From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 45: Song Zijian’s Perfect Illusion

Song Zijian’s words exploded into a raw, hate-filled snarl, dense with denial and malice. His words were taut with raw rage, feeding the fires of his irritation. The anguish of his feelings vomited over, a toxic mixture of fury and despair that contorted his face. It was as if he sensed that he was being overwhelmed by his presence, and he could not rid himself of the torment.

And as he spoke, his fists were clenched in his fists, shaking with the strength of his emotions, pained for the pain to end that she was to him.

He’d accomplished so much—so many things that others only dared to dream of—all in his sincere pursuit of a good life. A life where laughter echoed off sunlit rooms, where love wrapped around him like a gentle, warm blanket, and adoration poured like an ever-increasing tide. Was it selfish to want such comfort? To dream of a future painted in vivid colours instead of the harsh greys of adversity?

He carried the weight of his background on him, a crushing burden that he was the son of a dishonourable man and an even more dishonourable woman. Her and his silhouettes loomed above his dreams, blemishing his existence with guilt and shame. But he couldn’t help wondering: what was wrong with wanting something better? A future where he could come out of the slum, where success and prosperity would not just line his pockets but also raise his spirits?

There were nights when he could not sleep, his thoughts restless with imaginations of being single-minded about a better life. Was he the only one with such a pursuit of something better? Did others have such difficulties with the same ambitions? Did they possess demons of the past, chains of disappointments, that restricted them? He desired everything from his heart and soul for a world where millions would look up to him, where disappointments would be replaced by success stories.

The desire burned within him, a burning passion that could not be extinguished. It teased him with possibilities, suggesting what could be and a life just beyond his grasp. And in the quiet of his own heart, he asked himself if it was his own ambition that had turned him into a monster, or the hard realities of his entry into the world. And so, amidst all that stormy sea of emotion, he pondered whether, perhaps, the ultimate of all sins was not in wanting but in releasing his dreams.

No. Everything was fine.

He had done whatever it took to obtain what he wanted and needed since he was a child. This would be no different. He would win. He would overcome.

"Yes... Wait, Sian." His face contorted into a horrific grin, his own twisted into something mad and deformed. He was more insane than Liam was at that time.

He breathed in slowly, filling his lungs to capacity in readiness for what was ahead. He clutched the phone in resolve, its silky cover a relief against his skin, and pressed the buttons as each one ticked softly against his palm, a growing feeling of anticipation within him. He dialled a number, the ringing of the ringtone a precursor to the conversation that was to follow.

"Hello! Brother Jiang, I heard that the hostages were released and taken to the city hospital. I went and inquired of Sian." frёewebnoѵēl.com

A low, sensual voice over the phone answered, "Song Zijian, you’re so kind-hearted. Even after all that man has done to you, you still care about him?"

"Brother, don’t speak so," Song Zijian whispered, his own voice falling to as low and gentle a pitch as he could. "Sian may have been mistaken for an instant, but he is no evil man. I want to go visit him."

His words were as gentle as the petals of a flower when the wind rustled it. Too bad his heart was blacker than the thickest, darkest tar.

The telephone man groaned but eventually agreed—on one stipulation: that he would be accompanying Song Zijian.

Song Zijian’s face darkened for a moment before he covered his emotions in haste.

It seemed Sian had once more attracted Jiang Hangyu’s notice.

Despite that, Song Zijian continued to keep his soft and gentle tone throughout the rest of the call. Maybe this was really the art of a good actor. Or perhaps he was just a super fine green tea bitch...

***

It wasn’t long before Jiang Hangyu showed up at Song Zijian’s apartment. Naturally, he knew the address—he was the one who had given it to him.

Song Zijian wore a mask and sunglasses and departed so that others would not be able to recognize his face. When he answered Jiang Hangyu’s call, claiming to be outside the apartment, he stepped out.

No sooner had he entered the car than Song Zijian jumped on Jiang Hangyu, embracing him in his arms.

After having shared some intimate moments with one another, the car began driving towards City B’s central hospital.

They were a couple in the world.

Jiang Hangyu did have some sort of affection towards Song Zijian, but the latter was all along playing the role of an innocent flower. And being a person with an appreciation of such delicate shapes as the nature of the CEO, he never went beyond that.

Perhaps the closest they had ever been to each other was when Sian had "bullied" Song Zijian, only for the Alpha CEO to "rescue" him.

Aside from that, aside from a few chaste kisses along the way, their relationship had never progressed beyond that.

Of course, that did not include the lavish financial and professional benefits that Song Zijian had received.

The two didn’t say a word to each other during the ride.

When they arrived at the hospital, they marched right in to inquire for Sian’s room and hastened in.

***

Perched in front of a gigantic window, Sian gazed out at the seemingly infinite blue sky, a canvas of infinite possibilities, dotted with the beautiful white clouds hovering serenely above. Each fluffy shape was like a tale, inviting his imagination to journey far beyond the confines of his room.

Lastly, he had spent the time and the place to appreciate this new, peaceful realm that lay before him. It was a moment of epiphany that was teetering on awe, and Sian kept it close to his heart.

He closed his eyes gently, letting the feelings of the time overwhelm him. The soft wind brushed against his hair, flowing over his skin like a lover’s caress, with the scent of flowers that bloomed in the garden below. His heart skipped a beat of happiness, a lightness that whirled within him like he was floating on the clouds.

This was a relief from the turmoil of life, a temporary peace that wrapped around him like a warm blanket. He could feel the murmurs of the universe urging him to hold on to this peace, to enjoy the calm that was as gentle as a lullaby.

Unfortunately, though it was, the warm and peaceful experience was immediately ruined by the unwelcome crash of knocks on the door. The staccato thumps echoed against the walls, sudden and harsh, as they caused Sian to divert his attention towards the unwanted visitors.

The peace of his daydream was lost in an instant, shaken off by a spurt of irritation and curiosity. Who? Why now, when he’d at last reached a relaxed state? His heart beat quicker, irritation and thrill mixing together, as he braced himself for whatever lay beyond the door.