NOVEL NEXT Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Give me another chance 1
Translator: 549690339
Ling Han removed her mask, sat down, and stared at the donation contract, “You guys are swindlers, right? Although I’m a celebrity, I’m more of a washed-up one. If you’re looking to fool me for my assets, you’ve got the wrong person; I’m barely getting by.”
Ye Xingguang lifted his head from his book, smiled, but said nothing.
Instead, it was Han Chengbei who, crossing his legs and shaking them a bit, said, “Didn’t you recognize me? You think l, of all people, need to trick you, some has-been, for your money?”
The moment Ling Han arrived, she recognized Han Chengbei, a moghul in the media industry of Country A; his picture often appeared in newspapers and on the Internet.
Ling Han looked at the small, pink, plain medicine box and opened it. “Is this really the remedy for regret? I must be nuts, even entertaining the thought of believing your nonsense. But when one is desperate, they always try to find some hope.”
Han Chengbei was somewhat empathetic yet rather impatient. “Life requires the courage to gamble big, Miss Ling. Make up your mind quickly. We’re short on time. If you believe us, sign. If not, get out. We don’t deal with sales pitches to buy the regret-remedy here, understood?”
Ling Han felt uneasy at his nonchalant attitude. She asked, “What do I do, swallow it directly? Then what?”
Han Chengbei pointed with his long fingers at the donation contract. “Sign this first, then we will tell you.”
Ling Han flipped through the contract, read it carefully, and made sure it contained no traps to deceive her.
Taking the pen jabbed between her tensed fingers, she looked at the young man who was leisurely drinking his coffee from across the room, and then at Han Chengbei who was continuously admiring him. Thinking to herself that she must be out of her mind to even consider believing them once.
She frowned, laughing hopelessly, even if they are scammers, so what? Her life was already an utter disaster, utterly void of hope.
Maybe, just maybe, she should take a gamble.
Even if she lost the bet, it would only add to her pitiful life. But if she were to win the bet…
Could she really stand a chance to win?
Ling Han did not know. Leaning forward, she carefully signed her name on the donation contract. Then, she looked again at the pill of regret, like a dying traveler in a desert. She knew very well that it was merely a mirage in front of her, yet she desperately desired to reach it.
Ye Xingguang finally put down his book, took the contract, and then pushed a cup of warm water toward Ling Han.
“Swallow it down.”
Ling Han clenched the pill: “Then what?”
“Close your eyes now, concentrate, and remember the moment you regret the most…”
Ling Han was sceptical, but Ye Xingguang seemed indifferent. He glanced at the clock on his phone, “Go now, remember, you only have one hour to change the event you regret the most… as for the outcome… fate is in your hands.”
Ling Han didn’t immediately follow the instructions. She took out her phone and looked at her Weibo comments again.
She felt as if she lacked the courage to proceed.
Surprisingly, upon opening the comments, she saw a netizen who wrote: “I’ve heard people with depression often commit suicide, why haven’t 1 received the news of your death yet??? Hurry up if you want to die, 1 1 m waiting to post on my moments.”
An overwhelming wave of anger surged from her heart. Ling Han clutched the pill, took it with the warm water, and swallowed it straight down.
She then did as Ye Xingguang had instructed: she shut her eyes, focused her mind, and tried hard to remember that one moment she regretted the most… Oh, God, if you have a shred of mercy, please give me another chance..