Chapter 48 Butterfly All her spring dreams were related to her. ...
Duan Qiyin demonstrated firsthand just how despicable a person can be.
Ji Jiazhen didn't want to be associated with him. After the apology video was released, everyone knew that their relationship was unusual, which just suited Duan Qiyin's wishes. He wanted to carry this "unusual" relationship through to the end.
While she was filming on set, he ostentatiously appeared as her boss, sitting on the set all day long, his cold eyes constantly fixed on her, like a dark, venomous snake lurking in a corner, coveting the reddest apple on the branch.
Ji Jiazhen was too lazy to pay attention and completely ignored him, but Xia Xun, being a busybody, seized every opportunity to inquire about her and Duan Qiyin's gossip. Being caught between the two of them was really annoying. She didn't want to deal with either of them, and she didn't want Duan Qiyin to stay on set any longer, so she simply stirred things up with Xia Xun.
When Xia Xun approached again with a malicious smile, Ji Jiazhen hooked her arm around her shoulder and put it behind her shoulder, asking her, "Don't the details of filming have to be kept secret? You're the director, this is your territory. He sat there without permission, doesn't he respect you?"
Xia Xun didn't think much of it at first, but since it was his first time taking on the main role of director, his official airs and pride began to stir when he heard her say that, and he immediately wanted to kick her out.
Ji Jiazhen thought she had solved a problem, but when she came to the film set the next day, Duan Qiyin was still sitting there, even with a more luxurious and comfortable chair and a huge parasol next to him.
She grabbed Xia Xun and asked him what was going on. Xia Xun looked at Duan Qiyin with a smile, as if he were looking at a money tree.
"He invested this amount in the movie, saying it was a gift to me as a token of our meeting, and also to pay for the resources he used when he visited you on set."
Ji Jiazhen looked at the number Xia Xunbi had given him and laughed in exasperation, finally sparing Duan Qiyin a glance.
This was the only time she had given him a proper look in the past few days.
It was filled with murderous intent.
Duan Qiyin met her gaze and a rare smile appeared on his face.
She raised her chin and pointed to the car behind him. Duan Qiyin understood and stood up without hesitation.
*
Ji Jiazhen got into the car an hour later. At that time, Duan Qiyin was leaning back in the back seat with his eyes closed, not asleep, but he didn't open his eyes when he heard her getting into the car.
The car door closed, and she sat side by side with him, without speaking or making any unnecessary movements.
A confined space, time spent alone.
He could smell the cool scent of her perfume, feel her gentle breathing, and almost hear her heart beating strongly beneath her chest.
Torture, unbearable.
He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. To his surprise, Ji Jiazhen was also looking at him.
“Zhen…”
A slap landed on his face.
She began, "It seems you haven't figured something out."
Duan Qiyin was used to her violent behavior. He forced a smile and asked, "What is it?"
“When you’re on set, I’m the one most affected. I can’t eat or act well because of you, and if you’re photographed, the media will smear me.”
"So I'm that important to you."
Ji Jiazhen's prepared remarks were interrupted by his shamelessness, and she almost swore, but in order to achieve her goal, she held back, ignored his words, and continued speaking.
"so."
Duan Qiyin repeated her words: "So?"
"So the person you should make amends to the most is me."
She was the one being watched by Duan Qiyin, and she was also the one who suffered the most. She couldn't stand seeing Xia Xun, that little fox, make a fortune all by herself.
She also needs to get some benefits.
Duan Qiyin knew what she was planning from her words, but deliberately didn't say it outright, and asked, "What do you want?"
Ji Jiazhen turned to the side and stretched out his hand in front of him, a gesture that clearly indicated he wanted money.
"As for how much, you can decide for yourself."
Duan Qiyin chuckled softly. Ji Jiazhen watched his movements, and after a short while, a card was handed to her. The rounded corner brushed against her fingertips. She stared at the card until she completely clenched it in her palm.
"Give me half as a token of sincerity, the other half..."
He took out another card and mischievously shoved it into the breast pocket of her shirt, deliberately slowing his movements and keeping his eyes on her.
"Come to me tonight to pick it up."
That's his room key.
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The moon in Haicheng was exceptionally bright tonight, a round one hanging over the sea. The moonlight poured into Ji Jiazhen's room, just enough to illuminate her hand as she closed the door.
