Chapter 14 "The clothes are washed, the underwear..."
A cold rain had fallen in Songjin, and the morning was gloomy.
At the event entrance, a thank-you banner covered with sponsor logos was displayed, now soaked and glistening with raindrops. Employees wearing name tags were wiping it down with umbrellas.
As soon as the car door opened, Liang Kongxiang got out of the car with her umbrella open, and the water on the ground inevitably splashed onto the hem of her light blue jeans.
Someone waved to her from afar at the doorway and called out, "Kong Xiang!"
Her outfit was also simple, a black shirt similar to Liang Kongxiang's. She rubbed her arms because of the strong wind at the door, looked at Liang Kongxiang with eager eyes, and subconsciously took a step forward.
Liang Kongxiang closed her umbrella, the burst of water droplets spraying onto the already damp ground. She shook it off and placed it on the umbrella stand, smiling as she said, "It's cold outside, let's go inside quickly."
“It’s so good that you came,” Zhuo Qiyun said with a mischievous grin. “You don’t know, I felt so uncomfortable when I saw Geng Jiali at this exhibition.” She took Liang Kongxiang’s hand and walked inside. “It’s a good thing you came too, otherwise I would have felt so awkward by myself.”
Liang Kongxiang smiled but didn't reply, and brushed her already wet hair to one side.
Spotlights illuminated the long corridor, where display boards for hundreds of films were scattered in pairs on the left and right sides, with more and more staff members appearing as you walked further in.
Zhuo Qiyun suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Zaiying's CEO Jiang is here too."
“Okay,” Liang Kongxiang pulled her along, “Watch where you’re going.”
"Oh, okay." Zhuo Qiyun paused for a moment, her gossipy nature suddenly piqued. She had wanted to ask about it when she saw the news online, but she had kept it to herself because of the screen and her busy schedule. "After that person's accident, I was thinking that, given Wang Jianbai's personality, he wouldn't go down to lower-level companies. There are only a few that can compare to the original production company. Who knew he would actually go to Zaiying? Not to mention... isn't this President Jiang quite difficult to get along with?"
"It's alright." Liang Kongxiang shook her head with a smile, thinking of last night when Jiang Jiaoming said she had confessed without being asked.
"In a cooperative relationship, there's no such thing as being difficult to get along with," she added.
We arrived at the lounge, but no one was inside.
Zhuo Qiyun closed the door and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, Jiang Jiaoming is a master at judging people by their appearance. I haven't had much contact with him, but I heard that Geng Jiali and Zhuang Yexue both pursued him before."
Liang Kongxiang frowned. Both of them were top-tier celebrities. It was somewhat plausible that the former was just watching for entertainment, but didn't Zhuang Yexue's boss and Jiang Jiaoming's company have a grudge?
Although no one was in the room, Zhuo Qiyun lowered her voice, moved a chair closer to Liang Kongxiang, and whispered with her knees touching, "You know, Geng Jiali and Zhuang Yexue didn't get along to begin with, and they both have their eyes on the same man."
That was a very abrupt change of topic.
"How did this get involved?" Liang Kongxiang smiled and handed her a bottle of water: "What's the big deal? You still have a lot to say on stage later."
"What's the point of gossiping?" Zhuo Qiyun still took two big gulps of her drink. "Zhuang didn't come today, otherwise I really wanted you to come with me to watch their drama unfold."
Liang Kongxiang steered the conversation away from the topic, and Zhuo Qiyun, sensing this, didn't press further. A thought lingered in her mind: avoiding the subject was definitely suspicious. However, given Liang Kongxiang's personality, she wasn't the type to date during her career's rise. Hmm… she thought of Jiang Jiaoming's terrible temper. But if Liang Kongxiang really liked someone, teasing him would be like teasing a dog; it was hard to imagine which dog wouldn't wag its tail and lick her lips at her flick of the finger.
After chatting for a short while, someone from the organizer knocked on the door and called them to the cinema to watch a movie.
The seats were all arranged in advance, and as soon as Liang Kongxiang entered, there was a burst of cheers, and the dark theater became restless.
She bent down and waved to the audience, then quickly sat down in the first row. As soon as she sat down, a familiar scent filled her nostrils.
The smell of medicine and sandalwood is Jiang Jiaoming's scent.
Liang Kongxiang did not turn her head, but quietly sat down in her seat and looked up at the front.
The screen lit up, the surrounding noise subsided for a moment, and the breathing sounds on the left became more noticeable.
