Chapter 41 Violent Wen Siyu, come and kiss me.

She spent two days and nights with Wen Siyu, completely decadent. He didn't know how to control himself, and she couldn't quite resist. In short, she would sleep when she was tired, and do it when she woke up. After that, she would listen to him talk about love and romance. Whether she listened or believed it was up to her.

On the third day, when her mind finally cleared up a bit, Ji Jiazhen belatedly remembered something: Wen Siyu had helped her remove the trending topic, but what had Qi Yin done in that instance?

If I remember correctly, Duan Qiyin seemed to have said that he was the one who settled things back then.

Ji Jiazhen's temper wouldn't allow her to wait until the next day, let alone go and cause trouble for Duan Qiyin. She would rush over as soon as the problem arose, in a fit of rage.

When she arrived, Duan Qiyin was peacefully planting flowers on the lawn.

It's so weird, that hypocrite is actually growing flowers.

"Duan Qiyin!"

She called to him and walked behind him.

Duan Qiyin was quite surprised to hear her voice. He didn't expect her to come looking for him again so soon. He thought he would have to wait several months to see her again this time.

He turned around, his fingertips still covered in pollen, but before he could see her face clearly, he was unexpectedly slapped.

The sudden movement startled Aunt Wu, who was standing some distance away, and she immediately covered her mouth.

Ji Jiazhen didn't even hit him with his hands; he used a bag, which he slammed heavily into his face. The chain hit the bridge of his nose, which hurt much more than a slap.

Duan Qiyin was also very patient, he didn't utter a sound, and even when the pain was extreme, he only frowned.

The atmosphere was quiet for three seconds. He kept his head tilted to the side for three seconds, his brows furrowing more and more tightly as he went from being stunned by the sudden hit to wondering why she had hit him.

He slowly raised his eyes, his nose reddening, his cold gaze like an icy blade, as if he were pondering how to make the person in front of him pay the price.

Give me a reason.

Ji Jiazhen looked at him, scoffed, and dangled the bag by her leg as if she could go to war again at any moment.

She didn't speak, just stared at Duan Qiyin for a long time, long enough for him to relax his guard and prepare to say a second word. Suddenly, she raised her hand and threw the bag at him. She didn't judge the angle well, and this time half of it hit his chin and half of it hit his neck. The pain was just as intense.

"Do I need a reason to hit you?"

She said this in a light tone, which contrasted sharply with the anger in her eyes.

Duan Qiyin suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin, his grip so strong it hurt her jawbone. His tone was even worse than before: "Is this how Wen Siyu coaxes you?"

Ji Jiazhen stubbornly turned her head away, unwilling to use her hands to fight back.

Because hands have other uses.

The moment her chin slipped from his grasp, she slapped Duan Qiyin across the face.

It wasn't a fan, it was a strike, a strike with all its might.

The force from both sides made her palms burn, but the thought that Duan Qiyin's face was also in pain made her feel great.

"That's how Wen Siyu coaxed him."

Too lazy to argue with him or listen to his nonsense, she asked him, "Duan Qiyin, I don't owe you anything, do I?"

Duan Qiyin didn't understand why she suddenly said that, but he asked in return, "Don't you owe me anything?"

What do I owe you?

He stepped forward, getting closer to her, and looked down at her.

“Zhen, being an ingrate is meaningless. Without me, you wouldn’t be where you are today.”

Ji Jiazhen was shorter than him, but her aura was in no way inferior, even surpassing his. She had pride, so she didn't look up at him, but instead glared at him.

"Yes, without you, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"..."

"Without you, I wouldn't have become famous in just a few years. Without you, I wouldn't have won awards at such a young age. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to easily obtain various resources."

As she spoke, she grabbed his collar, her emotions surging again, whether she was thinking about her experiences over the past few years or Duan Qiyin really angered her.

"But Duan Qiyin, I've earned so much money for you, it's more than enough! It's enough to pay back your father's debts from three years ago!"

"Without you, I wouldn't be who I am today, but without you, I couldn't possibly be who I am today!"

Duan Qiyin's collar crumpled in her hand. She held the position, her clenched fist pressed against his chest, and pushed him back forcefully. Her emotions took over, and she actually managed to push Duan Qiyin back a few steps, stepping on the flowers he had planted himself.

“Say it again if you dare, that you were the one who settled everything for me three years ago.”

Duan Qiyin looked at the flower that had been crushed into the mud at his feet, a subtle change in his eyes.

"Otherwise, do you think you could leave the country unnoticed and cause trouble abroad for three years?"

