Chapter 60: The love affair was too heavy, she would never make the same mistake again...

Jiang Ziyi sat on the bay window with her knees hugged, and Robert buried his head in her arms.

Alex: I would like to meet Ms. Lin at Fuxiang Tea House at 2 pm tomorrow. Is that okay?

Alex: I'll send a car to pick you up around one o'clock.

Ginger Assassin: Ok, sorry for the trouble.

Alex: [animated expression]

The agent, who couldn't even type extra punctuation during work hours, uncharacteristically posted an emoticon.

After identification, this blurry GIF was taken from the live broadcast of "Breakup Lover":

Jiang Ziyi perfunctorily touched Yingzi's back who refused to leave, probably to express some kind of comfort.

[Alex retracted a message]

Alex: Sorry, I’ve been obsessed with variety shows lately.

Ginger Assassin: You like this

Alex: I am a fan of Man Ting Fang CP

Alex: I don't mean to say that Holding Your Hand is bad, I just find it a bit annoying.

Ginger Assassin: Humph, you don't have to explain to me

However, ten minutes later.

Ginger Assassin: What's bothering you?

Ginger Assassin: If you don't want to take it, then don't take it. Why are you trying to pull me down?

Alex, who was adjusting next month's schedule in front of his computer, sent the content he had edited in the chat box.

Alex: I'm just tired of being part of your play

Ginger Assassin: ...Thank you for your hard work.

As a star agent with more than ten years of experience who jumped from a leading entertainment company, no matter from which angle, Jiang Ziyi is definitely the most worry-free artist Alex has ever managed.

She is a simple person, reasonable, respectful, cherishes opportunities and has strong business capabilities. Many times, Alex could get her unnecessary gratitude simply by doing his job well.

But the downside of being too carefree is that Alex often has to actively guess what she is thinking.

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"Ms. A, your coffee." Chen Baikang handed over a cup of iced American coffee attentively.

"Thank you, it's my turn to treat tomorrow," Alex said politely.

At the shooting scene, Jiang Ziyi fell dying in the arms of the vicious male supporting actor, covering the fatal wound on his chest, spitting blood while giving his last words.

Gu Zhi put one hand in his pocket and stared at the monitor with suppressed expression, unknowingly biting the end of the straw into a square shape.

His gaze was so strong that it made the director feel creepy.

"Costume dramas nowadays are really annoying. Even the villains have to have supporting roles..." Chen Bokang complained for him.

"Only Jiang Ziyi can't smell such a strong smell of vinegar." Alex leaned towards the nanny car.

The male actor took a long time to get into the mood. His eyes were as big as bells and he couldn't squeeze out even a single tear.

Gu Zhi couldn't stand it anymore, so he demonstrated one for the director himself before he got mad. Jiang Ziyi cooperated no matter whose arms he was in, which made Gu Zhi feel even worse.

Half an hour later, the scene was finally over. The male actor held Gu Zhi's hand gratefully, while the latter suppressed his anxiety and pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly.

The weather was hot, and Jiang Ziyi stood in front of the blower on the sidelines for a long time. Gu Zhi wanted to help her wipe the sticky blood from her temples, but she turned her head away.

The two agents sighed at the same time.

"I think we should postpone it for a month." Chen Baikang threw the empty cup into the trash can.

"Then I'll change it to within two weeks, and increase the stakes by another hundred." Alex walked towards the direction of his artist.

They were secretly betting on when Jiang Ziyi and Gu Zhi would be able to succeed.

"Are you sure?" Chen Bokang didn't expect her to be so optimistic.

"Jiang Ziyi is about to get it." Alex said concisely.

Although he concealed it well, Jiang Ziyi still subconsciously resisted physical contact with people.

In the previous scene, Jiang Ziyi was hugged so tightly by Gu Zhi, but he was still very relaxed and even took the time to yawn.

After spending a long time together, Alex discovered that Jiang Ziyi's habits were very similar to those of a cat.

When being stroked by someone close to them, some cats appear to be so comfortable that they spread out their bellies, but unexpectedly stretch out their claws the next second - for cats that have lived in the wild for a long time and are more vigilant, being too comfortable means danger.

Jiang Ziyi is in this hot and cold stage.

Gu Zhi folded the tissue in his hand and put it into his pocket, with a hint of loneliness between his brows.

"Boss, there is a script reading session this afternoon, we should leave now." Chen Baikang reminded.

"Don't slack off and take care of yourself." Gu Zhi stroked the back of her chair with his fingers.

"I'm not a child..." Jiang Ziyi, who ran to the cold wind without even wiping the sweat off his face, retorted in a sly manner.

As Gu Zhi's back gradually faded away, she took a long time to react and whispered "Goodbye".

"He can't hear it." Alex said suddenly.

"I didn't want him to hear it in the first place!" Jiang Ziyi reacted violently as if his tail was stepped on.

Gu Zhi turned around as if he had noticed something, smiled and waved at her.

The cat, who had just accidentally scratched him, breathed a sigh of relief.

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"The audition has been moved up, so you should remember your lines a few more times." Alex modified the priority of the memo.

"Hmm." Jiang Ziyi cleaned up the rice with chopsticks.

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and she hurriedly reached out to cover the screen.

Alex saw her blushing as she swiped away the new message notification. She pretended to be calm and scrolled through two pages of the Big Eyes Forum. She accidentally opened a green software and cleared the background when she exited...

"You talked." Alex used a declarative sentence.