Her gaze, fixed on the large screen, gradually lost focus. Figures kept flitting about before her, passing through the bright white screen lights, transforming into black shadows that wandered aimlessly in front of her.
Everything became slow and quiet.
At this moment, it was as if time and space had transformed into many tiny universes. In the universe called "Twenty Years Old," she and Jiang Jiaoming, like any ordinary couple, quietly waited for the movie's license plate to be released, waited for the climax to arrive, waited for the perfect moment to touch hands, and waited for a spontaneous kiss.
The universe kept spinning, and the huge sound of the movie projection shattered something with a loud bang. Liang Kongxiang's heart sank straight down, but her eyes gradually cleared, and she focused intently on the big screen.
The protagonists in the movie are arguing. Liang Kongxiang is resting her chin on her hand, and the changing lights are shining on her face, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. The expression on her face is like she is trying to understand the couple who are arguing, or she seems to be starting to fall into memories.
Liang Kongxiang paused for a moment when her arm was touched by a strong arm on her left. She slowly lowered her hand that was supporting her face and moved it slightly to the right.
"Don't move."
In the darkness, a voice came from the left. Then, my arm was pressed against it again.
The sound from both sides vibrated his eardrums until the headlights suddenly came on, and Jiang Jiaoming stood up, ending the long movie.
Before going on stage, Liang Kongxiang noticed out of the corner of her eye that a girl had followed Jiang Jiaoming onto the stage. It wasn't until she sat down that she realized that the girl sitting next to Jiang Jiaoming was Geng Jiali.
"Kong Xiang," Zhuo Qiyun hooked her little finger under the table and asked softly, "What are you thinking about? Everyone's watching."
Liang Kongxiang snapped out of her daze.
The audience and media in the stands all raised their phones, and the host had already come on stage.
The director sat in the middle of the long table, with the screenwriter and a writer on either side of him.
Liang Kongxiang sat next to Zhuo Qiyun, while Geng Jiali sat on the other side.
The film shown this morning was the second screening in the main competition. Liang Kongxiang and the new director were quite familiar with each other, so he subconsciously mentioned Liang Kongxiang during their conversation. "Actually, the theme of this film is not hard to see. It's about the emotional conflicts of a young couple. For young people like Liang Kongxiang, it's inevitable that there will be clashes and frictions in their views on relationships."
Wow!!!
A chorus of cheers erupted from below. The director, surprised that his casual remark had elicited such a roar, paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Why are you all so gossipy?"
The host stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "I'm also curious, has Kong Xiang had any similar romantic experiences?"
“Hey, ask away,” Zhuo Qiyun said, always eager for a good show. The crowd was so large it made Geng Jiali, who was standing nearby, turn green with anger. She bent her fingers together and said, “Come on, whoever helps me pry Liang Kongxiang’s mouth open will be richly rewarded.”
Many audience members craned their necks and raised their hands high, afraid of being ignored, and winked at Zhuo Qiyun.
Zhuo Qiyun ran down and handed the microphone to the girl in the white sweater in the second row. Liang Kongxiang sat on the seat, smiling helplessly, spreading her hands, shaking her head and sighing softly.
The woman who took the microphone stood up, tidying her hair. "First of all, I really liked Director Sun's film, and it touched me deeply. Then I'd like to ask Professor Liang, could you share your thoughts on the tragic ending of the couple in the film, based on your own experience?"
The hall fell silent.
This is a very clever way of asking questions. It can elicit information about Liang Kongxiang's romantic history without letting her overshadow the main theme of the film.
"I personally don't have much romantic experience,"
Liang Kongxiang spoke calmly, as if recalling something from a long time ago, or a yellowed, expired love letter buried in a book: "I had a boyfriend during my student days, but we broke up later."
A fleeting glance exchanged on the left side of the first row.
stagger.
The air began to fill with the irresistible scent of sandalwood.
Geng Jiali tilted her head thoughtfully and glanced at Liang Kongxiang.
Director Sun joked, "Experience it firsthand?"
Liang Kongxiang denied it with a smile, leaving the question to others.
The female writer next to Director Sun kept looking at her tenderly, and Liang Kongxiang took the opportunity to ask, "Teacher Yin, do you have any advice for couples with similar main characters?"
"It's not really a suggestion, it's just a poem that came to mind while I was reading it." Yin Jie picked up the microphone, paused for a few seconds, and slowly recited: "I realize that the past cannot be changed, but the future can be pursued; I am not too far astray, and I am aware that what I thought was right yesterday is wrong today."
