"... Mm." Jian Liangtong inhaled, looked at the staff, and said, "Thank you."
"No problem." The staff waved and left.
Jian Liangtong stood there for a while before walking toward the man.
"Miss Jian." Mr. Wu gave her a silly smile.
Jian Liangtong felt a bit helpless, looked at the staff maintaining order on set, and said, "He’s my friend, can you let him in?"
"Sure."
Mr. Wu ca in, joy and excitent flickering on his honest face, "Miss Jian."
Jian Liangtong curved her lips, maintaining a polite smile, "Mr. Wu, you ca here to see , what’s up?"
"No, nothing much. I just brought you so soup that I made myself." Mr. Wu smiled at Jian Liangtong.
"..." Jian Liangtong saw the soup container cradled in his arms.
Jian Liangtong noticed the sweat on his forehead and sighed internally, saying, "Mr. Wu, I think you’ve misunderstood sothing."
Mr. Wu froze, looking at Jian Liangtong helplessly.
Jian Liangtong clenched her teeth; she didn’t want to say this to an honest person, but so words had to be said.
"Mr. Wu, I don’t want to deceive you. I currently have no plans to get married." Jian Liangtong looked at him with honest eyes, "I’m fully focused on my work now and really don’t have extra ti to spend on dating, do you understand what I an?"
Mr. Wu tightened his grip on the soup container, "I heard working on set is really tough, why not drink so soup for nourishnt."
"Mr. Wu, look, we’ve only t three tis in total. I believe you’ve also felt that I’m not ready to pursue a relationship or start a marriage. I rember during our first eting, I made it clear to you that we’re not suitable, right?" Jian Liangtong said patiently.
"Miss Jian, is it that you think I’m not good enough for you? You’re so beautiful, and I..."
"No, beauty is sothing that doesn’t last forever, everyone ages, and when we’re old, we all look the sa, no one is prettier than the other. What I an by not suitable is that I don’t plan to date, let alone marry. Moreover, I don’t plan to for the next five years," Jian Liangtong said confidently.
Mr. Wu pursed his lips, staring at Jian Liangtong with unwillingness, and suddenly said, "But you’re already twenty-six..."
Jian Liangtong understood!
He ans, she’s already twenty-six, five years from now she’ll be thirty-one, an old maid!
Jian Liangtong smiled helplessly, raised her eyebrows at Mr. Wu, "Mr. Wu, to tell you the truth, I don’t like n."
"..." Mr. Wu stared at Jian Liangtong in shock.
Seeing this, Jian Liangtong squinted and continued, "Actually, I like won."
"Miss Jian..."
"Liang Tong."
Both Mr. Wu and Wen Sirou’s voices rang out simultaneously.
Jian Liangtong turned around and saw Wen Sirou standing not far away, smiling as she walked toward her.
Jian Liangtong let slip a mischievous smile, looking at Mr. Wu, "The one I like is her."
Having said that, Jian Liangtong turned and walked toward Wen Sirou. Under the simultaneous shocked gazes of Wen Sirou and Mr. Wu, she gracefully cupped Wen Sirou’s face and kissed her.
Wen Sirou, "..." Begging for her psychological trauma dinsion!
Mr. Wu, "..." Feels like he’ll have nightmares every night from now on!
In the car, holding a phone set to recording mode pointed at Jian Liangtong, Bai Qiao, "..." Should he send this clip to a certain soone?
Since that day, after she "kissed" Wen Sirou in front of Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu completely disappeared from Jian Liangtong’s life.
Wen Sirou, on the contrary, beca closer to Jian Liangtong.
On set, except for the ti spent with Bai Qiao, Jian Liangtong was almost always with Wen Sirou.
Wen Sirou, like her na suggests, was gentle and refined. When talking to people, she always smiled with bent eyes, making one feel like basking in the spring breeze, unconsciously relaxing in her presence.
After spending another month on set, Jian Liangtong guessed that the aftermath triggered by the incident with Mr. Wu had mostly cleared, so she bought so of Jian Ningfeng’s favorite tea leaves and went ho for a visit.
Jian Liangtong originally thought the matter was over and He Xinyun’s anger had faded.
Unexpectedly, from the mont she stepped into her family ho, He Xinyun treated her as invisible, completely ignoring her.
In the kitchen.
He Xinyun stood at the sink washing vegetables to prepare a al, Jian Liangtong cautiously ca in from outside and hugged He Xinyun from behind.
He Xinyun’s actions paused for just a mont, then she continued washing the vegetables, ignoring Jian Liangtong who was nudging against her back.
Jian Liangtong sensed He Xinyun’s lack of response, feeling a bit deflated, rested her chin on her shoulder, eyes wandering as she watched her ticulously wash the vegetables with her elegant hands.
Those hands were no longer as smooth and delicate as in her youth, etched with the marks of ti.
Jian Liangtong’s nose tinged with a sharp ache, she buried her face into He Xinyun’s hair and murmured, "Mom, I’m sorry."
He Xinyun kept her gaze down, showing no reaction.
Jian Liangtong hugged her tighter for a mont, then loosened her grip and turned to walk out of the kitchen.
As the footsteps gradually faded away behind, He Xinyun slowly stopped washing the vegetables and turned her head to glance outside the kitchen, her eyes faintly glistening with redness and moisture.
