Chapter 5 Gu Cheng, do you have any opinion on marriage?
Didi——
Gu Cheng's phone on the center console rang. Wen Chu turned around and saw Qi Yuan's profile picture. She looked up at Gu Cheng and said, "Qi Yuan sent you a message."
Gu Cheng had already seen it, and he said, "Let me see."
He picked it up and opened it.
Qi Yuan: Gu Cheng, please have someone bring me a few more packs of the same cigarettes as last time.
Gu Cheng paused, remembering the cigarettes Wen Zeli brought back from abroad, and replied.
Gu Cheng: Sister Qi Yuan, please smoke less.
Qi Yuan: What do you care about me?
Qi Yuan: You don't smoke yourself? You're pretending to be one in front of Wen Chu.
Gu Cheng frowned slightly.
Of course he smoked too, but he wouldn't smoke in front of Wen Chu unless it was necessary.
Gu Cheng put down his phone and didn't reply to Qi Yuan. Wen Chu sat in the passenger seat and tilted her head to look at him: "What did Qi Yuan say?"
Gu Cheng looked at her beautiful features and smiled, "She asked me to bring her some cigarettes."
Wen Chu raised his eyebrows: "Oh."
Then she looked at the time and it was almost nine o'clock. Gu Cheng released one hand, held her hand, and said, "We can't eat in the restaurant anymore. What do you want to eat?"
Wen Chu held his fingers together and said, "I'm not very hungry, just eat something."
Gu Cheng looked at his watch, let go of her, picked up his phone, made a call, and rebooked a private chef. This restaurant required reservations, and many dishes were sold out at this time, but because of the call from Mr. Gu, the private chef owner got up from the card table and busied himself preparing a table of dishes.
When Wen Chu and Gu Cheng arrived, all the dishes had been served.
Wen Chu glanced at Gu Cheng.
Gu Cheng took her hand and said with a smile: "I can't let you starve."
Wen Chu smiled, and the two of them went in to eat.
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After dinner, the rain had stopped, but the entire city of Beijing was washed by the rain, and the air was lightly damp. Wen Chu pulled Gu Cheng along for a walk along the sidewalk instead of driving. She looked up at the tall buildings ahead and thought of the dream she had when she entered the Beijing Film and Television Academy eight years ago.
Become an actor, have your own audience, and be able to perform works you like.
But eight years later, she still has nothing.
She turned to look at Gu Cheng.
Gu Cheng tilted his head to look at her: "Hmm?"
He was wearing a black top and trousers today, a rather casual outfit. Wen Chu looked at him and suddenly felt that he seemed to be her only gain in her eight years in Beijing.
She thought of Xi Ning's words today, and tightened her fingers as she asked, "Gu Cheng, do you have any expectations for marriage?"
Gu Cheng was slightly startled, looked into her beautiful eyes, and said, "It's okay, I won't resist."
——It’s okay, I don’t resist.
Wen Chu chewed over his words, she raised her eyes: "Then..."
"Wen Chu, it's raining." Gu Cheng reached out and touched her brow, reminding her softly.
Wen Chu was interrupted when she looked up. A few drops of water fell on her eyelashes, making her look cold.
The night sky was as vast as the sky, and the rain fell like pearls from a broken string. Wen Chu's words, "So, will we get married?", were stuck in her throat. It started with a few drops, but soon the downpour got heavier. Gu Cheng hurried to protect her and put her in the car. Wen Chu watched as his shoulders and hair were soaked.
She came back to her senses, quickly pulled out a tissue, and wiped the water droplets off his face: "I should have known not to go out for a walk earlier. The weather is so unstable."
"It's okay, it wasn't too wet." Gu Cheng turned around and let her wipe it. His dark hair, which had fallen down, framed his eyebrows and eyes, making his features look sharper than usual. Wen Chu carefully wiped the water droplets from his face, observing his superior bone structure. Eight years ago, when he invited her to dance, she had been quietly attracted to his face and temperament.
The tissue wiped across his nose. She didn't have the courage to bring up the question that Wen Chu had just asked abruptly. She had once thought that emotions should be put behind career, but it was Xi Ning's words that made her want to take a shortcut.
I want to have a “backer”.
Pull her away from Qi Yuan's suppression.
She thought that if she couldn't become an actress, she could be his wife.
But could this just be her wishful thinking?
"You got a little wet too." He wiped the water droplets on her eyebrows with his fingertips. Wen Chu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "My little bit is nothing."
Gu Cheng curled his lips slightly, raised his hand and gently tugged at his collar. The feeling of the shirt sticking to his skin was not pleasant. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and said, "Let's go home."
"Okay." Wen Chu threw the tissue in her hand into the small trash can in the car. This silver trash can was bought by her and hung on the passenger seat. She was the one who used it most of the time.
When they got home, the nanny was gone. Gu Cheng took off his shirt with one hand and went to the bathroom first. Wen Chu went to the kitchen to look for ginger. She hadn't cooked for a long time and looked for ginger for a long time. She rummaged through the drawers and cabinets before she found a small piece of ginger at the bottom. She picked it up and then looked for a chopping board and a knife. While she was chopping on the island, she turned around and found a small pot and looked for brown sugar. After she finished all that, she continued to chop the ginger.
The orange light was dimly lit. Wen Chu cut into strips of ginger. As she watched the ginger strips take shape, she realized that she hadn't cooked for a long time.
Ever since she'd been with Gu Cheng, he'd arranged all three meals a day. Later, when they lived together and had an aunt, even when she sometimes traveled across town to join a film crew, she could often enjoy Gu Cheng's meals. When she was younger, her parents were busy, so she learned to cook to avoid going hungry. Later, she brought this skill with her to Beijing, hoping to eat less boxed lunches on her journey to becoming an actress.