Yin Jie: "Sometimes when I was young, I liked to get stuck in dead ends. Now I think that solving problems by separating is the worst strategy."
Liang Kongxiang held the microphone, raised it slightly as if she wanted to say something, then lowered it again. Her other hand hung at her side, hidden under the red tablecloth, her fingers curled up, then relaxed.
She smiled at the camera.
A solitary clapping sound suddenly rang out from the quiet audience.
It came from the right side of the first row, slow and crisp.
*Slap.* *Slap.* *Slap.*
After a five-second eye contact, Jiang Jiaoming applauded Yin Jie's words under Liang Kongxiang's gaze.
The entire audience joined in applause, and a burst of applause erupted from below.
Liang Kongxiang's expression appeared calm, but Jiang Jiaoming saw the cracks beneath her impeccable facade. She seemed like a white wall that had stood for a hundred years, proudly unyielding when there was no wind. However, Jiang Jiaoming, who had once approached her, knew that if the wind blew now, the wall plaster would crumble and fall to the ground.
She frowned slightly in Jiang Jiaoming's gaze.
Jiang Jiaoming, sitting in the audience, seemed completely unafraid of being discovered, and smiled at her with a cheerful expression.
Liang Kongxiang carefully discerned what Jiang Jiaoming was saying.
Do you regret it?
She laughed and didn't look at him again.
During halftime, Zhuo Qiyun pulled Liang Kongxiang to the restroom and whispered, "I was wondering what's wrong with Geng Jiali today? She's been strangely quiet."
"What's wrong?" Liang Kongxiang asked. She didn't interact much with Geng Jiali, so she hadn't noticed.
She suddenly paused, her voice softened, and her eyes quickly scanned the area in front of the bathroom door before she pretended not to see the man and woman who appeared to have parted on bad terms.
The man is Jiang Jiaoming, and the woman is Geng Jiali.
Both groups saw each other, but both tacitly pretended not to.
Zhuo Qiyun and Jiang Jiaoming were not very familiar with each other, so she planned to pretend that she did not know them. Unexpectedly, Liang Kongxiang stopped in front of them.
Zhuo looked at her with some surprise.
"President Jiang, Jiali." Liang Kongxiang greeted them with a smile, her expression relaxed, as if she were meeting a long-lost friend at a party.
Geng Jiali's gaze fell on Liang Kongxiang, as if she was thinking about something. Then she glanced at Liang Kongxiang coldly, nodded, and turned to leave.
"Who is she?" Zhuo Qiyun rolled her eyes inwardly as she watched Geng Jiali's retreating figure in mid-heeled shoes. "I'm looking at you too, why are you ignoring me...?" She slowly came back to her senses and looked at Liang Kongxiang.
Um……?
Following Liang Kongxiang's gaze, Jiang Jiaoming, dressed in a black suit, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, staring intently at her. The two of them were just looking at each other like they were playing a riddle, without saying a word.
Zhuo Qiyun was hesitating whether or not to leave.
"This is General Manager Jiang from Zaiying Pictures," Liang Kongxiang introduced.
Zhuo Qiyun was taken aback for a moment. Of course, she was happy to have someone act as a matchmaker, so she immediately extended her hand and introduced herself with a smile: "Hello, hello, I am Zhuo Qiyun."
Jiang Jiaoming glanced at Liang Kongxiang, then reached out to shake her hand in return: "Yes, please give my regards to your General Manager Lin."
"Okay!" Zhuo Qiyun said tactfully, "Then I'll go to the restroom first, you guys chat."
She glanced at Liang Kongxiang, then pointed to her phone where Jiang Jiaoming couldn't see, asking Liang Kongxiang to send her a message after she finished talking.
After Zhuo left, the atmosphere changed dramatically.
"Your friend mentioned Geng Jiali to you, right?" Jiang Jiaoming asked casually, but with a hint of certainty.
Liang Kongxiang's friend is similar to Ruan Jiayan, a friend she made in high school; neither of them can hide anything in their eyes.
Liang Kongxiang walked to the sink, the sound of running water breaking the silence.
Since he had already guessed it, why did he expose it and create an irreparable ending for both of them?
Jiang Jiaoming decided to stop while he was ahead, saying, "I'll take you to see Director He at seven o'clock tonight."
"Director He?" Liang Kongxiang frowned, turning her head to look at him. She wasn't familiar with He Ciqian; Jiang Jiaoming had taken her to meet Director He...
“Director He is going to be promoted to director of the arts center,” Jiang Jiaoming said. “Knowing him can only be beneficial, not harmful.”
