Chapter 64 Chapter 64
When Zhu Ling left, she was still pushing the two suitcases that she had brought with her when she moved in.
It was a weekend, and Xiao Meng, who had been lazy at home for a long time, was coaxed by her to go out for sketching. However, she packed her bags in less than an hour, left a note, and disappeared since then.
Xiao Meng had indeed bought her many luxurious and exquisite items, but those were too glaring to Zhu Ling's eyes at the time. She couldn't understand Xiao Meng's spending habits, which had been spoiled by his generous lifestyle. She couldn't accept that she, despite working so hard every day, still had to worry about making ends meet.
Xiao Meng once told her that he liked to see the surprise that flashed across her eyes for a moment, and he was willing to spend a fortune for it.
Although young Zhu Ling was naive, she didn't completely accept his arguments. However, over time, the intense and passionate feelings she felt became too much for her to bear.
She dragged two boxes and simply left P City.
The strange city she had arrived in had scorching sunshine almost every day. Her life was like a wreck salvaged from a raging sea, dripping wet and laid out in the sun. Then, bit by bit, it was repaired, finally recovering.
Like a ship that is always anchored in the harbor, the water is calm and she no longer needs to go out to sea.
Later, Zhu Ling made many friends and was pursued by many suitors. She gradually got used to talking about love without any ulterior motives.
Many people began to use words like "charming" and "elegant" to describe her. One day, Zhu Ling suddenly caught sight of herself in a long, crimson dress in the mirror. She froze for a moment, her eyes blurry and lost.
Her curly hair cascaded lazily over her shoulders. Her willow-shaped eyebrows framed deep eye sockets, her eyes long and slightly raised, and her lips, crimson red, stretched from her neck to her chest. She tentatively moved slightly, her waist as slender as a bee's, and every gesture exuded charm.
But if you look closely, the corners of her eyes and the angles of her features seem to be tinged with a touch of worldly experience. The hardships of society over the years have been etched into her bones, and Zhu Ling can no longer be as innocent as before.
She suddenly thought of the man who stopped her on the street. What did she look like in his eyes back then?
And if it were now, how would he draw himself?
Once when she was having a party with friends, a close young friend complained about how her live-in boyfriend, a musician, was putting a lot of pressure on her. Zhu Ling listened politely, but felt the calmness of someone who had experienced it: Well, artists, sooner or later, they can't stand it.
So she gently tried to comfort him: "Artistic creation requires strong emotional stimulation. If you really can't get along, why not think about it carefully again..."
The close friend stopped sobbing, tears welling up in his eyes: "But he said that he couldn't live without me."
The others were originally trying to comfort her, but upon hearing this they all chuckled softly.
What about not being able to survive? That's all bullshit. No matter who is gone, everyone can survive.
Zhu Ling, who always disdained being trapped by love, didn't smile. She moved her lips and murmured repeatedly, "Can't live anymore? Really?"
Zhu Ling felt inexplicably anxious. She knew the man's feelings all too well. She had imagined he would become completely disheartened and leave the country, that he would give up on himself and then rise again in adversity. But she had never imagined that there was a more extreme, more irreversible path.
And when this option appeared in my mind, it instantly became a drop of thick ink, dissipating uncontrollably.
Zhu Ling returned to P City overnight and tried to contact Xiao Meng again through various means on the way, but to no avail.
Until she tried to return to the no longer glamorous apartment, stumbled to the end of the corridor, and unexpectedly discovered that the key from that year could still be used.
Zhu Ling closed her eyes and pushed the door open. The dusty room was empty and as silent as death.
The property manager who heard the news came over and told her that the tenant at that time was drunk every day and wandered out in the middle of the night to buy food and drinks on credit from convenience stores, like a ghost.
After a while, he sold almost all his liquid assets, even several of his treasured paintings, and bought this apartment, and then disappeared.
Zhu Ling walked to the window and wiped the dusty glass with her hand. P City was shrouded in gloomy weather.
At this moment, she saw the safe sitting quietly in the corner.
Her fingers paused, and with a calm and desperate intuition, she entered her birthday, and successfully opened the heavy door of the safe.
All the paintings that had been collected over the years came out, and her young face was blown all over the room by the wind.
An Jiyue's eardrums were beating and she could hear her heart pounding.
"Did you find him later?"
"Found it." Zhu Ling pointed at the simple sofa cabinet beside her with her fingertips. Her long hair fell on the somewhat old urn, tangling around it.
“His friend gave it to me, and by the way, he also transferred the house to my name in accordance with his will.
"He said he was worried I would have nowhere to live when I came back."
Many years later, when Zhu Ling talked about these things again, her beautiful face was no longer tearful. But perhaps because the light was too dim, An Jiuyue still felt that her expression seemed sad and vicissitudes of life.
Zhu Ling sneered softly as she stroked the jar. "Really? He was still worried that I wouldn't be able to live well, but it was clearly him who messed up my life."
She stared at the urn, and her next words were not directed to An Jiuyue: "You never thought that I would be doing so well after leaving you."
