Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 621

‘Ugh, I’m gonna die!’

Choi Yeon-ha collapsed onto the sofa the moment she entered her hotel room, not even bothering to take off her clothes.

Her whole body felt like a waterlogged cotton ball, heavy and limp.

‘It’s so humid, I could die.’

Reaching out, Choi Yeon-ha grabbed the air conditioner remote and repeatedly pressed the power button.

The central heating system couldn’t provide the coolness she wanted, so she had bought and installed her own air conditioner. She had barely managed to get permission from the hotel, who were making a fuss about not allowing air conditioners, by saying she would leave it behind when she checked out.

Of course, it wasn’t Choi Yeon-ha who got the permission, but Han Eun-sol.

She didn’t like anything about this place.

Even though she had booked the most luxurious room, the hotel staff treated guests like stray dogs, which annoyed her, and the suffocating humidity was also irritating.

None of the food suited her taste, so she had been living on ramen for months.

It was inevitable that she would lose weight.

‘That idiot probably thinks I’m doing this on purpose.’

The role she was playing was of a sickly character. She was lively at the beginning, but as the drama progressed, her illness worsened, and she became gaunt. That idiot Han Eun-sol and the director believed that she was managing her weight to match the character.

‘I’m going to die before the character does.’

They were saying things like she was showing a fearless fighting spirit and that she was seriously committed to her acting.

If they knew that Choi Yeon-ha was barely eating and that her weight was drastically dropping, they would turn pale.

At least Han Eun-sol would.

‘I’m so tired.’

It was hard to deal with people who were too serious. If Han Eun-sol found out that Choi Yeon-ha was really getting weak, she would make a fuss. Even though she was busy, she would go to Korea to get food, even though it wouldn’t work out.

‘Ugh, this is awkward.’

Choi Yeon-ha staggered up from her seat. Then, she walked to the bathroom and turned on the water in the tub.

It would take a while to fill the tub. Should she eat something in the meantime?

Choi Yeon-ha sighed deeply.

She didn’t even realize she was so sensitive about food. When she was in Korea, she ate fast food and everything else just fine.

There were times when she worried that she loved eating too much and that her career as an actress would be cut short.

She had desperately managed her weight to prevent it from increasing.

Maybe this place was heaven. Her weight was decreasing on its own without her having to manage it. It was a world she had dreamed of countless times. Of course, the dream and reality were more different than she had imagined.

‘If I just get through tomorrow…’

Once the filming was done by tomorrow, she wouldn’t have to film at the palace for a while. Now that she could film outside, she could use containers or whatever she wanted.

That alone made her feel relieved.

But things in life never go as planned.

RRRR.

The sound of her phone ringing made Choi Yeon-ha turn her head. She walked over to the phone she had carelessly thrown on the sofa and looked at the screen with a disgruntled expression.

Han Eun-sol.

Seeing the name on the screen made Choi Yeon-ha’s face turn strange.

‘Ugh, I really hate this.’

It wasn’t that she hated Han Eun-sol. She hated Han Eun-sol’s calls at this hour. That girl must want to rest now that she was done with work. There was no way she would call her without a reason. Calls at this hour usually meant…

Choi Yeon-ha sighed and answered the phone.

‘What’s wrong?’

[Um… sis, the director called.]

‘So?’

[He said he didn’t like today’s and yesterday’s footage, and he wants to reshoot. He said the outfits are terrible…]

Even through the phone, she could feel the awkwardness in the voice. This director was strangely a perfectionist, and if he didn’t like a cut, he wouldn’t just reshoot that scene, but he would change everything before and after it.

He was a so-called perfectionist.

When she first agreed to work with this director, she was satisfied with his reputation as a perfectionist and his career, but it was coming back to bite her.

‘Two days worth?’

[Yes. Two days worth.]

Han Eun-sol must be feeling awkward too. She knew better than anyone how much Choi Yeon-ha wanted to get out of this place. She must be worried about how much Choi Yeon-ha would freak out when she heard the news, but…

‘Okay.’

[Huh? Sis, are you okay?]

‘Yeah, I’m fine. Go rest.’

[Huh? Sis?]

Choi Yeon-ha hung up without waiting for a reply.

‘That’s just how life is.’

Things never went the way she wanted. Just when she thought she was almost there, life would throw another punch.

She wanted to get angry, but at least not at Han Eun-sol. Han Eun-sol was a person too. If she took all of her anger, she would collapse from stress. Lately, it seemed like her hair was falling out.

‘Ugh, seriously.’

Choi Yeon-ha looked up at the ceiling for a long time, then turned and walked towards the bathroom. Her appetite was gone. She just wanted to soak in warm water.

Choi Yeon-ha took off her clothes and threw them into the laundry basket, then took a quick shower and got into the tub.

Splash.

The warm water touching her feet made her body feel relaxed. Choi Yeon-ha sank deep into the tub and tilted her head back.

‘I’m tired.’

It wasn’t just physical fatigue. The mental fatigue was worse. She was getting sharp at the smallest things. Lately, it felt like she couldn’t hear what people around her were saying. She was reaching her limit in every way.

‘Idiot.’

It would be nice if he came at a time like this.

Even though she knew he was someone she shouldn’t expect anything from, she couldn’t help but resent him at times like this. Just having him by her side for a moment without doing anything would make all this fatigue go away.