The awards organized by the Film Center of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles are all prestigious awards in the industry. Being too rigid in this circle won't work; you have to be out and about, and you need talent, connections, and luck—all three are indispensable.
Liang Kongxiang didn't say anything at first. This whole situation seemed advantageous no matter how you looked at it.
A few seconds passed.
"Thanks."
"Alright, how many times are you going to tell me that?"
As he spoke, the bandage on his Adam's apple was very noticeable, sliding up and down.
"Is your neck... feeling better?" Liang Kongxiang looked down, avoiding his gaze. The areas not covered by the bandage were starting to scab over. "Take off the bandage, it's not breathable."
“Don’t tear it,” Jiang Jiaoming suddenly smiled, “Do you know what Geng Jiali just asked me?”
Liang Kongxiang didn't speak, but Jiang Jiaoming continued, "He asked me which woman injured him."
The neck is a sensitive area, especially the Adam's apple, which is covered by something, half-concealing it, which seems like an attempt to cover up the truth.
Liang Kongxiang didn't pursue the topic further, as she knew she shouldn't be curious about it.
But in fact, Jiang Jiaoming wouldn't answer Geng Jiali's question. He only coldly replied, "What's it to you?" Geng Jiali looked terrible and wanted to scold Jiang Jiaoming but couldn't find a reason to. Then she saw Liang Kongxiang.
She knew that Zhuo Qiyun was watching her make a fool of herself from behind, and she didn't want to be looked down upon by her, so she left without lingering.
My phone vibrated; it was a message from Zhuo Qiyun asking if I was done chatting.
Jiang Jiaoming could tell that he stood next to Liang Kongxiang, curled his fingers, raised his hand, and pushed the faucet hard. Thick white water gushed down. He washed his hands, shook the water vigorously, and then left.
When Zhuo Qiyun came out and saw this, she exclaimed, "Were you fighting with President Jiang? Why are your clothes so wet?"
She handed the paper to Liang Kongxiang.
"Thank you." Liang Kongxiang lowered her head, tugged at her clothes, and rubbed her face with a piece of paper.
Zhuo Qiyun held back her questions and instead rambled on about filming.
Chen Yun returned during the afternoon red carpet event. Liang Kongxiang told her what Jiang Jiaoming had said, and Chen Yun asked her, "Will I wait for you downstairs?"
Liang Kongxiang shook her head. "You must be tired from coming back from abroad. Go home and rest tonight."
Chen Yun was indeed tired. She had flown for more than ten hours and was still jet-lagged when she arrived at the red carpet.
Since it was Jiang Jiaoming who brought Liang Kongxiang, Chen Yun was completely at ease. After all, it was Jiang Jiaoming, and He Ciqian would never have any bad intentions towards Liang Kongxiang. Besides, it was much more effective for Jiang Jiaoming to introduce her to He Ciqian than for her to introduce Liang Kongxiang to He Ciqian.
"Okay, take care of yourself." Chen Yun said this before returning to the hotel after the red carpet event.
Liang Kongxiang changed into casual clothes, and only wore the trench coat sent by the brand when she went out.
Jiang Jiaoming was waiting for her downstairs. The windshield wipers swept rhythmically on the car window. Liang Kongxiang got into the passenger seat as usual. Jiang Jiaoming glanced at her and said, "There's wine in the trunk. Give it to He Ciqian later."
Liang Kongxiang was unsure of He Ciqian's preferences, so she didn't stand on ceremony and said, "Okay."
When the two arrived at the private room, they bumped into He Ciqian coming from the other side.
"Jiaoming," He Ciqian called out as he walked over.
Jiang Jiaoming smiled, extended his right hand, his wristwatch reflecting light, and called out, "Uncle He."
He Ciqian patted him on the shoulder and pushed the door open to go in. "It's been so long! You thought of me now. Come, sit down. And this is..."
He seemed to only just notice Liang Kongxiang.
"Hello, Director He. You can just call me Kongxiang." Liang Kongxiang handed over the wine.
Jiang Jiaoming took it from her and handed it to He Ciqian, introducing her as "Liang Kongxiang, the previous Golden Phoenix Award winner for Best Actress."
He Ciqian suddenly realized and chuckled, "I knew it, you look familiar. Hey, don't be shy, why did you bring wine when you came with me!" He pretended to scold, "Let's just have a meal together as family today, be casual."
