At 2:30 in the morning, Qin Yuhuan finally finished her shower and lay down on the bed in the hotel. She tentatively patted Ziyi on WeChat, but unexpectedly, Ziyi also patted her the next second.
The call came naturally, and as soon as the call was connected, I heard Ziyi's uncontrollable laughter, "Why would a female celebrity think of calling me so late at night?"
"Why haven't you slept yet?"
Qin Yuhuan felt hopeless after working until twelve o'clock. It was too late. If she fell asleep, she would have to wait until tomorrow with her worries. However, she had more plays to rehearse tomorrow.
"Me? Am I not waiting in the melon field for the civet to come to me?" Ziyi seemed to be eating something, and her speech was a little slurred. "Even though Shu Baizhu ordered my favorite dishes, I still don't feel full."
By the time they finished their conversation, the food was already a little cold and had lost its best flavor. Ziyi ate half of her food and then went home to work again. It was only now that she was able to eat a pot of osmanthus cake made by the aunt at home.
"My aunt makes delicious osmanthus cake. Would you like to try it? I'll send a special car to deliver it to you."
Ziyi's focus was not to talk about what happened between her and Shu Baizhu tonight.
Qin Yuhuan replied with a "yes" and resigned herself to her fate: "Sister Xiaozi, the civet has come to our door, you can deal with her."
"To eat a fresh melon, you really are..." Ziyi couldn't help laughing, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let me make it clear. It turns out that Shu Baizhu also likes me. Well...he liked me. I told you, I'm not that bad."
Qin Yuhuan: ...
The words were what she wanted to hear, but when she really heard them, it was heartbreaking.
She pulled the quilt to cover her head, and all the sounds from Ziyi's side suddenly disappeared.
Ziyi deliberately turned off the radio on her phone and walked to the kitchen in her slippers. "Auntie, please pack a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake for me. Keep it warm. I'll take it with me. I'll be out for a few days and come back to tell you that someone will be coming to deliver the new season's clothes in the next few days. You can ask someone to come and pack it up then."
Ziyi doesn't need to go to the mall to shop by herself. Someone will contact her every season or even every month. As long as Ziyi says yes, all the new models of high-end luxury brands will be delivered to her door by a dedicated person. The same goes for people from handmade custom brands. They will come to her house to measure her size every once in a while and update her latest body data in real time.
In her previous life, Ziyi didn't have to worry about any issues concerning food, clothing, housing and transportation. The assistant in charge of her life would take care of everything. Ziyi had three life assistants alone, who provided 24-hour support for logistical issues and did not let her waste time on trivial matters of life.
"Ziyi?" Qin Yuhuan hadn't heard Ziyi's voice for a long time, so he called out softly.
Ziyi replied as she opened the closet door and started picking out clothes. "What did you just say? I'm going to the bathroom and turned off the sound."
Qin Yuhuan didn't doubt him and slowly repeated what he had just said, "I'm just correcting you. Your goodness or badness is not determined by whether others like you or not. Whether Shu Baizhu or others like you or not, you are good."
"Really? You're just...correcting me?" He probed with an ambiguous tone.
The phone was casually placed aside. The person in the mirror took off her long dress, revealing her naked body. She looked at the perfect body in the mirror with ease. "But you are right, I am really good."
She straightened her chest, put on her carefully selected floral dress, and spoke in a lively yet tactful tone, "Puppy, do you have any other questions?"
Qin Yuhuan: ...
Although they were hundreds of kilometers apart, and Mingming and Ziyi were separated by two mobile phones, the voice of Ziyi coming through the phone seemed to carry her charming charm that was difficult to conceal.
Qin Yuhuan subconsciously wanted to move the phone farther away and hide in the quilt to make a call. The phone was getting hot, and she got hot too. But when she moved the phone, the voice of the woman became a little farther away, which made her reluctant to let go.
She lifted the quilt and felt the cold air in the room. In the end, she couldn't lie on the bed anymore, so she got up and walked around the room several times to get rid of the heat.
During this time, Ziyi didn't urge her at all. She was quiet and inexplicably well-behaved.
"Ziyi," Qin Yuhuan took a deep breath, and saw out of the corner of her eye that the items on the bedside table had been knocked askew at some point. Her obsessive-compulsive disorder was triggered in an instant, and she couldn't help but go over and put everything in order, and even took some paper to wipe the bedside table.
Completely irrelevant little things relieved Qin Yuhuan's anxiety. If she were not staying in a hotel, she could even do a thorough cleaning on the spot.
"You, you and Shu Baizhu..." Qin Yuhuan considered herself a straightforward person, but on this issue, she became hesitant.
The calm and rational demeanor he maintained when chatting with Fang Jinyao could not be maintained at all when facing Ziyi.
"We just talked it out." In contrast to Qin Yuhuan's nervousness, Ziyi was extremely relaxed. While Qin Yuhuan was struggling, she changed her clothes, packed a small suitcase, and was now sitting in the driver's seat. "It won't happen again. Her family affairs are troublesome or not. Ultimately, it all comes down to Shu Baizhu's attitude."
As long as Shu Baizhu wants to take care of the family, Ziyi will not be able to refuse her, but Shu Baizhu does not want his family to treat Ziyi as an ATM. To put it bluntly, it is a dead end.
But Shu Baizhu thought it over and was able to be cruel. In fact, there was no problem between them. But in reality, who could be so cruel to their blood relatives so easily?
"Then you...you still..."
"No, I used to feel a little bit unwilling," Ziyi smiled. "I've paid too much. The greater the sunk cost, the more unwilling I felt. I would resent her, blame her, even... hate her. But the moment she told me she liked me, all the unwillingness seemed to dissipate. There's no regret or pity. We both made the decision we wanted to make, so thank you."
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