Sweet Wife in My Arms

ncle, it isn’t my fault.” Ding Ming grabbed his hair and pulled it in frustration.
“I’m innocent! That man was threatening me with a knife!” As soon as he recalled what had happened the day before, he felt his stomach churn and his hair stand on end.
“It really wasn’t my fault! What did I do wrong? My life was in danger.
He was threatening me.
And then someone took a photo of me and posted it online.”

The internet was proof that bad news and scandalous gossip always traveled faster than good news.
Within a few hours, Ding Ming’s scandal had spread all over the country.
It had even been picked up by the some of the news sites overseas.

Yuelun Entertainment had eventually killed the news and stamped out the fire, but Ding Ming was now a massive liability to them.
Any further mention of Yuelun Entertainment in the scandal would be a huge blow to the agency’s reputation.

The orders had come directly from the CEO.
Ding Ming had to scram.

There was no longer anything Li Changqing could do to help Ding Ming.
Ding Ming’s career in showbiz was effectively over: with such a huge scandal attached to his name, none of the movie directors would ever consider hiring him.

Li Changqing shook his head as he placed a contract on the table.

Ding Ming opened the contract with trembling fingers.
The color drained from his face.
He sat in his chair stupidly, struck dumb.

He had been let go.
Full stop.
His original contract with the company had clearly stipulated that none of the artists signed with the company were allowed to damage the company’s reputation in any way.
As soon as there was a breach of contract resulting in irreparable damage, the artist would have to bear full responsibility for his or her actions.

And so Ding Ming had been fired.
He had signed a contract for five years, but that contract was no more than a worthless piece of paper now.
He had been shown the exit.
He was no longer welcome.

He exited the building in a daze, unable to believe what was happening to him.
He saw a woman wearing sunglasses walked towards him, with two other women in tow—one of them had short hair and a no-nonsense expression on her face, while the other looked highly competent and world-wise.

He could not bear to look at them.
They were the winners in life, stars who would continue to climb the sky, while he was nothing more than a loser.

Yi Ling spotted Ding Ming.
Her lip curled in distaste as she pointedly looked away.
He had defiled her eyes.
She had seen many disgusting people, but none had been anywhere near as disgusting as him.
What a sick pervert! He made her want to puke.

Ding Ming bowed his head as he slinked away with his tail tucked between his legs.
He did not notice that the woman in sunglasses had stopped to watch him walk away.
She removed her sunglasses—it was Yan Huan.

Her cherry red lips curved into a small smile.

Ding Ming, she thought to herself, let’s see if you can remain in showbiz after this.
If you manage to do it, I’ll gladly change my surname to yours.
In my previous life, this was the punishment I gave you for what you did to Yi Ling, and you deserve it again this time around.

In her previous life, this was in fact the exact same method she used to run Ding Ming out of showbiz.
She had ruined his career forever.
But his previous punishment had come after Yi Ling’s death.
This time around, she would make sure he never appeared before Yi Ling again.

From that day on, Ding Ming disappeared from Yuelun Entertainment and Yi Ling’s life.
In Yi Ling’s previous life, Ding Ming had been the parasite that had eventually taken her life.
This time around, he was merely a source of lifelong disgust.

Yi Ling was now conditioned to feel nauseated upon hearing his name.

The moment his name came up in a conversation, Yi Ling instantly felt nauseated.

When his name came up a second time, Yi Ling was so nauseated she felt like gagging.

When his name came up a third time, she puked her guts out.