"I just brought the wine casually," Jiang Jiaoming said, glancing at Liang Kongxiang. "Kongxiang asked me today what gift I should give you. I told her not to be so polite with Uncle He. She said that since there are scenes with wine in most of your films, she guesses you're a wine lover."
Long ago, Liang Kongxiang and Jiang Jiaoming lay on a sofa covered with a blanket, snuggling together as they watched all of He Ciqian's movies. They had discussed this point when talking about filming techniques and the director's quirks. Unexpectedly, Jiang Jiaoming still remembered it.
He Ciqian had a clear idea of what was going on. Since Jiang Jiaoming addressed Liang Kongxiang as "Uncle He" instead of "Director He," it meant that Jiang Jiaoming intended for him to know that Liang Kongxiang was not just an ordinary business partner, but at least a friend.
His gaze shifted noticeably, and he began to look directly at Liang Kongxiang, picking up where Jiang Jiaoming had just left off: "Really? I remember the Best Actress at last year's Golden Phoenix Awards was a newcomer, wasn't she? She's quite good indeed!" He chuckled a few times as he looked at Liang Kongxiang.
Liang Kongxiang smiled and said, "Director Cao asked me to give you my regards."
"Oh, Jiaoming invested in this, right?" In fact, He Ciqian knew a little about the uproar in the industry and online.
Jiang Jiaoming nodded, "A good project and good actors, I invested as soon as Wang Jianbai approached me."
Jiang Jiaoming smiled, holding his cup: "If you were to come out of retirement, let alone the New Year's Eve season, which film could beat you during the Spring Festival season?"
“That depends on a good script and good actors. Come on,” he beckoned to Liang Kongxiang, “Can you drink?”
"To be able to enjoy wine with Director He in private, how could I bear to say I can't drink more than three words?" Liang Kongxiang smiled as she stood up and handed over the wine glass with both hands. The wine was very strong, and He Ciqian, mindful that this was someone brought by Jiang Jiaoming, didn't fill it too full.
Unfortunately, just as He Ciqian was about to say something, the phone rang.
Now that he's in this position, so many people want to contact him, and he has so many people to contact. He touches on each one briefly, making no promises but also not refusing anyone's request to see him.
He answered the phone and hummed twice. After hanging up, he looked ashamed and raised his wine glass, saying, "I'm really sorry, Director Lin called looking for me, and I have to go there now."
“We’re all on the same side, Uncle He, you can go ahead if you have something to do.” Since he had already achieved most of his goal, Jiang Jiaoming couldn’t wait for the old man to leave.
"Okay, let's work together sometime." He said a few more polite words before leaving with the wine.
Only Liang Kongxiang and Jiang Jiaoming remained in the private room.
Liang Kongxiang never expected things to turn out this way. This was the third time in a long time that she and Jiang Jiaoming had been alone in a space.
The first time was when they said they wanted to be ordinary friends; the second time was when Jiang Jiaoming injured his neck; and the third time is now.
Once the atmosphere quieted down, all the emotions that had been hidden in the darkness began to surge, and the nameless emotions that had been suppressed during the day began to quietly emerge with the arrival of night.
Outside the window, branches gently brushed against the glass. The private room grew quieter and quieter, with only the sounds of chopsticks clinking against porcelain plates and swallowing liquid.
The wine glass beside Liang Kongxiang was almost empty.
She had never learned how to quietly share a room with Jiang Jiaoming.
Jiang Jiaoming watched her finish the last sip of her drink with a cold eye, and sneered, "Is this what you call a better life?"
“There’s no point in worrying about this,” Liang Kongxiang said, wiping her mouth with a tissue. The liquid at the corner of her mouth stung her eyes.
"What's meaningful? Tell me."
“I don’t regret it,” she said bluntly, looking directly into his cold eyes.
She knew what he wanted to say, but the past was the past, and people had to look forward.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jiaoming nodded and said, "What a coincidence, me too."
The two didn't speak again. Jiang Jiaoming's glass of wine was full, and he placed it next to the empty glass.
She sat down next to Jiang Jiaoming and said a few things that she couldn't tell if she was being insincere. Maybe she really meant it, or maybe she was trying to convince herself so she wouldn't feel pain over what might have been a wrong decision. In the end, she couldn't remember what she said.
She felt increasingly dizzy. When she got into the car, the seat felt like a cloud. She was lifted up onto the cloud, where a heavy rain fell. She got soaked, but soon leaves covered her. As the sun got closer, she felt warmer and warmer, and then she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, her vision was blurry. In her daze, she felt that her surroundings were too familiar. Two arms were tightly wrapped around her lower abdomen, and a head was buried behind her neck. Everything was playing out like an absurd movie. Her brain was like a taut string, buzzing loudly.
