Chapter 276: Chapter 276: You Can’t Let Me Die Chapter 276: Chapter 276: You Can’t Let Me Die After two days of filming in the cafe, we moved to a suburban area for three more days of shooting.

Tang Yu was always wearing Ye Sihan’s black overcoat.

It seemed that after so long, it still retained Ye Sihan’s scent, enveloping her with such a dominant presence.

She didn’t want to wear Ye Sihan’s clothes, as they were so expensive, and she couldn’t afford to compensate if she damaged them.

Yet not wearing them made her worry about upsetting Ye Sihan, leaving her very conflicted.

During the lunch break, Tang Yu’s phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, she zoned out for a good three seconds before snapping back to reality and answering, “Where are you? I’ll come get the clothes.”

“Right now? How about tomorrow? I’m busy today,” After Tang Yu finished speaking, there was silence from the other side. “It’s not urgent for today, right? Plus, I don’t have any other clothes to wear. I’ve been wearing yours. I’ll return it to you after I wear my own clothes tomorrow?”

Ye Sihan simply hung up the phone.

“Hello?” Tang Yu looked anxiously at the phone screen that showed the call had been disconnected, feeling somewhat uneasy inside.

Was Ye Sihan angry?

But she really didn’t want to see Ye Sihan, always feeling it was very dangerous.

Last time it was her period, and now it’s long over.

What reason did she have to refuse him now?

Tang Yu knew she couldn’t escape, yet she was also panicking.

Having been away from Ye Sihan for so long, one part of her dreaded his demeanor in bed; another part feared that her feelings for Ye Sihan would deepen more and more.

With the mindset of avoiding him if possible…

As soon as the evening wrapped up, Tang Yu took a taxi to the Crown Group and left Ye Sihan’s overcoat with the receptionist.

The next day as soon as Ye Sihan entered his office, Xiao Yu knocked on the door.

It wasn’t about work, but to deliver the overcoat.

“Mr. Ye, Tang Yu left your overcoat at the reception. Are you going to have it dry cleaned?” Xiao Yu didn’t know how the overcoat ended up with Tang Yu, nor could he fathom why Tang Yu would leave it at the reception.

This wasn’t something he, as a special assistant, should concern himself with.

However, the look on Mr. Ye’s face as he stared at the overcoat was terrifying.

Xiao Yu stood there, enduring the chill in the office that was like a cold cellar, feeling that the situation was no simple matter.

“Leave it,” Ye Sihan said as he sat down in the chair, his face sharp and cold.

So she had the audacity to return the clothes, playing clever!

The next night after returning the overcoat, Tang Yu went to the film set as usual.

Actually, she wasn’t panicked at night.

Because by that time, Ye Sihan had already left Crown Group.

She watched the time go by.

During the day, however, she couldn’t be as certain.

Ye Sihan must have received the clothes by returning to the Crown Group, but she didn’t know how he would react.

Would he coldly accept the overcoat, or would he do something to her?

If it comes up, she might as well feign ignorance…

Tang Yu spent the whole day shooting, and Ye Sihan hadn’t tried to contact her.

Her anxious heart was finally put at ease.

It seemed that returning the overcoat hadn’t provoked Ye Sihan.

Since today’s shooting went smoothly, the director suggested a group dinner afterwards.

This was the first group dinner since joining the cast.

Tang Yu had no reason to refuse, and as the lead actress, she couldn’t possibly not go.

The place for food and fun was a bar, thankfully not the Crown Bar.

She always had the feeling she’d bump into Ye Sihan there.

At any other bar, she wouldn’t, because Ye Sihan wouldn’t go to such low-end entertainment venues.

A private room was reserved, with the director and leads all present.

The table was covered with food and drinks.

But there was a lot of alcohol, such occasions were never without drinking.

As the night progressed, the female actors became more uninhibited, with some sitting directly on the director’s lap, creating an amorous atmosphere.

The director wasn’t one to decline.

Tang Yu, sitting there stuffing herself with fruit, attracted the director’s attention, who then urged her to drink.

Seeing this, others too tried to get her to drink.

After being coaxed into five or six glasses of alcohol, Tang Yu’s face became flushed with redness, and laughing, she waved her hands, saying she needed to pace herself.

It wasn’t long before another male actor came over to pour her more.

Tang Yu didn’t want to drink, as her alcohol tolerance was far too inferior compared to these people.

Yet she couldn’t withstand the enthusiasm of those around her, and she drank a few more glasses.

Eventually, Tang Yu leaned against the sofa, feeling dizzy and woozy.

