The two ate wontons for dinner, and after they finished, room service came to collect the dishes.
As usual, Ling Jiao washed up and then picked up her script to memorize her lines, while Fu Shiqin packed his luggage, putting everything into his suitcase except for the clothes he would change into the next morning.
However, as Ling Jiao watched him pack his things, she felt a subtle sense of loss.
She has never been comfortable with people interfering too much in her life.
Although Fu Shiqin and she were publicly a couple, they always maintained a polite distance in private, which made her very happy.
But at this moment, for the first time, she felt sad about someone's brief departure.
Fu Shiqin glanced at her sideways and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? If you can't bear to part with me, I don't have to leave."
Ling Jiao snapped out of her reverie and turned the page of the script in her hand.
"No, it's just that I suddenly think... Young Master Fu, you suddenly look quite pleasing to the eye."
Fu Shiqin was overjoyed by the praise, "Isn't it always pleasing to the eye?"
Ling Jiao smiled calmly, not answering him again, and focused on the script in her hands.
After Fu Shiqin finished tidying up, he laid out his sleeping bag and crawled in before remembering to give the instructions.
"I've put some cold medicine and powder in that first-aid kit over there. The temperature is low here lately, so take the medicine if you catch a cold."
“…Oh, okay.” Ling Jiao responded blankly.
"I also have a few portions of wrapped wontons frozen in the small refrigerator. If you want some, just have my assistant cook some for you," Fu Shiqin said.
Ling Jiao paused for a moment, then responded.
“…Okay, thank you.”
Fu Shiqin thought for a moment, then asked if there was anything he had overlooked, and finally spoke.
"If you need anything else, just give me a call anytime."
After a deep silence, Ling Jiao responded vaguely.
"……good."
They weren't actually boyfriend and girlfriend, but he seemed to be doing everything a boyfriend would do.
This feeling of being cared for and cherished made her feel both happy and a little flustered.
Seeing that she still had to memorize her lines, Fu Shiqin didn't disturb her and went to rest early himself.
Ling Jiao sat on the bed and glanced at the person sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor. Her gaze was complicated and conflicted.
The girl he secretly loves will surely be very happy in the future.
In the dead of night, she sat on the bed alone with the script for more than two hours before turning off the light and resting.
Fu Shiqin's early morning flight started just as dawn was breaking, but he was careful not to wake Ling Jiao, who was still sleeping.
After a quick wash, I grabbed my suitcase and headed to the airport to meet up with Fu Shiyi and return to the capital.
When Ling Jiao woke up, it was already past eight o'clock. She stared blankly at the empty suite for a long time before realizing that Fu Shiqin had already left.
For the past month, I've seen him every time I open my eyes, at work, and even the last thing I see before I go to sleep.
It's strange to feel uneasy now that the person has suddenly disappeared.
After a while, she got up, washed up, changed her clothes, and was about to go downstairs for breakfast when her assistant came and rang the doorbell.
In addition, breakfast was also delivered.
"Sister Ling, you're up. Breakfast is ready." The assistant said, pushing the dining room door open.
Ling Jiao stepped aside to let her in.
"I was just about to go downstairs to eat."
The film crew had a long-stay buffet breakfast at the hotel, and she planned to eat at the restaurant.
"Young Master Fu specifically instructed me to send this at this time, along with your favorite seafood porridge, shumai, and crab roe buns."
Ling Jiao frowned in surprise. "When did he tell you?"
"Yesterday, I received a call just half an hour ago," the assistant said as she set the breakfast on the table.
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