Free Web NovelChapter 797: Chapter 797: A Hellish Ordeal
As for the half that didn’t regret, it was because of the resources the other party had pulled in for her during these days.
During the filming of "Women are strong," Song Yinyin endorsed a beer company advertisement that was being aired in prime time on Beijing TV.
This greatly increased her fame, even within the crew, she was held in higher regard.
But thinking about what was exchanged for all of this, Song Yinyin felt somewhat on the verge of collapse.
"Begin."
Qiu Qianghai spoke indifferently, with a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Song Yinyin trembled as she moved to the table, kneeling on both knees, and picked up a few books from the table.
She took one of the books with a cover in her hand, and flipped to the page she last saw, deeply ashamed and angry.
What came into view was beautiful handwriting, densely packed with notes, clearly done by a woman.
Sitting on the sofa, Qiu Qianghai gently and cautiously stroked the red woven string on his wrist.
He stared at Song Yinyin, who was kneeling in front of the table, with scrutinizing discontent in his eyes, mixed with complex nostalgia.
Even if the woman in front of him bore some resemblance to Minmin, they were ultimately not the same person, neither in appearance nor in temperament.
Song Yinyin could only be said to have the shadow of Minmin.
"Read!" Qiu Qianghai’s slightly displeased voice rang out.
Song Yinyin gripped the notebook in her hand, gritted her teeth, and began to read word by word: "Qin Wind·No Clothes, how can it be said there are no clothes? We wear the same robe. The king stirs the troops, repairs my spears. With you—"
Qiu Qianghai’s voice faintly interrupted her: "It’s wrong, lower the voice a bit, be gentler."
Kneeling in front of the table, Song Yinyin hung her head, her face twisted in shame and anger.
In these days, the man in front of her actually asked her to recite all the notes in the book she held, and made her wear a ponytail, dressed in Beijing No.1 Middle School’s uniform.
That was just the beginning; this man perversely wanted her to mimic another woman’s every move.
If anything was wrong, he would correct her over and over again.
She still remembered once, because she read a poem, and one word had the wrong accent, carrying a dialect, he made her recite that poem the entire night.
The whole night, although she had chances to drink water in between, there was no rest time.
She read it repeatedly, again and again, even when she eventually got it right, he still didn’t let her stop until she read till dawn and he left, then it all ended.
Not only that, but even her every movement had to adhere to the standards, such as not being able to look directly at Qiu Qianghai when facing him, appearing shy.
The angle of tilting her chin, whether standing or sitting, all had to be done according to his specifications.
Even the food she didn’t like, she still had to eat in front of him.
She also had to act like she enjoyed it.
Thinking of that torture, Song Yinyin felt entirely unwell.
This was more exhausting than filming a whole day with the crew; it was not physical torture but mental and spiritual torment.
Song Yinyin felt that if this continued, she would explode under the perversion.
What she initially thought was a physical transaction, as long as she lay down, let him do as he pleased, she could effortlessly get everything she wanted.
Yet she never thought it was a hellish form of torture.
After waiting for a long time without seeing any movement from Song Yinyin, Qiu Qianghai raised his gaze, his sharp eyes staring intently at her: "Continue!"
Song Yinyin swallowed, gripped the book in her hand tightly, lowered her voice, and continued to read with a strained voice: "The king stirs the troops, repairs my spears. With you in shared hate..."