She stood at the door, holding Duan Qiyin's room key. She had already swiped the card, and the door opened a crack. She didn't move until she heard Duan Qiyin's voice.
"Afraid to go in?"
Ji Jiazhen raised her foot and lightly kicked the door. The door slowly opened, and Duan Qiyin's figure gradually appeared.
The room was dark, but the moonlight was enough for her to see the furnishings. He stood directly in front of her, his back to the light, his figure completely black.
Ji Jiazhen looked at his waist, raised an eyebrow slightly, took a step forward, and saw him clearly.
"You have an exhibitionist streak?"
His upper body was naked.
Duan Qiyin walked up to her, his eyes filled with a predatory desire.
"Your other half is on the cabinet behind you."
As he spoke, he grasped her wrist and placed her palm against his abs.
"You can leave after you've taken it."
She could easily grab the card by simply turning around, and take four steps back to leave the room, but she couldn't possibly pass up such an easy opportunity.
So not only did she not leave, she also brazenly touched his muscles.
It felt really good; the pectoral muscles were quite soft, and she pinched them several times.
Duan Qiyin let her play with him without saying a word, but his gradually rising body temperature betrayed his thoughts.
As Ji Jiazhen touched him, she asked, "You've tried everything, soft and hard, now you're planning to seduce me?"
"It seems you're more receptive to this."
She chuckled, never imagining that Duan Qiyin would resort to such despicable tactics.
"How long has it been since you last did it?"
His voice was slightly hoarse as he placed his hand on her waist.
"You really are... straight to the point."
"I value efficiency."
Ji Jiazhen chuckled and asked him the same question in return: "How long has it been since you did it?"
"That would probably take years."
"Don't you want to laugh when you say this? In the past few years, when have you ever been such an abstinent person?"
Duan Qiyin stared intently at her, "After all, the person I want to indulge in is lying in my brother's bed."
And the thing he's been most comfortable doing all these years is using her face as a form of self-defense when his desires are overwhelming.
Ji Jiazhen lowered his gaze, looking at the place with a distinct curve, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, a smile that Qi Yin was all too familiar with.
She's got another bad idea in her head.
"Go there."
She gave Duan Qiyin a push and pointed to the sofa.
Duan Qiyin did as she was told, but she stood there without moving, crossing her arms and looking at him.
"Now, show me, Lu."
A smile played on his lips as he looked at her, his eyes filled with an irrepressible sense of satisfaction.
She fell for it.
There are too many cunning women out there, with endless tricks up their sleeves. She's still too young and inevitably drawn to worldly desires.
But it's okay.
The wild butterfly he had caught and released when he was twenty-two years old finally landed on his fingertip again.
Ji Jiazhen, unaware of his thoughts, urged him sarcastically, "Take it off. Aren't you very good at this? You've had quite a few erotic dreams about me over the years, haven't you?"
"I dreamt about it last night too, would you like to hear it?"
"I'd rather see it."
As she wished.
Duan Qiyin released his tension and became even more excited when he saw Ji Jiazhen's gaze.
I've seen her photos, watched her videos, and even fantasized about many outrageous scenarios.
This was the first time she had truly stood before him.
His hands were burning hot, and he did it rhythmically, from staring into her eyes to looking at her hands. Dopamine was taking over his brain, and he began to fantasize that she was the one doing it.
She was too quiet, just watching silently; he needed her to say something.
“Standing so far away, in my dreams, you’re sitting on my lap.”
Ji Jiazhen remained silent, still watching him with her arms crossed.
He asked her several more questions, but she didn't answer any of them, her expression suggesting she was doing some kind of research.
"Do you have the same expression when Wen Siyu does this kind of thing?"
“I’ve never seen him do this kind of thing; we usually just do it directly.”
She spoke.
She started speaking as soon as Wen Siyu was mentioned.
Ji Jiazhen suddenly turned around and turned on the light, brightening the view. Duan Qiyin narrowed his eyes, watching her movements.
"You've said all that just so you can hear my voice and satisfy your fantasies, haven't you?"
Duan Qiyin showed no shame at being exposed by her. He had done everything he shouldn't have said or done in front of her, and he didn't bother to make excuses anymore.
"If you're willing to make a sound, my fantasies can become richer and faster."
Ji Jiazhen took out his phone, pointed the camera at him, and the screen captured all of his despicable behavior.
"Right now, you're no different from an animal in heat."
