Chapter 473: Traitor?
As the lead actress of this drama, Qin Muran should have gotten more attention. However, the situation was just the opposite. The main character seemed okay, but her acting skills were not good enough to support this crowd-pleasing character. It just made the audience dislike her.
Even if she participated in the promotion, her popularity did not rise. So, when "Garden of Youth" finished airing, everyone else’s popularity and number of fans went up, but her popularity didn’t change at all.
"Crack!"
In the Qin villa, Qin Muran had wreaked havoc in her room. The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed in the room, mirroring the chaos within her. She clenched her fists and with a swift, powerful motion, she knocked over a table, sending books, papers, and personal belongings crashing to the floor.
Her anger was a tempest, and she continued to lash out, overturning chairs, tearing down posters, and hurling objects against the walls. Her room, once a sanctuary, had transformed into a battleground of shattered remnants. Each broken item was a symbol of the frustration and despair she felt.
Outside Qin Muran’s room, Lu Yaran’s heart ached as she heard the tumultuous sounds of destruction emanating from within. She couldn’t bear to see her child in such a state of distress. Concern and fear gripped her, pushing her to take immediate action.
"Muran!" she shouted, her voice trembling with worry, as she pounded on the door, "Open the door, baby. Please, let me in!"
Hearing Lu Yaran’s voice and exhausting herself in the fit of rage, tears streamed down Qin Muran’s face. The room now lay in disarray, a reflection of the emotional turmoil that had consumed her. As the adrenaline of her outburst subsided, Qin Muran sank to her knees amid the wreckage, sobbing uncontrollably.
Qin Muran’s sobbing voice felt as if someone had squeezed her heart to Lu Yaran. She shouted anxiously, "Muran, don’t scare mommy. Please open the door."
Inside the room, Qin Muran’s sobbing ceased momentarily as she heard her mother’s desperate plea. Her hands, stained with tears and frustration, trembled as she struggled to reach for the doorknob.
With a shaky breath, Qin Muran managed to turn the doorknob, and the door slowly creaked open. She stood there, her eyes swollen from crying, her room in shambles, feeling vulnerable and exposed.