I won the bet and I will go to Chen Baikang to ask for the money later, she thought in a good mood.

"How did you know that?" Jiang Ziyi was still worrying about how to tell her.

"That's too much of a steal." Alex raised his glasses frame.

"I didn't want to have a relationship with someone in the same circle, but the night before last I just did it for no reason..." Jiang Ziyi hurriedly explained.

"Stop," Alex made a "stop" gesture, "It's beyond my expectation that you can hold on until now to agree."

Jiang Ziyi: "...Are you trying to comfort me or look down on me?"

"You signed an acting contract, which has no restrictions on dating. And from an agent's perspective, being ambitious is a good thing, but you're too tense. You need to enrich your private life." Alex said coherently.

She visited Jiang Ziyi's home last weekend and found her acting seriously with the teddy bear on the sofa.

"You're not going to make it public just yet?" Alex switched to work mode.

"Yeah." Jiang Ziyi glanced at his phone again.

"What a pity, you two will definitely become popular if you promote your CP together." Alex predicted.

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After the conversation with his agent, Jiang Ziyi stared out the window at night in a daze.

Gu Zhi hugged her from behind. The moisture on his body had not yet completely dissipated, and his arms felt a little cold.

Like a huge mint candy, Jiang Yiyi thought for no reason.

"Go to bed early today." Gu Zhi kissed the top of her head.

Jiang Ziyi obediently crawled into the quilt. She was not actually sleepy, but just forced herself to clear her mind.

Lin Shuyao's face was misplaced in her memory, like countless overlapping masks.

The other side of the bed collapsed slightly, and Gu Zhi and she lay down face to face. Jiang Ziyi breathed along with his rhythm for a while, and her heart rate gradually returned to normal.

Before she lost consciousness, Gu Zhi held her hand and conveyed a message that did not require words:

If he was destined to have another nightmare, its end would be the morning light reflected in his eyes.

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"What do you want from me?" Two wrinkles appeared on Lin Shuyao's lips, as if she was smiling but not smiling.

She wore a mottled gray sweater, a dull pearl necklace, and mismatched gold earrings, giving her a look of deliberate decency.

"How have you been lately?" Jiang Ziyi's little finger, which was placed at the bottom of the cup, was trembling slightly.

The tea was not very warm and Lin Shuyao was more than half an hour late.

"Le Le was admitted to a key middle school, and the family business... is also doing pretty well." When Lin Shuyao mentioned her stepson, her expression became a little more gentle.

"The test tube failed?" Jiang Ziyi said with half pity and half sarcasm.

A crack appeared on Lin Shuyao's calm face: "I couldn't get pregnant. My body collapsed when I gave birth to you."

Jiang Ziyi drank a sip of tea unmoved. She was used to hearing such words since she was a child.

"As I get older, I feel more and more that people should believe in fate." Lin Shuyao coughed twice and scratched the table with her nails.

"Many things are destined by God." Her skinny wrist was like a dead branch.

"You blamed me before, and now you blame the heaven. You really don't have any internal friction at all." Jiang Ziyi just found it ridiculous.

"Don't disbelieve me," Lin Shuyao's chaotic eyes burst into a strange light, "Aren't you sick too?"

At that moment, Jiang Ziyi was a little dazed.

She had imagined how Lin Shuyao would react when she found out that she had inherited bipolar disorder, but she didn't expect her to feel guilty or show the slightest concern.

But Lin Shuyao came to the conclusion that "this was her fate" with such logical consistency, and she was as cold-blooded as a monster in human skin.

"How did you find out?" Jiang Ziyi was silent for a moment.

"Our symptoms are very similar, so it's just a guess." Lin Shuyao said ambiguously.

"It just so happens that I came to you for this matter." Jiang Ziyi took a deep breath.

"I thought that after being diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I would understand some of the things you did in the past. But on the contrary, I realized that I would never be like you."

"I will not use hurting others as an outlet for my emotions to avoid real problems. I will not use the name of love to threaten those who love me and demand unlimited things. I will not give up on myself, be irresponsible, or blame others."

"For me, the saddest thing is not inheriting your disease, but repeating your mistakes." Jiang Ziyi looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of him and said word by word.

"Are you here to blame me again?" Lin Shuyao said coldly.

"No, I just want to give myself an explanation." Jiang Ziyi's gaze seemed to penetrate her body.

Jiang Ziyi lived with Lin Shuyao for seventeen years, enduring almost all of her despair and resentment, until he was completely useless.

In the late autumn when she was abandoned on the street, a part of her still remained with Lin Shuyao, curled up like a shadow, and the soul with a missing corner gave rise to nightmares at night.

Jiang Ziyi wants to find himself again, make himself whole again, and no longer be affected by the pain of the past.

She didn't want to reconcile with Lin Shuyao, nor did she need a belated apology.

She decided to cross her, like crossing a hurdle.

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At seven o'clock in the evening, there was only one table of guests sitting in Xia Wanqing's bar.

Mao Yuanzhan clinked glasses with Jiang Ziyi in a loud voice: "Respect, courage and freedom!"

"And holding your hand." Chen Yuan added.

Jiang drank the orange juice in the glass with reckless abandon. She was on the most stringent alcohol abstinence program ever.

Alex was the first to applaud, and Gu Zhi was about to join in when he suddenly received a message from Chen Bokang.

He frowned and clicked on the trending search interface under the cover of his arm.

The current headlines are:

#Jiang Yiyi Bipolar Disorder#