lie."

The man froze and didn't speak.

After a long silence, Ji Lan sighed, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes projected a small shadow on the slightly pale and haggard skin.

"If it wasn't for you, I would have died long ago."

Her eyes were dull, and she spoke numbly.

"As far as my broken body is concerned, I know that I am your drag, but let me help you appropriately, okay?"

"Otherwise, I would really hate my own existence."

The more she talked, the more emotional she became.

Li Qianhai hurriedly comforted the woman, and asked her to take a tranquilizer before she fell ill.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Ji Lan fell into a deep sleep again.

He settled the other party, then quietly walked out of the room, closed the door, lowered his head, unable to see clearly.

What happened back then tortured not only Ji Lan's body, but also her spirit. She was severely depressed and manic. If she didn't take good care of her, she would go crazy and self-mutilate, hurting her already riddled body.

Li Qianhai will never forget that one month after rescuing Ji Lan, he went to the hospital to see her, but she was curled up on the bed with her hair disheveled like a mad woman.

A small piece of exposed skin was covered with bruises, old wounds and new wounds overlapped, which was shocking.

All the sharp objects in the house were sponge-covered, her nails were clipped clean, and she even had braces in her mouth to prevent her from biting when she went crazy.

But even so, Ji Lan would still do everything possible to hurt herself.

The doctor said that in a painful and depressive environment for a long time, the only way for her to vent and relieve herself was pain and self-harm.

But when she was awake, those pains would torture her day and night.

Even a grown man like Li Qianhai couldn't imagine such a dark life.

And Ji Lan lived in that village, in that small black room, for five full years.

Several times, Li Qianhai would meet her when she was sober.

But even sober, she would just repeat—

"Mom and Dad, help me... Haizi, help me..."

"I'm so dirty, let me die."

"Please, don't hit me, it hurts."

"I want to die, let me die."

……

Ji Lan's native family was not rich enough to support her follow-up high medical expenses.

Even if her father, who is in his 60s, delivers food around the clock, goes to the construction site to move bricks, and her mother works as a nanny and dishwasher, it is still a drop in the bucket.

The hemp rope is broken at the fine point, and life is hard and miserable.

Two years ago, Ji Lan's father accidentally fell from an elevated construction site and broke a leg, so he had to go home to recuperate.

Li Qianhai has been there many times and said many times that he will pay for Ji Lan's medical expenses, but Ji's parents still refuse.

"Little Li, it's not easy for you."

"It's thanks to you that we can find Lanlan back. No matter what you ask for, Lanlan will blame us if she wakes up."

Ji's parents held his hand, but the rough palm was very warm.

Li Qianhai couldn't help the tip of his nose sore.

Both Ji's parents are honest farmers.

It took more than ten years of hard work to give Ji Lan a college student. Originally, their family would have a happier future, but a disaster made this already miserable family worse.

But fortunately, after treatment, Ji Lan is gradually improving, and she spends more and more time awake.

But now, those people who don't know the real situation wantonly use this incident to stir up popularity and attract traffic. How can Li Qianhai not hate it?
Two days ago, some paparazzi even approached Ji Lan's parents, trying to learn a few words from them.

Li Qianhai knew that they didn't want the truth, they just wanted heat, a gimmick, and dipped in other people's blood to eat steamed buns.

How ironic.

Taking a deep breath, the man looked gloomy.

Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the silence.

Li Qianhai took out his phone and looked, it was An Li.

He paused.

After the accident in the program group, others were afraid to avoid it, and An Li was the first program guest to call him.

He didn't know what the other party's intention was.

After hesitating for a while, he still picked it up.

"Hey?"

"Director Li, it's me, An Li."

"I know." Li Qianhai rubbed the center of his brows, his tone tired, "What's the matter with you?"

"Director Li, when will the second episode of our show be out?"

Li Qianhai's hands stopped.

"An Li, do you know what's going on now, or do you want to take this opportunity to stir up the heat? Let me tell you, don't even think about it..."

An Li stopped the man before he could swear more ugly words.

"Director Li, I definitely don't intend to use this incident to create hype, I just want to..." An Li paused, "Return the truth to everyone."

"the truth?"

Li Qianhai lowered his head and sneered.

Will the public care about the so-called truth?
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(End of this chapter)