This is the apartment she rented during her university years. She is now lying in the bed where she has slept for thousands of nights, her face turned toward the familiar gray wardrobe.
There are many clips here of her and Jiang Jiaoming's past love.
The one holding her was Jiang Jiaoming.
Realizing this, Liang Kongxiang subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then paused in surprise.
Her heart started pounding. She tried to remove the arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist, but they pulled her back and wrapped around her again.
Helpless, she could only stare blankly at the cabinet for a moment, and then pick up Jiang Jiaoming's arm again.
This time it went much more smoothly.
Liang Kongxiang gently moved him down, then lifted the blanket and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed with her feet on the ground.
Turning around, he met Jiang Jiaoming's gaze, who was propping his head up with his hand.
With his hair all messy, he looked down at Liang Kongxiang's shoulder. Liang Kongxiang instinctively touched it and found that her camisole nightgown had slipped down to her arm.
She frowned slightly and pulled it up, but then suddenly stopped.
Liang Kongxiang's left hand was still on her right shoulder, and she looked at Jiang Jiaoming with a somewhat bewildered expression.
You finally realized it? You're pretty slow on the uptake now.
Jiang Jiaoming's originally indifferent face turned playful at Liang Kongxiang's astonishment: "The clothes are washed and hanging on the balcony."
Seeing her pause again, he delivered the final blow.
"Underwear too."
A note from the author:
----------------------
The next chapter will be available online, with a 10,000-word update at midnight.
1. Let's all guess Kong Xiang's reaction, hahaha!
A. Remain calm and ignore Jiang Jiaoming's joke.
B. We urge Mr. Jiang to show some respect by treating us coldly.
C. Feeling embarrassed and shy, not saying a word.
2. What will happen to Jiang Jiaoming starting from now?
A. Pretend to be drunk; we're all adults.
B. You're the one who's turning the tables on me; you're the one who's been pestering me.
C. What's the worst that can happen? I did it on purpose, so what?
My next book is "The Formula for Winning at Mahjong," a story about a girl pursuing a boy—a passionate, straightforward puppy versus a cold, aloof daddy type. She ends up in the hospital after playing mahjong, meets her crush, and then tries to be all abstract with him, and actually gets him! Hahahaha. The synopsis is as follows:
1.
That very night after returning from the hospital, Ai Xijia went on Weibo and posted ten angry messages on her alternate account, questioning heaven and earth why the intern in the X department of X hospital wasn't her husband.
She logged off right after posting, having long forgotten about it. Unexpectedly, when she logged back into her Weibo side account a month later, she found five red dots. Three were comments, and two were private messages.
"Which group are you in? I'll give you some advice."
"Is he a handsome guy from Group X?"
“I know who it is.”
Putting everything else aside, the first thing Ai Xijia did upon seeing a live person appear in the comments section was to delete all the crazy posts from her Weibo side account overnight.
How shameful. So incredibly shameful. She'd never felt so ashamed before, not even by seeing big-breasted handsome men or explicit fanfiction.
2. After tearfully deleting her treasured items, Ai Xijia wiped away her tears and began her journey to win back her husband.
"It's raining so hard here, how about where you are..."
"The weather forecast says no rain."
"..."
"I think I've caught a cold, need some comfort.jpg"
Is your stool loose?
"..."
"I'm so afraid of ghosts when I stay in a hotel alone."
[Basic Principles of Marxism]
"..."
3. Ai Xijia used all her strength and methods to pursue the doctor both online and offline for three months, but the wooden doctor remained unmoved. She then searched online for a collection of love quotes and confessed her feelings with tears in her eyes, intending to give herself and the other person one last chance.
"I'm retiring, and this retirement will last a lifetime."
"This humble woman is not destined to be with you, sir. I only wish to meet you in the next life, where we can talk and laugh without falling in love."
Just as she was about to pack up and move on to her next relationship, a tall figure stood at her doorstep. Luan Xu's gaze went past Ai Xijia and landed on the man who had brought her home.
"Ai Xi Jia".
Ai Xijia was taken aback, staring at Luan Xu, who stood upright in the night but with a cold expression.
"You're really naughty."
The next second, Luan Xu took her hand and led her home. Before she could even change her shoes, he pinned her against the door and kissed her so passionately that she could hardly breathe.
"Tell him to get out."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