Ji Jiazhen's lips curled into a cold smile, mocking his terminal illness and incurable nature.

"You didn't show up immediately when I was in trouble, and you weren't there when I needed you. Now you're trying to take the credit. How shameless!"

Duan Qiyin felt that everything she said today was a prelude to something, and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

“Wen Siyu.” She pointed at him. “Your brother, the one who was in a car accident three years ago, remember? Do you know why he was in the accident?”

"Young and reckless, speeding..."

"And now?"

She interrupted him.

Do you still think he was just young and reckless and loved to race cars?

Duan Qiyin's brows furrowed more and more tightly, then suddenly relaxed at a certain moment, like a violin string snapping suddenly at the climax of a performance.

It seemed that everything he didn't understand, doubted, or was confused about had been answered.

"It was all for you."

"It actually started back then."

Ji Jiazhen glared at him. "If he won't tell me, how long are you planning to keep lying to me?"

Duan Qiyin stared at her neck. "So you came here today because of him?"

His hand slowly covered hers, his palm touching her warm skin. "Hit me, slap me, push me, yell at me, all for him?"

The hand around her neck tightened, making it difficult to breathe. Ji Jiazhen gradually lost her breath, dropped her bag onto the lawn, and pushed against Duan Qiyin's arm with both hands.

"What kind of love potion did Wen Siyu give you that you like him so much?"

Duan Qiyin took a step forward, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against hers, his breath spraying onto her lips as he admired her desperately trying to draw in oxygen.

The distance was very close; if I lowered myself a little more, I could touch her lips.

But he seemed to prefer watching her suffer because of him to kissing her.

"Ji Jiazhen, I really want to strangle you."

As he said this, he also released his grip.

Ji Jiazhen's face and neck turned red from lack of oxygen. She gasped for breath, feeling weak all over, and fell down, but Duan Qiyin caught her.

She didn't want any physical contact with him, so she pushed his hand away, sat down on the ground, and stared at him.

Are you willing to do that?

Duan Qiyin squatted down to look her in the eye and actually smiled.

“Keep Wen Siyu away from you. I don’t want you to die. He might not, after all, I’m not his brother. He likes car accidents, I can send him off with one.”

*

While Ji Jiazhen and Wen Siyu were fooling around, Fang Wei was doing serious business. She not only won the endorsement that Li Zhuorong and Ji Jiazhen were fighting over, but also got Ji Jiazhen a role in a movie. She didn't even communicate with Ji Jiazhen before going through all the procedures and bringing the script to her.

Ji Jiazhen exclaimed in surprise as she opened the script: "Xia Xun?"

The film was directed by Xia Xun.

This girl has her family backing her up, so the entertainment industry is just entertainment to her. At the end of last year, she was competing with Ji Jiazhen for the title of Best Actress of the Year, and now she has switched careers to become a director and has even handed the script to Ji Jiazhen.

"She invited me out?"

Fang Wei replied: "She specifically asked you to act in it."

Ji Jiazhen lifted her eyelids, asking with a hint of disbelief, "Are you kidding me? When did she start liking me this much?"

The last time we met, he was incredibly sarcastic and rude.

"She wants to win awards, and luckily she has a foothold in the directing circle. If you are a good fit for the role, it is the safest option and can pave the way for her to win awards."

Ji Jiazhen slammed the script shut. "Why should I get any benefit from this? I've paved the way for her."

Fang Wei gestured to her, signaling her to take another good look at the script.

"No matter what she does, it won't stop you from winning the award."

This doesn't just mean she's aiming for the award; it means she's determined to win it.

If anyone else had said that, Ji Jiazhen would have laughed out loud, but it was Fang Wei who said it.

She read through the plot outline and got a general understanding.

The film is grounded in reality, with love, tragedy, and suspense; she plays a deaf-mute dance teacher.

"I believe in myself, but I don't believe in her."

Ji Jiazhen threw the script on the table and looked at Fang Wei.

The film's subject matter is appealing; several mainstream awards favor this type of film. She is confident in playing the role well, but she really can't quite trust Xia Xun.

"Just focus on playing your own role well. No matter what happens to her, she still has her mother."

Indeed, she forgot that Xia Xun also has a mother who is a director, and is incredibly successful in winning awards both domestically and internationally.

When will you join the crew?

"Next week."

*

The film was shot in a small coastal town in the north. Fang Wei would accompany Ji Jiazhen throughout the filming, while ordering Wen Siyu to stay obediently in City A and not to go to places he shouldn't go.

