Chapter 54 Chapter 54

The faint morning light warmed the sea level that had been sleeping silently all night, and it rose inch by inch, turning into the rising sun.

The sultry night rain has been evaporated completely, and the summer cicadas seem to have drunk up all the nectar, clamoring loudly and vigorously.

Southern coastal cities can often transform themselves overnight.

An Jiyue opened the door, and the wind carrying the scent of sea breeze rushed into her arms.

Summer is here.

6:30, except for filming schedules, she never goes out so early.

After tossing and turning all night, she could no longer lie in bed. Seeing the morning light leaking through the gap in the curtains, she got up and washed.

She felt strangely lighthearted, even her steps dancing as she left the house. She forgot to hold back as she closed the door, and the lock clicked with a resounding click.

An Jiyue was stunned for a moment, smiled shyly in her heart, and then ran into the elevator quickly, as if she was afraid of being caught.

Liang Sinan stood up from the chair in the restaurant and loosened his stiff back.

In the coffee cup hanging on his finger, the brown liquid had already cooled down.

After tidying herself up in her bedroom, An Jiyue was so excited to go out that she didn't even notice the man sitting in the corner of the restaurant. So he was able to witness the whole process of her tiptoeing to change her shoes, opening the door, and then skipping out.

The moment she closed the door, she even hummed a tuneless little song.

Liang Sinan thought for a moment, then turned on his phone and pulled up the BMW's dashcam. Last night's heavy rain had caused the basement to flood, and he had just parked his car on the side of the road.

An Jiyue walked lightly, smiling as brightly as a flower, towards the familiar silver-gray Volvo.

A handsome man stood beside the car. He seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time, but his eyebrows were raised and his face was calm, without a trace of impatience.

That's Lu Ye. Liang Sinan squinted his eyes, but it didn't look like Lu Ye.

Lu Ye always dresses solemnly and exquisitely, with black, white and gray shirts and trousers fitting him perfectly, as if he was born to be an elite.

But at 6:30 in the morning, Lu Ye, who was waiting for a girl downstairs, was relaxed and casual, wearing a short-sleeved round-neck T-shirt with casual trousers and a pair of soft-soled sneakers.

What were they doing so early in the morning? It couldn't be that they were reviewing the script or reshooting. Lu Ye had already withdrawn from the show.

"Brother Nan, you're up so early."

Yuehui walked out of the bedroom with messy hair and poured himself a glass of boiled water.

"Want some breakfast? There are sandwiches in the fridge."

Oh. Liang Sinan suddenly realized that he was going to have breakfast.

He had never been in a relationship and had basically given up breakfast for many years while living abroad. He even forgot that there were so many little things a couple could do.

"By the way, how are you handling your affairs?" Yue Hui saw that he had a gloomy look on his face and knew that things might not be going well.

"It's stuck." He replied calmly.

Yue Hui understood that what he meant by "stuck" was that An Jiyue was unwilling to cooperate, but this was the stuck point that he was helpless to change.

If it were him, Yue Hui would follow Liang Sinan to the embassy and the Civil Affairs Bureau without saying a word.

But there was no Lu Ye in Yue Hui's life.

She even believed that even An Jiyue two months ago would not refuse so categorically.

Yue Hui frowned: "How about I help you find some reliable people?"

Liang Sinan shook his head: “No need to bother.”

In fact, after seeing An Jiyue's love version for a long time, Liang Sinan was a little shaken.

When she walked in the night before, her face was as bright as a rose, and she said goodnight to them lightly and gracefully, completely different from the state she was in when she was last suspended. Even at midnight, she blinked her eyes brightly and deeply, as if she had drawn endless energy and confidence from somewhere.

Liang Sinan wondered if his memory was confused. Thinking of how she had collapsed the last time, although she was tough enough, she still almost cried in front of him.

Was it because of Lu Ye? Was it because of him that An Jiyue became that sharp and fearless person?

Liang Sinan was a little confused.

His first impression of An Jiyue was that she was the apple of her parents' eye who was escorted to school by her parents, and then she was the down-and-out princess who sat with her knees hugged, looking haggard when An Shi got into trouble.

He thought that it was because he and Yue Hui had loved and protected her for many years, and had disciplined her from time to time, that the little princess had become increasingly stronger and more mature.

But it turns out that there are other people who can do it so easily?

Or perhaps, she was not a weak person to begin with, she was born with a strong character.

Liang Sinan slowly drank the cold coffee, while An Jiyue, with a strong body, was sitting at the breakfast stall at the entrance of the alley where she had illegally parked last time, holding a bowl of warm and milky soy milk.

Lu Ye, who was sitting opposite her, placed the bamboo chopsticks in front of her and concentrated on boiling the eggs.

An Jiyue carefully sprinkled some chopped peppers on her rice noodle rolls and devoured them. As she glanced up, she saw slender bamboo-like fingers delicately peeling an egg. In a moment, the oval, soft egg slid onto her plate.

Lu Ye looked at her with his eyes bent: "Eat."

An Jiyue pushed the hot sauce over and said, "You eat it too."

