Chapter 395: Her Wilfulness

Chu Chen lowered his eyebrows and refused to move.

Xia Yu smiled, and her voice returned to its usual softness. "If he didn't stop you and let you recklessly steal my sister's lounge, he would really have enraged Brother Ziheng."

Xia Ling glared at them and breathed heavily but did not say a word.

"Ok, very good..." For a long time, she gritted her teeth and turned around to walk downstairs. She did not believe that she would not be able to find a phone!

After a few steps, she knocked into a person. He had a warm chest and was wearing a black silk-cotton shirt. The tip of her nose was throbbing after she bumped into him. A pair of warm and dry hands stabilized her. Above her, she could hear a low male voice. "What happened? Who bullied you?"

Xia Ling covered the tip of her nose as she looked up to see a familiar face. She almost wanted to cry.

"Ah Kun..." She blew her nose grievously. "Lend me your phone."

Feng Kun did not question her and gave her his phone directly. The silver-gray metal was still warm in her hands, and it was a little heavy.

"Feng Kun!" Chu Chen was upset. "How could you lend her your phone! Do you know what she wants to use the phone for?!"

Feng Kun glanced at him emotionlessly. "Let Xiao Ling do what she wants."

Chu Chen was stunned by what he said, but he knew that he could not stop Xia Ling. He looked at her unkindly as he watched her make the phone call.

Feng Kun's mobile phone's screen was very large. As Xia Ling used her fingertips to dial the familiar number, silver-white characters popped out. Tilting his body, Chu Chen's surprised exclamation was heard. "This is..."

She looked at him and remembered that this was a number especially given to the deceased Diva Xia Ling for her own personal use. In her past life, Chu Chen followed her for a long time and had seen it numerous times.

She lowered her head and concentrated on dialing the number. Soon, someone answered the call.

Pei Ziheng's voice was heard. "Hello, Xiao Ling?"

"Pei Ziheng." When he really picked up her call, she actually felt a little guilty. What if he rejected her request?

"Xiao Ling?" Pei Ziheng's voice was low and mellow. He sounded pretty happy that she called him, and his voice was cheerful. "What happened? Why did you suddenly call me?"

"Pei Ziheng." She hesitated a little before saying, "I want 1801."

"What?" He did not understand her but quickly added, "Sure. You can have anything you want. Ask Chu Chen to settle it for you."

Did he know what exactly he had agreed to do? Xia Ling simply stated: "I want Xia Ling's original lounge that is above Feng Kun's recording studio. I also want you to remove all of the photos of Xia Ling, the tables and chairs used by Xia Ling, Xia Ling's favorite flowers, Xia Ling's designated wall, and carpet color... I want everything replaced."

"Xiao Ling, what's with you?" Pei Ziheng did not immediately answer her.

"I don't like them! Pei Ziheng, I don't like them!" Things were fine before she made this call. Once she called him, she realized that the entire Imperial Entertainment office building was full of traces of her previous life. Then, she was really a picky person. Even if a single wire were out of place, she would make others redo the entire decoration.

Imperial Entertainment belonged to Pei Ziheng, but the interior and exterior were made suited to her past life's style.

Every single step and view pierced her heart.

Now, she was already Ye Xingling and did not need to keep all these things to remind everyone how deeply Pei Ziheng loved a deceased woman. Soon, she would have a baby, and if he were destined to grow up in Imperial Entertainment, it would be best if everyone knew from the start that she was Ye Xingling and would domineer over Xia Ling. Her baby would only be safe if her position were secured.

"You really liked those in the past." Pei Ziheng said.

"I don't like them now. Not at all. I don't want to look at a dead person's monuments the entire day. Pei Ziheng, Xia Ling is already dead! She's dead!" She gradually became emotional. Why was he only focusing on the past?!

Chu Chen, Xia Yu, Xia Yu's manager and assistants heard what she said over the phone, and their expressions were rather unsightly. She was probably the only person who was able to call Xia Ling "a dead person" in front of Pei Ziheng.

At the other end, that man became silent.

Xia Ling tightly clutched the phone and breathed heavily.

Finally, he spoke. "I don't like the way you talk about yourself."

"Then don't let me live like a dead person." She calmed down a little.

"Oh Xiao Ling, my Xiao Ling..." He muttered her name like an inaudible sigh. "Only you dare to be so wilful in front of me. Forget it, I'll grant your wish. You can get rid of all of your past things as you please."

He agreed.

Xia Ling sighed in relief but did not feel very happy. She felt like she had just won a battle. Although she was victorious, she was exhausted. She hung up the phone and said to Chu Chen, "Open this room and renovate it. After that, give it to the best male singer in Imperial Entertainment." She did not want this room anymore. In her past life, her power and status were worthy of it, but now, she was not even close to how famous she was in the past. Occupying this place would just cause others to speak ill of her.

Before Chu Chen could say anything, Xia Yu could not even stand straight anymore. "Ye Xingling, don't try to bluff us! How could Brother Ziheng agree to let you touch this room?! That's my sister's room!"

Her tone changed. Even her expression was distorted as this was beyond her calculations.

Xia Ling was also startled by the resentment in her eyes. This time, it was actually genuine and not fake.

Did her acting improve or was her eyesight getting worse? No matter what, Xia Ling did not believe that she had any good intentions. The words that she uttered about wanting Xia Ling to die rang in her ears. She still hurt immensely when she thought about them now.

"Xia Yu." Xia Ling looked at her and said, "How can a person like you care about your sister? Don't try to gain sympathy while using her as your excuse. Let me tell you, it doesn't fool me."

"You!" Xia Yu glared at her. Her delicate little face became more distorted as a poisonous expression appeared on it. "Ye Xingling, do you think that taking a room will make you qualified to be on par with my sister? Let me remind you, you will never be comparable to her. You're not worthy!"

"It is not you who gets to decide whether I'm worthy." If it weren't for the events in her past life that formed a deep impression of her, Xia Ling would still be fooled by Xia Yu's performance and think that she had wronged the perfect sister.

Xia Yu did not say anything else. She glared at her one last time before walking away.

As she left so quickly, Xia Ling felt more relieved. Although she had decided a long time ago to treat her as a stranger, she spent twenty years of her life as her sister, so even though the ending was tragic, she could not face her previous sister without a trace of emotion.

"Xiao Ling..." Feng Kun looked at her worriedly.