"I hope you said the same thing when you slept with Wen Siyu."
She calmly uttered two words: "Jealous husband."
“You really care about Wen Siyu and my affairs.”
She slowly walked up to him, raised her hand and grabbed his neck, forcing him to look up at her. Duan Qiyin's voice rose because of her movement, uttering a clear and short "hmm".
"Could someone as jealous as you be driven by your own dark side, making you both jealous and wanting to spy on the details of me and him?"
Duan Qiyin grasped her wrist, not to push her away, but to touch her. His thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist, feeling its smoothness.
Ji Jiazhen raised her knee and pressed it against Duan Qiyin's vulnerable spot, forcing Duan Qiyin to stop.
"If you're someone who's good at having erotic dreams, would you install a camera in his house to watch me and him have sex, just to satisfy your fantasies?"
"..."
"Did you see clearly? How I kissed him, how I slept with him."
Duan Qiyin stared into her eyes and replied, "All I saw was how he seduced you like a dog."
Ji Jiazhen pinched his hand harder, "It's you."
He's the one who installed the camera, and he's the one who sent out the video.
Her knees continued to sink, and she suddenly released her grip on him, slapping him across the face.
"cheap goods."
Overwhelmed by pain, Duan Qiyin frowned and hissed, but a smile remained on his lips as he moved his hand up her knee.
"What is Wen Siyu then? A slut?"
It was Wen Siyu again.
She shook off his hand, took two steps back, turned her back to him, lifted her skirt, exposing half of her waistline to his view. She pulled her skirt down two centimeters, allowing him to see the tattoos that had appeared on her body at some point.
She was stingy, only letting him look at it for three seconds, and he didn't even have time to see the design of the tattoo clearly.
Ji Jiazhen straightened her clothes and turned around, looking down at the hunger in his eyes and the bulging veins on his hand that was moving up and down.
"He took me to get this tattoo the day I returned to City A. We hadn't seen each other for almost a month before that day, and the first thing I did when I got back was to go see him. We stayed from noon until dark. In the evening, he first took me for a drive on the mountain road, and then took me to drink with his friends. Around midnight, he took me to get this tattoo that I had wanted for a long time. We got it done again after we got home. I don't know exactly how many times, but I remember that we got it done twice more after I woke up."
Duan Qiyin's breathing grew heavier. "I've done it to you several times and I'm not interested."
"Yeah, like all I've said, you only listened to us making love."
Chi Chia-chen continued, "There are many things we can do together. I can get up at three in the morning with him to wait for the sunrise on the island, and I can drive for almost an hour with him to see a movie in the dead of winter."
I can spend an afternoon with him playing mindless games on the sofa, and I can also kiss him in an empty parking lot after we've gotten drunk.
I'm willing to sit there and watch him busy himself in the kitchen for ages to make me a bowl of noodles, willing to listen to his endless chatter as he packs my luggage, willing to wipe away the tears he sheds when he's jealous and angry, and willing to share my life and emotions with him.
The key point is him and me; I'm only willing to do these things when it's him. Performance isn't based on momentary impulse; love is a well-thought-out, enduring flow.
She was stunned after saying that.
Subjectively, she was unwilling to admit that she had truly fallen in love with Wen Siyu. Ultimately, she was unwilling to believe that she could really fall in love with a man. So she kept telling herself that she only loved him a little, just a little. But her subconscious memories and unconscious reactions betrayed her true feelings.
She loves him.
It's not just a little bit of love.
It is love.
When she came to her senses, she met Duan Qiyin's eyes, her expression showing a hint of disgust. She shook her head and said, "You don't understand. You'll never understand this in your life. You only love yourself."
While suppressing his urge to burst out, Duan Qiyin pretended to be relaxed and said, "Does watching my hand-drip coffee remind you how much you love Wen Siyu?"
Ji Jiazhen was too lazy to waste any more words with him, and she didn't want to stay here and watch his snake crystal anymore. She turned around, took the card from the cabinet, and then walked towards the door without looking back.
"You've fallen in love with him, but does he really love you?"
Ji Jiazhen stopped in her tracks. "It has nothing to do with you."
“My phone is right next to you. Do you dare to call him with both of your numbers and see which one he answers?”
"I have my own way."
Whether it's a phone call or a text message, it doesn't matter anymore.
She needs to see someone else now.
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Author's Note: The slut will appear in the next chapter! [heart emoji]
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