Lu Ye was a Jiangsu and Zhejiang eccentric, and he could handle spicy food exceptionally well. When they dined out, they even forgot to ask the restaurant owner to add more spice, instead seasoning the food themselves after it was served. This always made the restaurant owner grimace in pain at the half-empty sauce bottle.

Having agreed to have breakfast together today, An Jiyue enthusiastically recommended it: "Bamboo nest rice noodle rolls take more time to make than other methods, but they taste sweeter and have a chewier texture. You should give it a try."

Lu Ye nodded, picked up a piece with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. It was indeed delicate and smooth. His inky eyes flickered, and when he saw An Jiyue's look of expectation, he cleared his throat in a deep voice.

"It seems that there is no sweet taste." He blinked deliberately, pretending to be normal.

An Jiyue opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the sharp-eared boss took two or three steps over and defended his rice noodle rolls.

He held the rice milk spoon in one hand and put his other hand on his waist. His forehead was glistening with sweat, and his mouth and nose were vaguely visible under the transparent mask.

"You don't know what's good! The bamboo winnowing baskets we use aren't made of yellow bamboo, but green bamboo and bamboo shoots. Our rice paste is freshly ground with graphite..."

The boss pointed at the hot and fragrant stall to show Lu Ye, then glanced at Lu Ye's long plate. He was stunned for a few seconds and smiled bitterly, feeling disappointed.

"Little brother, you put so much chili in it that even the most fragrant rice noodle rolls will only taste spicy!"

After being taught a lesson, Lu Ye agreed with what he said and nodded seriously, but with a smile in his eyes he looked at An Jiuyue who was working hard.

She tried her best to remain reserved, quickly finishing her portion in silence, and finally raised her head to help him out.

"I'm full, I'm going to pay the bill!" She could hardly hold back her laughter.

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Huayi Building.

An Jiyue once again respectfully stepped out of the leader's office and bumped into the person standing behind her.

She didn't apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry - Yiyi?"

Song Yiyi had already staggered a few steps away, looking at her calmly. An Jiyue, who had just emerged from her boss's office, was still leaning forward in a strange manner. She realized this and quickly straightened her back.

"Are you here to report as well?" An Jiuyue asked happily, as if she had just been praised in the office.

"Um."

Song Yi responded. She looked at the beautiful, gentle smile across from her and felt that the diligent and obedient newcomer from a while ago was gone, and An Jiyue had returned to her bright, generous, and unyielding roommate.

For example, the sound of her being scolded in the office just now was heard by half of the management office, but when she went out, An Jiyue was still able to smile and act calmly.

She was like this when she was studying.

Song Yiyi remembered that once when the class was reviewing the practical assignments of the interview and writing course, most of the inexperienced students did a terrible job. The professor had a bad temper to begin with, and An Jiyue, who was giving the last presentation, forgot to bring her USB drive, so she was severely criticized in public.

If it were Song Yiyi herself, she would have turned pale and her heart rate would have been off. But An Jiyue just quietly endured the scolding. After the professor finished his outburst, her deep brown eyes looked over with warmth and furry feeling.

With genuine sincerity and apology, and a hint of hidden intelligence, she asked in a smooth voice, "I'm sorry, Professor. I was careless. Can I submit it after class? I'll send it to your email within half an hour."

The professor's anger faded: "Fifteen minutes."

"Okay, no problem."

An Jiyue nodded politely, and after receiving the professor's signal, she sat down. During the group discussion, she expressed her thoughts frankly as usual, and argued fiercely, doing whatever was necessary.

Song Yiyi envied her self-consistency.

An Jiyue seems to have inexhaustible energy. She is open and honest. She goes all out in whatever she wants to do and fights for whatever she wants. Nothing can make her feel consumed and entangled.

As for Song Yiyi herself, she often makes all necessary preparations in secret before daring to show her abilities to others.

An Jiyue suddenly called her: "Yiyi, how is the sponsorship from the Lijiang Consortium going?"

Song Yiyi: "There's no news of withdrawal yet. Is male guest No. 4 also participating in the recording normally?"

An Jiyue was starting to feel suspicious. After being scolded for so long, the issue still revolved around her uncompromising attitude. She had assumed that the Lijiang Consortium's condition for retaining its sponsorship was an apology.

It seems that she is not that stingy, it's just that her leader wants to make an example of her.

Thinking of this, An Jiyue's already good mood lightened up even more. She'd been feeling rather high and mighty lately, even finding it in her interest to watch the recording of an observer who wasn't on duty.

She scanned the area before finding the director's chair in a corner. Everything was going smoothly on stage; Director Wu was flipping through the script, discussing something with someone nearby.

An Jiyue casually pulled a colleague over and asked, "Why is the director's chair placed over there?"

"It was arranged by the leadership. They said that the director team should keep a low profile recently for fear of offending the sponsors."

Perhaps because the light was too dim, her colleague didn't recognize her face and continued, "It's still because of Director An's incident a few days ago—you know what happened? Everything on set was a threat. Look over there, they've already stationed the sponsor's people in the center, so they can give us feedback on the product placement at any time."

An Jiyue: "..."

It seemed that she had indeed gotten into quite a bit of trouble.