Chapter 27: Prophetic Dream

Chen Shuoyin angrily ended the call, threw her phone away, then fumbled under the blanket to retrieve it.

Regret! Regret spending money to help him avoid risks!

She should have used her knowledge of the future to toy with him, tease him just enough to get him to beg her instead.

Biting the soft flesh inside her lips, she replied slowly, as if savoring tea or wine.

Music Notes Dancing on Trees: “Boasting shamelessly, I’ve been having prophetic dreams for several days now, and every single one has come true.”

Py: “So?”

Chen Shuoyin smirked. He always liked to go against her. Fine.

Music Notes Dancing on Trees: “I dreamt that you were burned alive. This means you’re in danger of fire soon—at the very location where you’re filming. You must not stay on set. Make sure to take a day off tomorrow.”

At Jiang Yu’s residence, Zhou Qi came by to deliver a hairdryer to Pei Yu. When handing it over, he unintentionally caught a glimpse of Pei Yu’s phone screen.

An hour ago, he had dropped Pei Yu off and discussed the transition to the next script. Pei Yu had been staring at this chat window, marked only by a musical note symbol. Then, a call from an investor interrupted him. Even after he finished his shower, his mood seemed noticeably relaxed.

The other party had a female profile picture. Could it be a romantic interest?

Zhou Qi squinted suspiciously. When Pei Yu saw the last message pop up, he let out a low chuckle.

Zhou Qi was new to being an actor’s assistant and still somewhat blunt. He said directly, “Pei-ge, is she a friend? She’s not wrong to be concerned. The production team was just reported for safety violations and made a lot of emergency precautions. Maybe you should take this chance to rest for a couple of days?”

Pei Yu’s hand paused on his phone, and he looked at Zhou Qi with confusion.

Concern?

Her words were practically taunting him, making it clear that she expected him to stay put and meet his doom.

Zhou Qi didn’t understand the complicated history between them and assumed Pei Yu was just being shy. He confidently analyzed, “That’s impossible. Look at her wording—she uses absolute terms, showing extreme worry and urgency. Also, she dreamt about you! Do you know what that means? It means she’s constantly thinking about you, paying attention to you, so her dreams reflect reality. She must be really anxious about the weak fire safety on set.”

Before Pei Yu’s temporary exit from the entertainment industry, his affairs were managed by his aunt. Now that he was making a comeback, his new team was… talkative.

Zhou Qi’s rapid analysis left Pei Yu momentarily speechless. But then he reconsidered—two months, sixty-one days. She had gone the entire summer without speaking to him.

And now, the first thing she said was about his current project and personal safety.

Concern?

Zhou Qi continued, “The rainy season is coming soon, and our filming location is by the Sishui River. The water levels are rising, so production here will have to pause sooner or later. If you want, I can bring it up tomorrow.”

Pei Yu absentmindedly responded, “Mm,” still staring at her message.

After a long pause, he typed a reply, against his better judgment.

Py: “Should I take this as you resorting to superstition to manipulate me after failing to get what you wanted?”

Chen Shuoyin had been dozing off with her phone by her ear when the notification sound jolted her awake. She turned over and read his message.

Ha.

Let him hang up if he wanted to.

Severely narcissistic people always had maxed-out health bars. Nothing could kill him—if anything, it would only make him more self-obsessed!

Let him struggle on his own. If she ever cared about his affairs again, she’d be a dog!

Chen Shuoyin pulled the blanket over her head and went back to sleep.

Her phone vibrated twice more, but she was already deep in dreamland.

The glowing notifications read:

Py: “Fine. I’ll give you a chance. But I don’t want anyone else—I want you.”

Py: “Come see for yourself whether I’ll actually meet disaster.”

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The next morning, Chen Shuoyin experienced sleep paralysis, fighting her body for ten minutes before finally giving up on a lazy day off.

She grabbed her phone to check the time and noticed a message from Pei Yu, buried among advertisements.

Sent fifteen minutes ago.

Py: “Come downstairs when you’re dressed. I’m waiting.”

Chen Shuoyin ran a hand through her messy hair and read the messages he sent last night.

She rolled her eyes.

Something worse than a ghost had appeared.

Music Notes Dancing on Trees: “I’m not coming. If you dare come up, I’ll call the police and report you for kidnapping.”

Py: “Sure. Since your prophecy says I’ll die anyway, I might as well drag you down with me first.”

Shameless.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Chen Shuoyin tensed up, her eyelid twitching.

She tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole.

A blurry figure stood outside—Pei Yu.

Sensing her gaze, he lifted a hand and waved playfully.

When she didn’t open the door, he started knocking slowly.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Dripping water wears away stone.

And he had the patience to keep at it.

Two minutes later, Chen Shuoyin yanked the door open and broke the standoff, her eyes cold. “What do you want?”

“You started this,” Pei Yu reminded her, his strong hand pressing against the doorframe. With a push, he fully opened the door, his voice low and compelling. “There’s no quitting in the middle of the game.”

Two months ago, after that drinking party, he had personally heard her bitter declaration that she wanted nothing to do with him.

He had done his part—not disturbing, not inquiring, not interfering.

But now, she was the one who came to him.

Chen Shuoyin was speechless.

Had she made a mistake?

Why was it that whether she sought him out or not, the result was always the same?

What kind of deep-seated grudge did she have with him in her past life that they had to be entangled like this again?

Something inside her snapped.

The wind carried dampness as the door was fully opened. Her exposed ankle shrank back from the chill.

Her pale, slender legs looked as smooth as freshly washed radishes—soft, delicate, and easy to snap in one hand. Pei Yu’s tongue instinctively pressed against the roof of his mouth.

The dim hallway light didn’t turn on. He stood there, shadowy and imposing. Letting him in was like opening floodgates to a beast.

“I’m just a small-time reporter. If you think I’m worthy, of course I’m happy to go,” Chen Shuoyin said stubbornly. “Ten minutes. I’ll be down.”

She stood her ground, blocking the doorway. “A man and a woman alone—I won’t be inviting you in.”

Pei Yu turned away, retracting his hand from the door. “Wear something warm. If you want to wear mine, come down with me now.”

Behind him, the door slammed shut. The hallway light flickered on, illuminating the tips of his ears—bright red.