One script took one hour.

The more Lu Xing performed, the sleepier he got.

By the end, his mind was completely filled with words like “domineering,” “yandere,” and “obsessive.” 

He wondered, do the domineering CEOs in these scripts not actually have to work?

Spending all day torturing people back and forth, where did they get all their money from?

Damn it!

They were all secretly making money and not telling him!

How despicable!

Liu Qingqing, however, grew more and more excited as he performed.

Her voice, transmitted through the phone’s receiver to Lu Xing’s ear, was filled with an irrepressible trembling and excitement.

Lu Xing thought to himself:

It would be fucking weird if this method could actually cure insomnia!

Doesn’t this kind of script just make your adrenaline pump like crazy before bed?

Whatever.

The client had already paid up, so he couldn’t be bothered to say anything. He just had to do as he was told.

After that, he performed a script for a repairman, though it was mostly a one-man show for Lu Xing.

Because Liu Qingqing no longer had the energy to act opposite him.

As a professional simp, when the client isn’t cooperating, you still need to carry on the performance.

Time quickly flew by to 1:30 AM.

Liu Qingqing was still full of vigor, her voice growing more and more excited.

“Mmm!” Liu Qingqing’s side went completely silent.

A delicate, soft sound traveled through the phone to Lu Xing’s ears, and he instantly let out a sigh of relief!

With his other clients, he had to control his expression.

But with Liu Qingqing, he had to control his voice.

He couldn’t see Liu Qingqing’s face, nor did he know how the client was reacting.

He could only judge based on the subtle changes in her voice.

It was quite tiring.

“You performed well today.”

Liu Qingqing’s voice was filled with satisfaction.

She was still in the dazed afterglow, rambling incoherently.

“I can finally get a good night’s sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep for the past few days. I’ve sent the money to your Alipay…”

Their employer-employee relationship had been maintained for two years, so they were somewhat familiar with each other.

Liu Qingqing was quick with her payments.

Other than her little hobbies, she basically had no other demands. She was a pretty good person.

So Lu Xing hesitated for a moment, but still said.

“Boss Liu, how about you go see what a doctor says?”

A major psycho like Song Junzhu, even in her pursuit of an ultimately perfect life, still ate and slept when she was supposed to.

But Liu Qingqing was different.

She genuinely couldn’t sleep. Long-term sleep deprivation was truly life-threatening…

“Are you saying I’m sick?”

Liu Qingqing’s voice instantly turned cold.

Lu Xing fell silent for a moment, then changed the subject. “My apologies. I wish you sweet dreams. See you tomorrow night.”

“Don’t you dare hang up!”

Liu Qingqing’s tone was icy as she sneered.

“Who do you think you are?”

“Just because we’ve known each other a little longer, you think you can start ordering your client around?”

“There’s a limit to being arrogant because you’re favored!”

“I’m sorry,” Lu Xing apologized sincerely.

He wouldn’t say it again next time.

Liu Qingqing no longer had the sweetness and gentleness from the script earlier. Her voice was now tempered with ice.

“Remember your place!”

Beep—

Lu Xing looked at the disconnected call screen and let out a wry laugh.

Alright then.

Showing compassion to a client was being cruel to himself.

Lu Xing glanced at the time. There was still half an hour left of the three-hour session.

Are all rich people like this?

He had to compare prices at three different shops just to buy something, yet Liu Qingqing could just throw away the remaining half-hour of her balance like it was nothing.

Lu Xing thought for a moment. “I still don’t want to owe you.”

So he found a yandere script online, sat in the living room, and recorded himself on his phone for half an hour.

After finishing the recording and sending the audio file to Liu Qingqing…

Lu Xing hugged his schoolbag and fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.

There was no bed for him in Song Junzhu’s house.

This face of his didn’t deserve a room to sleep in.

“Having a sofa to sleep on is already very good…”

Much more comfortable than a bridge underpass, a park bench, or an abandoned building.

…

Haicheng University.

Faculty Apartments.