Now, with Gu Cheng taking care of her three meals a day, she doesn't have to worry about these things.
She turned back to boil ginger water.
Gu Cheng came out of the shower, wearing a home shirt and trousers, and sat down on the sofa. He rubbed his nose and sneezed. Wen Chu poured out a bowl of ginger water and handed it to him: "Drink it quickly."
Gu Cheng raised his eyes and saw her under the light. He was a little dazed, but then he quickly came to his senses. He smiled and reached out to take the ginger water: "Can you find ginger?"
Wen Chu sat down on the coffee table and said softly, "I looked around and the kitchen is a bit messy. I'll go down and clean it up later."
"No need." Gu Cheng held her hand, "Let Auntie clean up herself, don't invade her territory."
Wen Chu's eyebrows curved and she squeezed his hand: "Drink quickly."
Gu Cheng tilted his head and drank the ginger water in the bowl, then placed the bowl on the sofa cabinet. He pulled her and Wen Chu sat on his lap. Gu Cheng moved closer to her and nuzzled her nose, but didn't kiss her. He just said, "Go take a shower too."
Wen Chu heard that his voice was a little hoarse, so she hugged his neck and said, "You have a cold."
Gu Cheng raised his eyes and said with a smile: "I'll take some medicine later."
"Then I'll find you some medicine."
"Don't." Gu Cheng leaned close to her neck and kissed her, "You'll mess up the medicine box later."
"Who said..." Wen Chu felt a layer of warmth on her neck, and the fragrance of his bath water wafted over her, which was very pleasant. He rubbed against her for a while, and then Wen Chu went to take a shower.
After taking a shower, it was already late. Wen Chu watched him take his medicine, and then they went to bed to rest. Remembering that he had a cold, Wen Chu woke up several times in the middle of the night and put her hand on his forehead to feel his body temperature, fearing that he had a fever. Gu Cheng sensed her concern, held her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her against his waist.
Wen Chu nestled into his arms. His body was warm, but not hot, and she felt relieved. Gu Chengyu opened his eyes in the darkness and looked at the woman sleeping in his arms. He could hear her little movements and was afraid that he would have a fever in the middle of the night. He watched her for a while, kissed her between the eyebrows, and hugged her deeper.
The next day, the weather was still gray and the rain had not stopped.
Wen Chu got up late and her aunt was already cooking. She yawned and sat down in the living room. There were many messages on her phone, and the top one was from Gu Chengfa.
He went to the company early in the morning.
Gu Cheng: Remember to eat when you wake up.
Wen Chu clicked on the reply: You too, drink more water. Did you bring your medicine?
Gu Cheng quickly replied: Don’t worry, the company has medicine.
Wen Chu: Yeah.
She was drowsy in the morning. When he got up, she got up too, knelt beside the bed, and touched his forehead. He was changing his shirt. He smiled and lowered his head to touch his forehead with hers, and asked her softly: Is it hot?
Wen Chu shook his head in confusion: It’s not hot.
He said: Then you can sleep peacefully.
She received the instructions, fell down and fell asleep, and she even heard him laugh.
The other messages were unimportant, except for Xi Ning who had sent several messages, which she clicked on and took a look.
Xi Ning: The manuscript is finished, it’s really killing me.
Xi Ning: Pictures
Xi Ning: I need two packs of cigarettes.
Wen Chu clicked on the picture and saw the ashtray was full of cigarettes. She had no choice but to reply to Xi Ning.
Wen Chu: You have more than two packs of cigarettes, maybe ten packs.
Xi Ning: Who made her manuscript so difficult to write? If the company hadn’t accepted it, I wouldn’t have taken it. Did you sleep until just now?
Wen Chu: Well, I slept late last night.
Wen Chu: I thought you were sleeping.
Xi Ning: I didn’t sleep, the article became a hot topic.
Seeing this, Wen Chu immediately clicked on Weibo. An article titled "Let's talk about the roles played by Qi Yuan in recent years - the real second Jin" was on the hot search list. Wen Chu clicked on the article and saw Xi Ning's familiar sharp writing style. He briefly listed Qi Yuan's first drama right at the beginning.
——The reason why she became so popular with "Spring Breeze" was not only because of the right time, people and place, but also because of her strength.
——She deserves the first gold medal.
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In the comment section, Qi Yuan's fans flooded in like a wave, with the first hot comment being "It's a great honor to have Xi Ning publish a special article about her. Our Qi Yuan is incredibly talented."
"Everyone shout together: Qi Yuan 666."
"Wuwu Yuanyuan's efforts will not be in vain."
"Yuanyuan is worth it."
"Yuanyuan is worth it."
Fans dominate the comment section. If you scroll down, you will see only her fans. It takes a long time before other bloggers comment. Occasionally there are some very eye-catching comments, but they all flash by.
For example, "Xi Ning, are you obsessed with money?"
"Xi Ning, have you started to make money?"
But these were quickly drowned out by the wave of fans. Of course, there were also some directors in the industry who had worked with producers, etc., who forwarded and replied to one or two of them.
For example, "Qi Yuan is very dedicated."
"Qi Yuan is one of the most dedicated actresses in the industry."
"I'm very happy to have worked with Teacher Qi Yuan. I hope Teacher Qi Yuan can win the three gold medals soon." And so on...these comments.
Xi Ning snorted coldly as he watched.
She told Wen Chufa: They just follow the crowd, a makeshift group.
Wen Chu saw that Qi Yuan had gained a lot of followers in the past hour and a half, and he knew that the purpose of this article had been achieved, especially with more and more big names in the industry joining in.
At the same time, another article from a public account quietly came up.
Titled "Qi Yuan, how can I save your degraded acting skills?"
The author has something to say:
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Here I come, 100 red envelopes will continue in this chapter, see you tomorrow.
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