After an unknown amount of hesitation, the man's deep voice came through, tinged with a hint of melancholy.
Rong Shang did not hesitate for a moment.
"I like it."
But for some reason, the man still felt unhappy.
“There are many kinds of liking,” he said.
Rong Shang hummed in agreement.
The wall lamp next door cast a warm shadow on her delicate face.
She suddenly laughed and joked, "But you don't believe me, even if I say it a hundred times, it won't matter, right?"
The other person is simply another personality of Nan Qiyu.
Rong Shang wasn't sure if he understood what she was saying.
It was late at night, and all was quiet outside. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow, and fallen leaves would rustle on the ground.
"So what do you want to do?"
She was the one who agreed to marry him, and she was the one who said she liked him.
Could it be that she has another reason, that she likes him but can't be with him?
Nan Qiyu looked out the window at the enchanting night view. After drinking a few glasses of wine, his head was starting to ache.
Looking up and rubbing his forehead, Nan Qiyu shook his head.
No, that's how it's portrayed in TV dramas.
He listened to the woman's soft breathing on the other end of the phone.
Two or three seconds later, Nan Qiyu finally hung up the phone.
He didn't dare listen to what she was going to say next.
"Beep beep..." Two busy signals suddenly came through, and Rong Shang raised the corners of her lips with a hint of helplessness.
She put down her phone and looked out the window for a long time.
As far as I can remember, Nan Qiyu lived in a small villa about 100 meters away from her.
When Rong Shang secretly visited last time, she realized that they were still so close.
But then she thought of the original owner's wedding with Cheng Siyang.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Rong Shang suddenly turned to the side and pulled open a drawer.
She then took out a thick stack of photos.
Under the light, the men and women in the photos are naked and embracing each other; the scale of each photo only gets larger, never smaller.
She was like a stranger watching from the sidelines; faced with Cheng Siyang's betrayal, the woman's expression was indifferent and her eyes distant.
marry.
What kind of marriage?
All she wanted was to use the attention others were paying to the wedding to deliver another blow to that despicable couple.
Thinking back to what I heard that day, it seems that Tong Yilin was planning to commit suicide at their wedding?
Tsk tsk.
Having never seen a play like this before, Rong Shang actually found it quite interesting.
But what about Nan Qiyu...?
Rong Shang pursed her lips, then opened the drawer again and put the photo in her hand inside.
Never mind, I'll find a chance to talk to him about it.
*
A few days later, Nan Qiyu's agent called Rong Shang to ask if she had anything to do recently and whether she wanted to go back to be her assistant.
Rong Shang readily agreed and took a taxi there that afternoon, following the address Xiao Xie had given her.
In the afternoon, Nan Qiyu was still filming on set.
His agent bought a large bag of licorice fruit and placed it where Rong Shang was resting.
"Miss Ye, you've finally arrived."
"Um?"
Rong Shang ate a strawberry, then glanced at him sideways, her tone indifferent, "What's wrong?"
"Boss," the manager sighed inexplicably, sitting down opposite her, propping one cheek up with his hand as he looked at her, "Miss Ye, did you and the boss have a fight?"
"No." Rong Shang took a tissue and wiped her mouth. "Has he been in a bad mood lately?"
"Absolutely," the agent said with a worried look. "He looks like he's just broken up with someone all the time."
He wondered what if the boss had broken up with his girlfriend.
Isn't it Miss Ye who has wronged him?
Well.
Rong Chang's face was full of black lines.
What kind of logic is this?
Does she have the word "villain" written all over her face?
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