Click.

The room’s light switch was flipped on, and the interior was brightly lit!

A girl with pink, shoulder-length hair abruptly threw off her covers, but her eyes were shimmering.

A moment later.

Large teardrops fell onto the quilt, soaking a large patch.

Liu Qingqing trembled as she bit her lip, her hands clutching the quilt were shaking, and she cursed between sobs.

“Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!”

“You think I’m sick, you tell me to see a doctor, you’re finally unwilling to pretend anymore?”

“You’ve actually thought my requests were disgusting all along, haven’t you?”

By the end of her cursing, Liu Qingqing’s eyes were red from crying.

The long-term insomnia, combined with Lu Xing’s words, had dealt her the heaviest blow.

Liu Qingqing’s long eyelashes were wet with tears, the corners of her mouth were pursed in grievance, and her pink hair was messy in a uniquely beautiful way.

“Bastard!”

Liu Qingqing’s hand fumbled under the covers for a moment, found something, and threw it hard onto the floor. 

(TL: I’ll leave it to your imagination what it is that she threw on the floor)

She glanced at the floor and buried her face, sobbing muffledly.

“I really have no other choice…”

She also wanted to sleep peacefully. She had tried medication, traditional Chinese medicine, folk remedies—every method possible.

Nothing worked!

One day, by chance, Liu Qingqing heard Lu Xing’s voice on a website.

In an instant.

It was as if a numbing electric current had shot through her entire body, and her mind went blank!

From then on.

Liu Qingqing had developed a new method for sleeping.

She would listen to Lu Xing’s voice until she had no strength left, and finally, fall asleep, sated in her imagination.

No one else’s voice worked. Only Lu Xing’s voice did.

In order not to make Lu Xing think she was too disgusting, she had already tried her best to limit the sessions to twice a week.

Why?

Why was he still convinced she was sick even when she was being so restrained?

Liu Qingqing wrapped herself up in the quilt, aggrieved, covering her face and crying secretly.

Ding—

The sound of a message notification instantly brought Liu Qingqing back to her senses!

Is it Lu Xing?

Liu Qingqing tapped open her phone with hope of pleasant surprise, only to be disappointed to find it was just a message from the student council.

[Vice President]: President, the school administration wants us to start preparing for admissions publicity.

Liu Qingqing’s mood instantly dropped. She sniffled and still replied gently and thoughtfully.

[I know. Organize a team to create a first draft of the plan tomorrow. Go to bed early, don’t stay up too late~]

Click send.

The Vice President on the other end received the message and was instantly overjoyed.

Wow!

As expected of Haicheng University’s undisputed campus belle!

She’s so sweet and gentle, ahhh!

Even when I messaged her this late, she still replied so gently!

“Heartless little bastard…”

Liu Qingqing tossed her phone aside. The thought of Lu Xing telling her to see a doctor made her angry.

But no matter how she tossed and turned, she couldn’t come up with any new insults.

It was even more frustrating…

Ding.

Another message notification. Liu Qingqing pursed her lips and opened it with a trembling hand.

The next second.

She shot upright, the quilt sliding off her body, no longer able to hide the soft and beautiful scenery of the young girl.

Liu Qingqing’s hand trembled as she tapped open the audio file sent by Lu Xing.

“Baby, where are you trying to run to?”

“So disobedient. I really want to build a cage, lock you up, and make it so you can only…”

Lu Xing’s deep, yandere voice echoed in the room. A faint blush quickly spread across Liu Qingqing’s cheeks.

So…

He was recording these audio files for me this whole time?

It seems I misunderstood him…

All of Liu Qingqing’s anger vanished in an instant.

No, wait.

There was still some fire. 

(TL: The ‘fire’ or 火气 (huǒqì) here is a double-entendre, meaning both ‘anger’ and ‘arousal/lust’.)

Liu Qingqing subconsciously looked towards the floor and bit her lower lip.

Buy a new one, or reuse it? 

(TL: If it is what I think it is, at least wash it first)

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep