Chapter 32 Chapter 32
"Are you... okay?"
Tang Bian looked at An Jiyue with worry and shame, and felt relieved when he saw that her face looked normal, even rosier than his.
He was known for his love of drinking and having fun. He remained unmarried and childless at an advanced age, and his family was quite open-minded about his sexuality. He lived a carefree and carefree life.
But An Jiyue was a few years younger than him, and she had only been at Huayi for a short time, so she was considered a semi-newcomer. If the two of them could get each other drunk while drinking and chatting, he would probably be known as someone who took advantage of a young girl without restraint.
Last night, for some reason, he'd been fretting over the plot of "The Last Days," tearing his hair out for days. He'd been the first to have a few more drinks, and An Jiyue followed suit, perhaps feeling sullen from the suspension controversy. The two of them drank more and more, each clinking their glasses, sobbing as they did.
But he never stopped, so he could still remember most of the drunken talk he had said last night.
An Jiyue narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and said, "Don't be fooled by Lu Ye's appearance as a gentleman. He's actually a tyrant! Back then, it was just a small group project, and he dragged everyone to work all night to catch up. Not only does he treat himself as a non-human, he also treats others as non-human!"
Upon hearing this, Editor Tang was filled with righteous indignation and wrote down his name: a tyrant who forced the entire team to rush to meet deadlines.
An Jiyue gulped down a glass in one gulp, her face flushed red as she leaned on his shoulder and cried, "Oh yeah, you know what he said when we broke up? He told people 'not to bother him again' and that he 'could survive in hell'. What a scumbag!"
Editor Tang was drunk and didn't quite understand the breakup announcement, so he asked directly, "Didn't you say you knew his ex-girlfriend? Then why did they break up?"
An Jiyue held her head in her hands, trying to regain consciousness. Hearing this, she seemed to explode with anger again: "Why break up?... Didn't I just find some connections for him and let him stay on as an exception? My kindness is being treated like a donkey's liver and lungs. Pah! It's really not worth it!"
Editor Tang nodded and continued to write: The stone in the toilet is unsympathetic.
After thinking for a moment, he handed her the pen again: "Come on, write too! Scold him and vent your anger!"
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An Jiyue held Tang Bian's notebook in her hands. The flamboyant handwriting was a rant about last night's events. She hesitated, her throat choking with pain.
To be fair, these evaluations are somewhat distorted.
For example, Lu Ye never dragged the whole group together to catch up on the progress, but only enslaved her. After all, she had to be in a team with him in all classes.
As for the unclear charity and debts during the breakup, she dared not think about it without drinking some wine.
An Jiyue forced a dry smile and was about to return the notebook to Tang Bian when she suddenly caught sight of a powerful word among the chaotic handwriting.
"Don't care about face."
The color of the DC carbon ink pen was rich and heavy, almost like a pair of calm eyes. She had once gazed into those eyes with joy, and scolded him with a smile: "You really are too obsessed with face."
Her breathing stopped for a moment, An Jiuyue's fingertips trembled, and the notebook fell into Tang Bian's arms.
She turned her gaze towards the stage, her eyelashes trembling, and said calmly, "How did you respond last night?"
Editor Tang rubbed his throbbing temples. "Male guest number 3 took me home. Just talking about this makes me angry. Last night, when I arrived at the gate of the residential complex, I unexpectedly ran into colleagues from the online publicity and operations team downstairs returning from a dinner. They were all just listening to rumors and must have had quite a few drinks. When they saw a handsome guy taking me home, they screamed non-stop..."
He was now 100% certain of Lu Ye's personality, feeling both regretful and relieved. Excluding other factors, he could only continue to diligently research his relationship line.
An Jiyue's blood ran cold, and her voice became a little sharp: "Male guest number 3? Why is Lu Ye here too?"
"Your phone kept ringing, so I answered it for you. The person on the other end was Lu Ye. I was also worried about how to take you home, and he said he happened to be nearby, so he came over to help."
"But then you got another call. It was from a sister who said she was your roommate. I thought she was more reliable than Lu Ye, so I gave her her address as well."
An Jiyue was speechless for a long time, afraid that Tang would become suspicious if he thought too much. But he didn't seem to mind the problem at all and stood up to go to the morning meeting with the screenwriters.
"Oh yeah, Lu Ye said he called to ask for leave from you, he has something to do this morning." Tang added, turning his head, "Hey, you know what, finance guys look so handsome after socializing. We're both drinking, and we're like two dizzy ducks, but he's walking without a shaky step, slinging his suit jacket over his arm, paying the bill and hailing a cab with grace. And crucially, he doesn't look greasy at all, he's so stylish."
Tang Bian looked fascinated and winked at her for a while, as if he felt sorry for her for not being able to see the handsome guy because she was drunk.
An Jiyue also had a look of regret. She regretted drinking last night, and her scalp tingled when she thought about how drunk she was in front of Lu Ye.
"Has today's male guest recording session been cancelled?"
An Jiyue didn't have time to turn around before answering: "No, male guest number 3 had something urgent to do and was moved to the afternoon."
After saying that, she turned around and looked. She didn't expect that the questioner was too unexpected. She was caught off guard and was stunned.
Song Yiyi had walked behind her at some point, and her usual distant voice fell over her head, but for some reason it sounded more complex and tense than before.