Jian Ningfeng ca in from outside, and upon seeing He Xinyun like this, hurriedly walked over to her, holding his wife, gently patting her back, "See, you’re crying now."
"Husband, I’m scared, I’m so scared," He Xinyun said in a hoarse voice, shaking her head in Jian Ningfeng’s arms.
"..." Jian Ningfeng felt a lump in his throat. After a mont, he smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? The past is already in the past. Our daughter is doing well now, and she will be fine in the future too."
Outside the door, Jian Liangtong stood against the wall beside the kitchen, holding a cup of warm water, her expression bewildered.
That night, Jian Liangtong didn’t stay at ho overnight. Using the excuse that there was sothing to do at the set, she left after dinner.
In a hotel near the set, provided specifically for actors to rest.
Jian Liangtong sat on the bed, hugging her legs. The long hair on one side of her cheek was casually tucked behind her ear, revealing a delicate pale profile.
Wen Sirou handed a plate of freshly cut fruit to Jian Liangtong, sitting beside her, looking at her warmly, "Tong, have so fruit."
Jian Liangtong rested her chin on her knees, glanced at her, and shook her head, "You eat it, I don’t feel like eating right now."
Wen Sirou withdrew her hand, a trace of concern in her eyes, "What’s wrong? Did sothing happen?"
Jian Liangtong paused but still shook her head, "It’s nothing."
Wen Sirou smiled slightly, placed the fruit plate on the bedside table, and gently stroked Jian Liangtong’s long hair, patiently saying, "What exactly is it? Tell ."
Jian Liangtong tilted her head to look at her.
Wen Sirou smiled gently at her, "Hmm?"
Jian Liangtong suddenly thought that a woman like Wen Sirou was an existence that no man could resist, right? After all, even she, a woman, couldn’t resist her.
Jian Liangtong sat upright, got off the bed, walked to the window sill, and leaned over to look out the window, her voice in the night seeming unreal and slightly confused, "Sirou, I feel like I’m dreaming."
Wen Sirou walked over to her side, turned around, and sat on the window sill, lifting her pure face to look at her, listening intently.
Jian Liangtong looked down at her, and after a mont, pouted her red lips and said, "I feel like I’m living in a dream right now, and the real is still asleep."
"Why do you say that?" Wen Sirou asked.
Jian Liangtong also turned to sit on the window sill, stretched out her long legs, and leaned back, "I don’t know. It just feels like sothing’s missing."
"What is missing?" Wen Sirou asked, looking at her from the side.
Jian Liangtong thought for a mont and tilted her head to look at her, "Sothing important."
"And what is that?" Wen Sirou smiled.
"Maybe it’s a mory, maybe it’s soone," Jian Liangtong said, taking a deep breath, got up from the window sill, and turned to Wen Sirou, "Don’t you have a scene to shoot tonight?"
Wen Sirou noticed that Jian Liangtong didn’t really want to continue the topic, so she consideredately said, "Yeah, I have to get to makeup soon. You should get so rest early."
"Hmm." Jian Liangtong nodded.
Wen Sirou stood up gracefully and suddenly stepped forward to hug Jian Liangtong before leaving.
In the mont Jian Liangtong was stunned, she had already turned and left the room.
Jian Liangtong blinked, but when she ca to her senses, she didn’t think much of it.
In the middle of the night, around three or four o’clock, Jian Liangtong suddenly felt a tickle on her face, slightly wet.
Her eyeballs moved intensely under her eyelids, and she awoke with a start.
When she saw an enlarged handso face appear in front of her, Jian Liangtong instinctively opened her mouth to scream.
But just as she was about to speak, a pair of cool thin lips suddenly sealed hers.
Burying all her sounds deep in her throat.
Jian Liangtong was terrified, eyes wide as she stared intently at the handso face in front of her, breathing rapidly.
A large dry hand suddenly covered Jian Liangtong’s eyes.
At the sa ti, her teeth were pried open, a wet soft tongue slipped in freely, tangling with hers, stirring wantonly.
Jian Liangtong’s heart was pounding, her entire body lying stiff on the bed, as if she’d been paralyzed and unable to move, having no choice but to allow him to do as he pleased.
Unlike previous monts of roughness and wildness, this kiss was filled with warmth and tenderness, as if Jian Liangtong was his precious treasure held in his palms.
The large hand covering her eyes slowly moved away, revealing the handso face hanging in front of her once again, her cheeks involuntarily blooming with a blush.
The man, gazing at her swollen lips, curved his long fingers, teasing her cute nose, his voice warm and rich, "Foolish."
Jian Liangtong sharply inhaled, swallowed, and stared at him with wide eyes, "You, you..."
"What about ?"
Jian Liangtong bit her lower lip hard, it hurt!
So is this not a dream?
Jian Liangtong stared at the man in astonishnt, "Weren’t you filming out of town? How co..."
"It’s wrapped up," Huo Shaojun said.
"..." Jian Liangtong’s head was in a bit of a fog, looking at this man who suddenly appeared in her room in the dead of night, not knowing what to say.
Huo Shaojun wasn’t in a hurry either, looking at her intently with deep eyes.
After a while, Jian Liangtong suddenly realized, pulling her hand out of his palm, frowning as she asked him, "How did you get in?"
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