Whenever two armies fought, the general could always be found sitting at
the rear commanding his troops; the ones charging into the battlefield
and sacrificing themselves were always the expendable soldiers.
Of course, one couldn’t forget about the emperor reclining in his palace
and enjoying the luxuries of life, while leaving everything having to do
with war for the general to toil through.
Tang Feng didn’t know what their situation amounted to right now, but he
was certain that he was merely a chess piece in Lu Tian Chen’s hands,
while Ge Chen himself was Su Qi Cheng’s pawn. Their two emperors were
deliberating moves and initiating plans behind the scenes while they
could only rush forward and fight hand-to-hand in a brutal brawl.
After the kidnapping, Su Qi Cheng had managed to grab hold of Tang
Feng’s “weakness.” Fake rumors about Tang Feng began spreading online
like a disease: /Tang Feng has his feet in two ships at the same time.
He only managed to crawl up the ladder by relying on the unspoken rules…/
Unwilling to be left out, other news hubs began publishing scandals
about the “angelic” Ge Chen: /His popularity is a result of his sleeping
around. He is the “lady boss” of Su Entertainment…/
Tang Feng felt irritated no matter which side of the news he looked at.
Neither side was winning. What kind of battle were they fighting here?
The actor pulled open a drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes. He
moved to the balcony and sat down in a chair. A flick of the lighter and
a flame lit up the deep colors of the night. With the cigarette hanging
from his mouth, Tang Feng leaned into the flame to light up the end.
Smoke from the quietly burning tobacco quickly rose in spirals and
filled the air.
Tang Feng took a light drag. The smoke proved too pungent for him after
having not touched a cigarette in years. He coughed a few times and only
got used to the slightly bitter taste after it pervaded the entirety of
his mouth. He languidly blew out a circle of white smoke. The smoke hung
sluggishly like mist in the dark before dissipating into the cold night.
The night was heavy. The city was lit by the splendor of endless lights,
but it was a weak illusion of prosperity. A short-lived deception.
Fragile enough that it could be blown away with a single breath,
revealing the dirty steel and harsh concrete underneath, cold and foul.
The only things that were forever in this city were the moon and the
stars, studded in the dark drape of the night and dazzling the eyes with
their brilliant gleams.
The burnt end of the cigarette fell onto the ground and had its light
extinguished. Tang Feng drew his legs in and buried his head into his
knees. What had he been doing for these past few months? Had he been
focusing too much attention on the baseless scandals that enveloped him
like a tide?
/Tang Feng, Tang Feng, you are only human in the end. You can’t see
through everything./
The news kept on questioning the validity of his character. How had an
outdated celebrity like him gained the favor of a show like /Dream
Lover/? What had drawn him the favor of Charles? And how had he won the
favor of Lu Tian Chen?