An Jiyue began to feel that she was being intrusive. She was just thinking about how to leave when Zhu Ling called out to her.
"Jiyue, it's just a story, don't take it to heart."
She smiled faintly, as if she was really just telling An Jiuyue a story.
Zhu Ling sat up straight and said seriously, "But I really want to do a good job on the scented tea project. No matter how much it costs, it doesn't matter."
An Jiyue nodded and also expressed her position: "Anshi Capital will also go all out for this project."
Zhu Ling knew her character and abilities, and had no doubts about her promise, so she continued, "Also, I will not accept Zhong Xinwu. Not on or off the show."
An Jiyue pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it because of that senior?"
"Senior?" Zhu Ling grinned. "Alright, consider me a senior for now. Zhong Xinwu and Xiao Meng have so many similarities that sometimes I feel lost."
She put her hands behind her head, crossed one leg and swung it, her lips curled lazily.
"I've had enough of men with artistic temperaments. Being with such people is too exhausting and too tiring. It's better to be with a simple-minded, sunny-minded man who practices sports. To be honest, if Rongrong and Shujun weren't such a good match, I might also be willing to spend more time with Shujun."
An Jiyue was stunned for a moment, then thought of Rongrong's performance against Zhong Xinwu, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's not impossible..."
She then reminded Zhu Ling, "However, Zhong Xinwu seems very determined about you. He's... a little obsessed."
Zhu Ling was silent for a moment, then lowered her head and smiled. "I'm no different. When faced with such a familiar aura, I'm always attracted. So I need to constantly restrain myself, stay sober, and even seek help."
She looked at An Jiyue sincerely: "I am asking Director An for help now."
An Jiyue blinked her confused eyes and said, "You mean, we should arrange fewer moments for you to be alone together?"
The woman on the sofa nodded. She sighed, her eyes sweeping across the floating paintings, and whispered, "I've already killed one, am I going to provoke another..."
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An Jiyue drove home with a heavy heart. As soon as she entered the house, she bumped into Yue Hui, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes.
"You're finally back." Yue Hui breathed a sigh of relief and began to pull the laces of her skirt.
An Jiyue was at a loss. Her mind was full of Zhu Ling's story, as well as various thoughts such as the need to rewrite the script, convince the screenwriter team, and break up the couple.
"This skirt is not your size." Liang Sinan adjusted his handmade swallowtail suit, and the silver thread embroidery on the collar shone with a luxurious light.
He looked at Yue Hui disapprovingly and reached out to untie the complicated knot on her back. "Yue'er, you try it."
Yue Hui complained mercilessly: "To attend a dinner party, you have to specify the attire for everyone in the family? I really don't understand you wealthy families."
An Jiyue couldn't stand it any longer: "Who can give me some background information?"
Liang Sinan glanced at her: "Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, G City, attend the dinner."
He was brief and to the point, as if he was issuing a task, and he also expertly distilled the key points for her.
An Jiyue relied on muscle memory and said without hesitation: "Oh, okay."
Liang Sinan raised his eyebrows and looked at Yue Hui who turned his head in surprise.
"Aren't you going to ask more questions?"
"That's not necessary." An Jiyue curled her lips helplessly. "I only need to attend the occasions that you two have screened for me. I just need to take a few hours off tomorrow."
She picked up the dress that Yuehui had taken off and turned back to her room.
Yue Hui pursed his lips and pinched his waist wrapped in a tight-fitting dress: "I feel a little sorry for her unconditional trust."
Liang Sinan's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes were complex and dim. He felt guilty, but this loophole was too easy to exploit, and he was afraid of making another mistake.
He glanced up and down at Yue Hui. Standing nearly two meters away from him, her figure looked particularly petite.
"Mr. Yue, are you in a good mood recently? It seems that you eat very well."
After Liang Sinan finished his venomous words, he gave her a friendly smile insidiously and quickly slipped back to his room.
Inside, An Jiyue had already changed into her silver-white dress. It was a close-fitting single-piece dress, contoured to her shapely bust, with a defined waistline and a wide, pleated hem. The soft silk resembled flowing moonlight, making her look light yet elegant.
She has always liked beautiful clothes, but with the constant pace of running around on the set, cotton T-shirts and loose sweatpants are more comfortable.
An Jiyue walked slowly to the floor-length mirror, lifted the hem of her skirt and spun around, her mood also brightening.
She suddenly thought of something, took out her cell phone, supported her waist with one hand, held the phone in the mirror with the other hand and pressed the shutter button.
The photo was immediately pinned to her chat box.
An Jiyue continued to admire it with satisfaction for a few seconds. After confirming that it fit well, she simply took off the skirt and hung it aside, changed into her pajamas and went into the bathroom.
The video call invitation came in when she was foaming at the mouth. An Jiyue hurriedly pressed the decline button, but another one came in soon.
Lu Ye's calm and dignified portrait flashed tirelessly at the top.
An Jiyue picked up the phone without any temper, pouting and mumbling, "What?"
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