Reborn in another world, the boss loves me to the core

In the southwest of Dongzhou, the Qinling Mountains stretch endlessly. Between the peaks, mist lingers and white clouds linger.

Suddenly, the white clouds parted, and a silver train passed by at high speed, like a giant dragon, shuttling between the mountains.

inside the carriage.

Su Xian felt all kinds of sounds entering his ears, gradually becoming clearer, followed by severe pain as if his heart had been cut open.

She couldn't help coughing, and slowly opened her eyes. She saw a girl in her twenties pressing her heart with her hands.

Seeing that she woke up, the girl stopped the compression and said, "Pusher, please tell everyone that the patient needs to breathe fresh air and stop gathering around here."

The steward breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly: "Everyone, please disperse, give the little girl some breathing space."

"It's good to wake up. I just fell straight down and lost my breath. It was so scary."

"Auntie, please stop talking. This is not a good thing for a little girl."

"I just happened to meet a top student from Imperial Medical College."

"The ones at the back have dispersed. It's okay."

The discussion gradually faded away.

The girl smiled at Su Xian and said, "My name is Han Dan, and I am a sophomore at Imperial Medical College. You suddenly fainted, lost consciousness, your heart stopped beating, and you were not breathing. How do you feel now?"

Su Xian raised his arm and touched his heart. The pain was gradually easing.

"Much better, thank you for saving me."

"This is our duty as doctors. I think you may have a heart problem. Do you have any medicine with you?"

Su Xian was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and then he realized that this was not the ward he was in.

The space is small. In addition to the bed I sleep on, there is another bed opposite.

In the middle is a slightly shorter table, which contains thermos cups, instant noodles, fruits, etc.

Apparently this was in a train car.

She stretched out her arms, covering her fingers from the dazzling lights above her head, her eyes focused, and she wore a bunch of faded red knots on her white wrists.

She bought this from a roadside stall last year when she was coming out of a dinner party. There was a white jade wrapped in the knot. The stall owner said that it was a transportation rope. Wearing it on the body can bring smooth career and good love.

Su Xian smiled bitterly in his heart, liar!

But then her eyes were drawn to her fingers. The knots were as green as onions, the fingertips were crystal clear, and there were faint white crescents at the base of the pink nail caps.

Nothing like the hands of a dying man.

She remembered that her arms were shriveled, the veins were exposed, and the backs of her hands were covered with tiny pinpricks from infusions.

So she is alive again?

Su Xian, a small star who was chased and scolded by the entire Internet, was forced to withdraw from the entertainment industry.

After spending ten years in the entertainment industry with ups and downs, he finally died of complications after plastic surgery.

It's really a bit ridiculous when I think about it.

"Is this your bag?" Han Dan pointed to the pink backpack on the bedside hook, with a crystal cat hanging on the backpack.

Su Xian sat up with his hands on his hands and took off his backpack.

The backpack is very light.

Inside there was a pink wallet, a college admission letter in an envelope, a mobile phone and a small bottle of medicine.

Han Dan took the medicine, looked at it carefully, and said with some surprise: "This medicine is a newly developed special medicine for the treatment of heart disease. It is very expensive. It is still in the clinical stage and cannot be purchased by ordinary people."

Su Xian didn't pay attention to the bottle of medicine.

All her attention was attracted by the college admission notice in her hand.

The fingertips trembled slightly.

She was born in a mountainous area, and her family was very poor. Every time her father earned a little money, he used it to buy wine, leaving the family with no food or clothing.

My mother was a kidnapped college student, with chains on her feet, like a fairy whose feathers were stolen, imprisoned in the dark depths of a mud-walled house.

She was her mother's first child. At that time, her mother still had light in her eyes and could cry, laugh and get angry.

When he was angry, he called her a little bastard. When he was doing laundry, he pushed her head into the water and suddenly choked her. Her body was often covered with bruises.

She screamed, but whenever she cried, her mother would be beaten half to death by her father and imprisoned in a dark old earthen house.

Gradually, she learned not to cry anymore.

Later, after the mother gave birth to four younger brothers, she gave up her thoughts of escaping. Her eyes no longer had any luster, and she looked like a walking corpse.

That year, she was admitted to high school. Her father believed that girls should go out to work to earn money for the family when they are fourteen or fifteen years old. When they come back to marry at the age of eighteen, they will receive another betrothal gift. All the girls in the village were like that, and so should she.

He would tear her future apart alive.

She still remembers her mother holding the admission notice torn in half, clenching her teeth to protect it even if her father used fists and kicks.

She always thought that her mother hated her and wanted to kill her. The fear of dying countless times in childhood lingers in my mind, turning into scars that breed cowardice, low self-esteem, sensitivity, and suspicion.

As a result, even if the income is high enough, I still beg for the love of others.

But the admission notice stained with blood made her understand that her mother didn't not love her, but she didn't dare to love her. Loving her meant giving up the hope of escape. The more she loved, the more she hated, and the more unwilling she was to let go. , the deeper the despair.

Later, she followed her father's advice and went to work in the city.

This is the regret of her life, a girl bowing to her fate.

Han Dan poured out a pill and handed it to her, "I don't know which cup is yours, so take mine and take the medicine."

Su Xian put down the notice, took the pills and water glass, and said, "Thank you."

Han Dan looked at the admission notice.

"So your name is Su Xian. Are you a freshman at Kyoto Film Academy?"

"Yeah" Su Xian nodded.

Coincidentally, the original owner is also named Su Xian.

It’s just that she doesn’t have any memory of the original owner and doesn’t know anything about her.

In the wallet, there was only an ID card and a ticket.

The only information is probably the address on the ID card.

So...you are cannon fodder at the beginning?

"Jingying is just a street away from our school. It's quite close. It's your first time in the capital. When you get settled, I'll take you for a walk."

Su Xian held his ID card and nodded: "Yes."

"My face has improved a lot. It should be nothing serious, but I still need to go to the hospital for a checkup after getting off the car. I need to take this medicine on time. We still have a few hours to go to the capital. Have a good rest. I'm leaving first. Can you help me? I call."

Han Dan warned, leaving his phone number.

After Han Dan left, Su Xian leaned on the bedside and looked at the ID card in his hand. It was obviously a strange girl on the ID card. Even this ID photo without makeup was very delicate and beautiful.

Although Su Xian's appearance was delicate in her previous life, it was obviously not enough in the entertainment industry. Under the spotlight, all flaws in her face and body would be magnified infinitely, so she spent seven years as a bit player.

Until by chance, she got the opportunity to play the second female lead in a low-cost web drama. After the web drama was aired, her role was well received, and her statistics even surpassed that of the lead female lead.

She thought that as she became famous overnight, resources would follow, but the reality was cold and cruel.

No resource in this world is free.

She didn't have good looks and no one to support her. It was too difficult to get out in this industry. However, she was no longer willing to play small roles or marginal roles anymore. On the advice of her agent, she began to adjust her appearance and frequently visited various places. Big hotels and clubs do things that I once despised.

In the end, I got stuck in the quagmire and couldn't extricate myself.