The boisterous laughter and conversation in the room continued, and the overhead lights were glaring; Tang Yu closed her eyes to ease the discomfort.

Then she accidentally fell asleep.

“Tang Yu? Are you okay?”

Tang Yu felt someone calling her and propped herself up to sit, but her head felt even dizzier.

She was sleeping so well; who was calling her?

The other people in the room had all staggered out, drunk.

The actor with lecherous intentions towards Tang Yu voluntarily offered to take her home but, seeing her like this, he wanted to take the opportunity to sleep with her.

His hand involuntarily slid up Tang Yu’s leg.

Tang Yu’s school uniform skirt revealed her beautiful calves, which he had been coveting for a long time.

Tang Yu felt something tickling her leg, moved her leg, and avoided the unsettling touch.

The actor didn’t give up and continued to touch her leg, feeling excited even through her pants.

What did it matter now through the pants? Soon he would have those pants off!

Just as his hand was about to slide into her pant leg, he sensed someone behind him.

A chilling coldness crept up his neck.

Before he could turn around, his body was thrown forcefully to the ground, then his neck was gripped tightly, and a vicious foot stepped on it.

“You dare touch her?”

“Ah! Who… are you?” the actor asked with difficulty, as in that moment, he thought he saw the Angel of Death.

Ye Sihan, face filled with gloom, was about to step down with his black leather shoe and break the man’s neck, ending his life, when he heard Tang Yu’s voice from behind—

“Who’s there…”

Ye Sihan’s fierce and terrifying gaze turned to look, and he ordered the bodyguard outside in a chilling tone, “Get rid of him.”

Tang Yu heard the commotion inside the room.

Her consciousness became slightly clearer, her long eyelashes trembled, and she struggled to open her eyes.

She saw the ceiling above and a man’s face, his features a blur and indistinct.

She only felt he was handsome and tall, enough to completely cover her.

“Who are you?” Tang Yu, slumped on the sofa like a lump of clay, asked.

Ye Sihan’s one hand was propped by her ear, as he leaned down, his deep, handsome face closing in, his voice low and husky, “What do you think?”

A drunken smile appeared on Tang Yu’s lips. She raised her hand and clung to the man’s broad shoulders, “I know, Male Escort.”

Ye Sihan stared at her unwaveringly, slightly stupefied.

His emotions seemed to have been taken back three years, to their first time, when she also mistook him for a male escort.

In the next instant, his dark pupils turned cold as his hand pinched her chin with slightly punishing force, “Repeat offender.”

“Ouch…” Tang Yu seemed unable to bear his strength, frowning as she pulled his hand away.

Curling up, she wanted to continue sleeping.

But the next second, her body was lifted into the air, causing her to mumble discontentedly, seeking a comfortable position to nestle into.

Ye Sihan narrowed his eyes, his sight falling on the delicate, flushed little face in his arms. There was a bottomless depth in his gaze before he took her out of the room.

He returned to Tang Yu’s rented apartment, and upon entering, Tang Yu struggled down from his embrace, “I want to sleep…” she moved unsteadily forward.

She didn’t even know where her own room’s door was.

Seeing her heading to the kitchen, Ye Sihan stepped forward and wrapped one hand around her slender waist, pressing her against the hard wall.

Tang Yu felt very uncomfortable being pinned down, sensing instinctively the danger.

“Get off, don’t touch me…” Her powerless hands pushed against the solid chest in front of her.

The chest was immovable, exuding fierceness, pressing even closer.

His large palm clasped her small face that barely filled one grip, forceful and domineering, his voice rough as gravel, “Who do you want to touch you, huh? Drinking, looking for a male escort, do you want to die beneath me?”

Tang Yu’s eyes, watery and unfocused, looked at the aggressively invasive man in front of her. She moved uneasily, futilely trying to escape, and couldn’t help frowning, “Don’t… want to die… You can’t let me die, it’s terrifying…”

Ye Sihan watched her weak and coquettish demeanor. His Adam’s apple rolled with hunger, and his blood boiled with thirst.

He couldn’t help but lower his face and his thin lips devoured her slightly parted mouth, his invasion was effortless.

“Mmm…” Tang Yu’s mouth, intended for breathing, was blocked and she could only gasp desperately through her nose.

Ye Sihan held her face, his kiss fierce and violent, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

With one arm, he carried Tang Yu to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and his powerful body covered hers—

“Hmm, no… mmm!”

The little mouth that said ‘no’ was punishingly sealed, hooking onto that soft, pliant tongue, refusing to let go, invading and claiming both inside and out.