The three-month separation was a huge ordeal for Wen Siyu. He used it as an excuse to successfully enter Ji Jiazhen's house, get into her bed, and reward himself in the name of satisfying her.

Afterwards, Ji Jiazhen lay in bed watching Wen Siyu pack her suitcase.

She's flying to Haicheng tomorrow, but she still doesn't know what the weather will be like there or what she should be careful about, all because Wen Siyu has taken care of everything.

He added Haicheng to his weather forecast, paid attention to the temperature there, and brought her suitable clothes.

Ji Jiazhen watched, occasionally chiming in, saying that she wanted to match her top with those pants, so Wen Siyu packed the two items together as a set.

He took care of everything else, told her where the painkillers were, what to eat if she was not used to the water and soil, and reminded her not to catch a cold when she had scenes involving water.

He rambled on and on, then looked up and saw Ji Jiazhen's lazy demeanor. Still feeling uneasy, he called Fang Wei again, listing all her bad habits and quirks, asking Fang Wei to keep an eye on her and take care of her. Of course, he ended up getting a scolding from Fang Wei.

Seeing him bustling around by the suitcase, Ji Jiazhen couldn't help but feel something.

She leaned over the edge of the bed, the blanket slipping down a bit with her movement, revealing her shoulder blades and her incredibly beautiful back.

“Wen Siyu”.

Wen Siyu looked up and met her gaze, raising an eyebrow as if to ask her what was wrong.

Ji Jiazhen beckoned with her finger, "Come kiss me."

Logically speaking, after kissing and doing so many things so many times, he should be used to it, but hearing her say those words still made his ears turn red, which was quite pathetic.

The way she lay there so languidly was incredibly sexy.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to her breasts, which were deformed by the pressure of the bed, and his face flushed.

Wen Siyu adjusted his height to match hers, knelt down on the ground and kissed her, tracing the bone of her ear with his thumb and listening to the various sounds in the air.

There are hers, there are his, and there are those they created.

His kisses were intermittent, and whenever he sensed that Ji Jiazhen wanted to deepen the kiss, he would deliberately stop, kiss the tip of her nose, look into her eyes, and then give her a gentle kiss.

After the kiss, we continued to gaze at each other. When I looked at her, I always felt a suffocating feeling in my chest, as if I were being overwhelmed by a tide. I wanted to hug her. Every time I saw her, I really wanted to hug her.

He nuzzled her cheek with his nose and said, "Ji Jiazhen, you actually love me."

"?"

"Kissing sometimes requires passion, but most of the time, it requires affection. You will only be willing to kiss me if you love me, and you will be willing to kiss me in ways that are not just passionate, like the one we just had."

Chi Chia-chen retorted, "I've kissed many people."

"You love me, you just haven't realized it, or you're unwilling to admit it. You always say I'm no different from others, but you know in your heart whether there's any difference or not. You just love me."

"Are you ever going to stop? You can't even go a day without saying 'I love you'..."

He interrupted her, "Saying one thing and meaning another is also a form of love. You're constantly testing me, trying to prove whether I truly love you by pushing me away. I know you've never loved anyone before, and it's normal that you don't know how to love. Just watch and see how I show my love."

"Wen Siyu, are you even listening to me?"

He suddenly stood up, and Ji Jiazhen sat up as well, seemingly ready to have a serious argument with him, but the next second he pulled her into his arms.

"You love me."

"..."

She understood. He wasn't talking to her at all. All those words he said were for himself, to brainwash himself and convince himself that she loved him.

But she was genuinely curious about what he had said, so instead of pushing him away, she asked, "How do you express love?"

After a brief moment of thought, his voice came from above her head, carrying an indescribable gentleness.

"Love means not hurting your lover, not making her cry, giving her the freedom she wants, and having the ability to support her. You must cherish her strength and understand her tears. Only by enduring lonely nights can you have the chance to sleep beside her."

Ji Jiazhen rested her chin on his shoulder and yawned, "Are you reciting your lessons?"

Wen Siyu sighed and tightened his grip on her arm.

"You really have no sense of romance."

She was quite disdainful of what he had just said, "It's utterly empty; anyone can say nice things."

"Then tell me, what does it mean to love someone?"

Ji Jiazhen unloaded all her weight onto him, rested her face on his left shoulder, her eyelashes trembling, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"If you love me, you must give me the fame, fortune, and money I love. Even if I commit murder and arson, you must stand by my side unconditionally. You can't give a kind look to people I hate, and you must stand up for me. If you love me, you must do everything for me silently and quietly, and you are not allowed to come to me to ask for credit. If you love me, you can't even look at other people, otherwise be prepared for me to gouge out your eyes."

