Chapter 30
Jiang Xueru, on the other hand, was living a peaceful life.
She was indeed upset for a day or two about having her role taken away, after all, she had put so much effort into it, and it was even a film directed by Director Chen.
But strangely, this period of depression was much shorter than she had expected.
On the morning of the third day, she got up and made breakfast for Qiuqiu as usual, even humming a song while frying the eggs.
Qiuqiu rubbed her eyes as she came out of her room and paused for a moment when she saw her mother's busy figure in the kitchen.
The little girl carefully moved over and tugged at Jiang Xueru's sleeve: "Mom, are you alright?"
Jiang Xueru turned off the heat, plated the fried eggs, and bent down to ruffle Qiuqiu's hair: "Okay, why not?"
Qiuqiu blinked, "That role..."
"If that role is gone, there will be another one."
Jiang Xueru said in a relaxed tone, "Mom has been through worse things before, and she got through them, didn't she?"
She was telling the truth.
Compared to the years when she won Best Actress at nineteen but was suppressed by her own father and lost all her resources, and compared to the days when she was attacked by the entire internet and didn't even dare to leave her house, this is really nothing.
not to mention......
She glanced at the clear sky outside the window, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
What's more, now she has Qiuqiu, she has Gu Qingyue, and she has a place that she can call "home".
Those external gains and losses suddenly seemed less important.
But Qiuqiu clearly didn't think so.
Five-year-olds have their own set of logic.
If Mom is unhappy, you should try to cheer her up.
Over the next few days, Jiang Xueru received a barrage of love from Qiuqiu.
On the first day, Qiuqiu approached Jiang Xueru and mysteriously pulled a painting out of her schoolbag.
The painting depicts three little figures holding hands, with a crown drawn on the head of the little figure in the middle wearing a dress.
"This is Mom, this is Dad, this is Qiuqiu!" Qiuqiu held the painting high.
Everyone says that paintings should be given to the people you love most!
Jiang Xueru looked at the crooked but meticulously drawn lines on the painting, and her heart melted.
She stuck the drawing in the most conspicuous spot on the refrigerator and kissed Qiuqiu's cheek: "Thank you, Qiuqiu, I like it very much."
The next day, Qiuqiu, having learned it from somewhere, insisted on giving Jiang Xueru a back massage after dinner.
The little hands weren't very strong, but they tapped earnestly, one tap at a time, and asked in a childish voice, "Does Mommy feel good?"
"That feels good." Jiang Xueru smiled, her eyes closed.
"Is Mom happy?"
"happy."
Qiuqiu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "When Daddy came home today, he brought Mommy a little cake! It's in the fridge!"
Jiang Xueru opened her eyes.
Sure enough, a delicate strawberry cake lay quietly in the refrigerator, next to a card with Gu Qingyue's handwriting on it: "I heard that sweets make people happy."
On the third day, Qiuqiu's plan was upgraded again.
After dinner, she pulled Jiang Xueru to sit on the sofa and said in a serious tone, "Mom, Qiuqiu will tell you a joke."
"OK."
Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit who asked its mother: "Mommy, Mommy, why are my ears so long?"
Mother Rabbit said: "That way you can hear sounds from farther away!"
The little rabbit asked again: "Then why are my eyes red?"
Mother Rabbit said: "Because this way you can see more clearly!"
The little rabbit thought for a moment, then asked, "Mommy, why are your carrot pancakes so delicious?"
Qiuqiu paused deliberately at this point, looking at Jiang Xueru expectantly with her big eyes.
Jiang Xueru asked cooperatively, "Why?"
"because--"
Qiuqiu drawled out her words, then suddenly threw herself into her arms, "Because Mommy is the best mommy in the whole world!"
Jiang Xueru paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter, hugging Qiuqiu tightly.
She was indeed appeased.
It's completely healed.
In a good mood, Jiang Xueru remembered the matter that had been put on hold for a long time.
—Regarding how to pursue Gu Qingyue.
She decided to consult her friends.
The first person they sought out was Leng Yu.
When the call connected, deafening music came from the other end.