It was still scary to fall asleep alone in the hotel room. Sometimes when she closed her eyes, she would think of that dark tunnel. She was using the method of sleeping with the lights on, but she was afraid that she might really get depressed…

RRRR.

When the phone rang, Choi Yeon-ha answered it without even checking the screen and put it to her ear.

‘I get it! I’ll just film! I’m fine, so…’

[It seems like you’ve settled in well. I can hear the sound of water, are you perhaps showering right now? I’d like to video call you, but would that be rude? Hehe.]

Choi Yeon-ha slowly lowered her phone and checked the screen.

The screen clearly read ‘Butter’.

‘I should die, I should just die.’

Why did she answer the call without checking?

[Are you touched? You’re not saying anything. I called you about what I mentioned earlier, how do you feel about it? Your hotel room must be lonely, wouldn’t you like to go to the villa I mentioned? I’ve prepared many things for you…]

‘Hey, you bastard!’

Choi Yeon-ha screamed into the phone.

‘A person should know their place! You look like a squashed piece of butter, who do you think you’re trying to seduce! Even if I’m reborn a hundred and eight times, I’ll never talk to someone like you! Don’t call me! I’m going to block you, you horse-faced jerk!’

Click!

Choi Yeon-ha hung up and threw the phone onto the towel rack. After watching the phone ring a few more times, Choi Yeon-ha grabbed her face.

‘Ughhhhh! Kang Jin-hooooo! If you don’t come this time, I’m going to find you and bite your neck offffff!’

Setting the mood was for people who could do it. It was too much for Choi Yeon-ha.

‘You rotten bitch.’

Liu Wei threw his phone away with a fierce expression.

He couldn’t understand the Korean that suddenly burst out like a dialect, but he was sure that it wasn’t a nice thing to say. The tone alone was enough to convey that it was an insult.

‘How dare a small country’s woman act so high and mighty.’

Liu Wei’s face twisted.

Who was he?

He was Liu Wei, who had risen to the ranks of the top stars in the Chinese-speaking world. And yet, he was being treated like this.

And it wasn’t even a Chinese person, but a woman from a mere vassal state who was acting without knowing her place.

If she didn’t have such a pretty face, he would have already shown her what’s what.

‘So, you’re going to keep acting like this, is that it?’

‘Oppa, what’s wrong? Cheer up a little.’

‘Here, have a drink.’

Liu Wei slapped away the glass that was pushed in front of him.

‘Get out! You damn bitches!’

‘Eek!’

The glass hit the table, knocking over the bottle and splashing alcohol everywhere.

‘O-Oppa.’

‘I said get out!’

The women who had been watching Liu Wei’s mood left with dejected expressions.

‘Damn it.’

Liu Wei grabbed the fallen bottle and started chugging it.

He had called in women who were considered pretty, but none of them could compare to Choi Yeon-ha in his eyes.

‘She is damn pretty.’

If she wasn’t that pretty, he wouldn’t have bothered with a lowly ‘banggzi’ [a derogatory term for Koreans]. He had even considered dropping out of the drama because he had to deal with a Korean woman.

If the director’s influence wasn’t so great, he wouldn’t have taken the role.

He had even planned to humiliate her at the actor meeting and kick her out, but he never expected a woman with such a face to appear.

From the moment he first saw her, he was mesmerized. He felt like he had found the perfect example of the word ‘beautiful’. But…

‘How dare she.’

How dare she act so haughty in front of him.

Even the most successful actresses in China were desperate to get his contact information. And yet, what was she, acting so high and mighty?

He could tolerate her playing hard to get.

Easy women were no fun.

The pleasure of seducing and conquering a woman who played hard to get was a delicacy that couldn’t be found anywhere else.

But this woman wasn’t just playing hard to get.

She was genuinely despising Liu Wei himself.

Why?

What was he lacking?

Was it manners, or was it wealth?

What was he lacking, as someone who was rising to the top star in the Chinese-speaking world?

‘Damn it!’

Liu Wei slammed the bottle down.

‘I’m really going to cause trouble at this rate.’

There was a limit to how long he could treat her with a nice face and an innocent face. There had been more than one or two times when his well-crafted manners were about to crumble. He was getting more and more anxious as the filming was coming to an end.

‘Hey, why are you getting so angry, brother?’

Liu Wei frowned as he saw the person entering the room.

‘Get out. I want to be alone for a while.’

‘Hey, this isn’t like you, brother.’

‘What?’

‘Why are you showing such a face over just one Korean woman?’

‘…You, you bastard?’

‘Hey, don’t make that face. Isn’t it our job to find out what’s bothering you and solve it?’

Liu Wei looked at the man standing in front of him.

Triad [Chinese organized crime syndicate].

To succeed in the Chinese entertainment industry, it was essential to have ties with the Triads. This guy was from the Triad that he was involved with.

‘What are you going to do?’

‘Don’t worry about anything, brother. We’ll just make that woman obedient, won’t we?’

‘That’s our specialty.’

Liu Wei’s eyes lit up as he saw the man grinning slyly.

‘Yeah. That ‘banggzi’ woman.’

He wasn’t planning on marrying her anyway, so what did it matter what method he used?

‘Don’t be too rough.’

‘I’m a gentle man. Don’t worry.’

As the man left with a smile, Liu Wei grabbed the bottle without saying anything.

It was enough to have her.

No matter what method he used.

But Liu Wei didn’t know.