She paused for a moment, then spoke again in an even softer voice: "You have to remember all my habits, take care of me, always give in to me, eat extra spicy hot pot with me, play mindless games with me, watch all the movies I've acted in, and ideally memorize all the lines. Also, you have to be able to drink strong liquor with me and help me quit smoking."

Wen Siyu patted her back very lightly.

"I'll quit smoking with you."

After listening to her story, he only said this one sentence.

Ji Jiazhen wanted to question him about his indifferent reaction after hearing her words, but she only remembered halfway up her head.

It seems that he has done almost everything she mentioned.

*

On the day they arrived in Haicheng, Ji Jiazhen and Xia Xun had a meal together; it was just the two of them.

Xia Xun hasn't even become a director yet, and he's already far from being an actor.

—Her newly permed Latin-style curls are something that most film crews wouldn't dare to accept.

"Are you upset?"

Ji Jiazhen threw her bag on the sofa and looked at her with a curious expression.

She used to cultivate an image of a noble young lady, and the most precious thing about her was her hair.

Xia Xun squeezed lemon juice into the wine, glancing at Ji Jiazhen as he did so, "What you see now is the real me."

Ji Jiazhen smiled, a genuine smile she had never shown in front of Xia Xun before, and reached out to touch her hair.

Surprisingly, it's quite bouncy.

"Were those all stand-ins I saw before?"

Xia Xun clicked his tongue, "Ji Jiazhen, why do you always yell at me?"

Ji Jiazhen stopped teasing her and started talking to her about serious matters.

"Tell me, haven't you always disliked me? Why did you cast me in the movie?"

Xia Xun boasted shamelessly: "This movie is a sure thing to win an award. Whoever stars in it will make a fortune. I can't stand those people getting benefits from me. You're more suitable."

She added, "I just don't like you. How can you pretend like that?"

"Only those with real ability can keep up the act. Someone like you can't keep up the act anymore."

Xia Xun looked at her with a hint of envy. "If I had known, I would have gone for your persona too. You've done a lot of acting and slept with a lot of men."

“I’m telling you the real reason why you cast me.”

Ji Jiazhen looked at Xia Xun. Since sitting down, she hadn't touched her chopsticks or accepted the wine Xia Xun offered, wanting to hear the truth from her.

Xia Xun rested his elbows on the table and stared at her.

“I’m not good at ‘poverty alleviation’ work. In the entire industry, you are the only one I respect. This is my first film as a director, and I have high hopes for it. I’m only working with you so that my expectations won’t be dashed. You act, I direct, this is called a powerful collaboration.”

Only then did Ji Jiazhen raise his glass and clink it with hers.

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

*

Xia Xun didn't have any superstitions or special customs. There was no ceremony to start filming, let alone burning incense or anything like that. He would just strike a clapper and shout "Action!" and that was it.

Ji Jiazhen plays a dance teacher. She has a background in dance, but since she hasn't danced for many years, she's become somewhat rusty. The filming schedule was also too tight, so she didn't have time to prepare beforehand and could only practice as she filmed. It wasn't difficult, just getting up early and going to bed late, learning from the teacher while filming.

There weren't many dance scenes, but I put in the effort to learn them, and it was quite tiring.

On her way back to her room that evening, she received a WeChat message from Wen Siyu.

"Aren't you tired?"

She draped her clothes over her arm, tossed her hair, and typed: "Pretty tired."

He returned a while later, by which time she had already gone into her room.

"I'm quite tired too."

Ji Jiazhen knew that he was trying to get her to ask, so she went along with it and said, "Why are you tired?"

—"I'm at the airport."

Without thinking for a moment, she typed and sent it directly.

Which airport?

After sending the message, I realized something was wrong. He was at the airport at that time, so his plane must have just landed.

She went out onto the balcony. The night breeze, carrying the salty smell of the sea, blew over, making her feel a little cool and clearing her head.

Wen Siyu didn't reply for a long time, and she was getting impatient, so she sent another message.

"Where are you."

At the same time, a dialog box pops up at the bottom.

"I'm on my way to find you now."

She tapped the screen repeatedly with her fingers, warning him, "Now, go back the way you came. Your aunt lives next door."

These words had absolutely no deterrent effect, only earning him the following response:

I miss you so much.

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Author's Note: So, did no one notice that the collar in Chapter 39 actually echoes what Zhen said about Yu's "neck feeling a bit empty" during their previous sexual encounter?

I'm going to make a scene, I'm really going to make a scene, I'm starting to make a scene, I'm done making a scene.