"Jiang Jiang! What made you think of calling me?" Leng Yu's voice was full of energy.
"I'd like to ask you something."
Jiang Xueru carefully chose her words, "If I want to express my feelings to someone, how should I do it?"
The music suddenly stopped.
A few seconds later, Leng Yu burst into a thunderous laugh.
"Hahaha, Jiang Xueru! You've finally figured it out! Isn't it Gu Qingyue?! I knew something was off between you two!"
Jiang Xueru's ears burned: "Keep your voice down!"
"What's there to be embarrassed about!"
Leng Yu said enthusiastically, "Let me tell you, to deal with someone like Gu Qingyue who's a repressed pervert, you have to be direct! Just go for it! I bet he's liked you for a long time, just waiting for you to say it!"
"Really?"
"hundred percent!"
Leng Yu said decisively, "Listen to me, pick a good day and confess directly. I've even thought of the lines for you—'Gu Qingyue, the contract is expiring, but I don't want a divorce because I love you.' How about that? Direct enough, right?"
Jiang Xueru blushed even more after hearing what she said.
The second person they sought out was Yu Ling.
The agent's reaction was much calmer, but the gossip fire burned brightly in his eyes.
"You're finally going to make your move? I've been waiting for you to act for ages."
"What do you mean by 'take action'? You're making me sound like a female hooligan?!"
"That's about right."
So, do you think it's feasible?
"Nonsense!" Yu Ling slammed her hand on the table.
"The barrier between you two is so thin it's practically nonexistent; it's just a matter of who's going to make the first move. If you ask me, isn't your birthday coming up soon? Confess then, and it'll be a double celebration!"
Thirdly, Jiang Xueru even called Meng Han, probably because the two unexpectedly got along well on "Super Cute".
When Meng Han answered the phone, she was drawing with her son. Her voice was gentle: "Xueru? Is something the matter?"
"Sister Han, I'd like to ask you a question."
Jiang Xueru was a little embarrassed. "If you liked someone, how would you confess your feelings?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a low laugh: "Is this Teacher Gu?"
Jiang Xueru: "......"
Was she making it very obvious?!
“I don’t know him well, but I can tell he cares about you.”
Jiang Xueru's heart skipped a beat.
"When it comes to relationships, the most important thing is sincerity."
Meng Han continued, "If you're sure of your feelings, be brave and say it. No matter the outcome, at least you won't regret it."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xueru sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time.
Everyone says this—be direct, be brave, and go straight for the point.
She touched her chest; her heart was beating a little fast, but she wasn't panicking.
She seems to be really ready.
......
Gu Qingyue had also been preparing for a long time.
He started having insomnia two weeks before Jiang Xueru's birthday.
Lying in bed in the guest room at night, I kept rehearsing the same scene in my mind.
Candlelight, gifts, and those words that had lingered in my heart for ten years.
He even wrote several versions of his confession in his phone's notes app, but then felt they were too deliberate and deleted and rewrote them.
In the end, all that remained was: "If I could, I would like to spend the rest of my life with you."
Simple, but sincere enough.
On the eve of her birthday, Gu Qingyue barely slept.
At three in the morning, he was still checking the bracelet in the living room.
He picked out each of the light pink pearls one by one, and he spent a whole week learning how to braid the chain from a tutorial. The little "R&Y" on the clasp was secretly engraved by a master craftsman.
Qiuqiu got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water and peeked through the crack in the door at him: "Dad, aren't you asleep yet?"
Gu Qingyue was startled and quickly hid the things: "I went to sleep."
Qiuqiu tilted her head: "Is Daddy preparing a birthday present for Mommy?"
Gu Qingyue hadn't expected Qiuqiu to be so perceptive, and could only admit it.
"......Um."
"Mom will definitely like it," Qiuqiu said confidently, then skipped back to bed.
Gu Qingyue felt a little more at ease as he watched the little girl's retreating figure.
He was actually very nervous.
I was more nervous than when I made my first movie, won my first award, or met Jiang Xueru's father for the first time.
Because this time, he's gambling with his happiness for the rest of his life.
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