Today she wore a light linen dress, and her high heels accentuated the curves of her calves. Song Yiyi was a thin woman, and her work in the investment promotion team required constant movement. She rarely wore long skirts that would make her look shorter, but today, for a change of pace, the high heels complemented her perfectly.
An Jiuyue accidentally glanced at her cold face and saw some traces of light makeup on her eyebrows and eyes.
In her memory, Song Yiyi never wore makeup, and even used the simplest SOD honey for her skincare. She always wore thick, large-framed glasses when she went out, and in winter, she would wear a mask and a hat, isolating herself from the world and rarely making eye contact.
An Jiyue herself, relying on her good looks during her school years, neglected to dress up. Her eyebrows were dark black, rarely requiring any tinting, a few strokes of paint and done. Her complexion was pure and clear, so a thin layer of foundation made her look like she was wearing makeup. It would have been more appealing to go out bare-faced, and let the cold wind blow her for half a minute to create a rosy flush.
But on holidays, she would still spruce herself up, curling her eyelashes and layering eyeshadow, smudged the corners of her eyes to create different layers, and contoured her eyes to create light and dark shadows. Lu Ye, who was waiting downstairs at the time, didn't get impatient. Instead, he lowered his head to observe her for a while and commented, "You look a lot more refined today."
Then he would gently touch the tip of her nose and naturally take her hand.
Times have changed, and now he can see other people putting on makeup for him. An Jiyue blinked with a sour and melancholic look.
Everything went smoothly on stage. She rarely relaxed, thought for a few seconds, dug out a chocolate-colored velvet lip gloss from her bag, and stood up.
An Jiyue took Song Yiyi's hanging hand and gently tapped the small brown tube into her palm. "Are you going on a date after get off work? Applying a layer of this color will complement your clothes better."
Song Yi's face turned pale and his words became incoherent: "Well... not yet..."
She added Lu Ye's contact information the day before and initially just introduced herself. Later, she did send him an invitation message, but Lu Ye never responded.
Song Yiyi reluctantly stayed glued to her phone all night, but decided to get ready early in the morning. She dug out a dress she rarely wore from her closet and applied light makeup with her unfamiliar touch.
An Jiyue extended her slender white index finger, gently tapped the tip of Song Yiyi's nose, and smiled gently at her: "Come on, I wish you all the best."
He sat down again, put on his headphones, and no emotion could be seen on his calm face.
The brown tube of lip gloss lay quietly in Song Yi's cold palm. She put away her fist, and a complex and puzzled light appeared in her indifferent and lifeless eyes.
She didn't expect An Jiyue to take her feelings for granted.
Back then, she didn't have this tolerance when she found out that the boy she had been hiding in her heart had become her roommate's boyfriend.
Song Yiyi kept a safe distance from everyone, but she wasn't completely frozen in time. If she were the center of the circle, then, aside from her parents and family, An Jiyue, who was usually polite and courteous to her, was already one of the people with the shortest radius.
She was meticulous and envied An Jiyue's extraordinary conversation and cheerful nature, which she often showed in the details. Not to mention the respect and concern that he showed her, whether intentional or not.
Song Yi's heart would also be warmed by that kindness.
Maybe one day, she would be willing to leave long-term contact information with a girl like An Jiyue at the graduation ceremony, and wish each other well during the holidays.
But everything disappeared when the next semester started, and An Jiyue openly put up a group photo on her desk.
She smiled brightly, and the boy beside her also curled his lips slightly.
Song Yiyi had seen Lu Ye focused and calm in the examination room, Lu Ye studying hard in the library, and Lu Ye speaking loudly and calmly during a report speech.
The only thing I have never seen is Lu Ye standing next to a girl, smiling calmly and comfortably.
The ink painting that she treasured in her heart now had a person everywhere.
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The weekend recording was successfully completed.
The three male guests sat on the stage for a long time. Zhan Nianqing was standing up to shake hands with the staff one by one to express his gratitude, while Shu Jun looked around nervously. It was said that he had annoyed Rongrong again before the recording started, and the two had a few words. At this time, Shu Jun was looking for her figure, wanting to apologize.
An Jiyue saved the script, now scribbled with highlighter, and instructed Xiao Xu to relay the arrangements for tomorrow's meeting to finalize the editing process. She waved goodbye to editor Tang, who was sitting at the other end, and prepared to leave with her bag.
She admitted that she was a deserter. She was really afraid of seeing the beautiful figures of Lu Ye and Song Yiyi leaving.
An Jiyue could already browse his and Zhu Ling's CP super topic calmly, and even find some inspiration from it. After all, every bite of sugar under the microscope was deliberate, and even most of it was her handiwork.
But Song Yiyi's invitation was different. She invited Lu Ye, whom they had known for nine years, not the male guest No. 3 in front of the camera.
Even during this afternoon's filming, An Jiyue was a little absent-minded, so she finished work early.
She almost fled into the empty elevator, and only breathed a sigh of relief after pressing the floor button.
The elevator door opened and An Jiyue walked out. The light from the basement made her dazed for a few seconds.
Oh, I didn't drive here today. She hit her head lightly, her anxiety getting worse and worse.
An Jiyue turned around and pressed the elevator button again. Suddenly, a cold car light came on behind her, and a car horn sounded twice in a low voice, as if calling someone.
She subconsciously turned around and saw a brand-new Volvo parked in her usual spot. The spacious car gleamed brightly. The man in the driver's seat rolled down the window and gently beckoned her with a bony finger.
"Get in the car." The cold voice sounded like an order, leaving no room for negotiation.
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