Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Jiang Duoyao was also worried for her. She was so stupid and was still trying to educate her. “Aye, don’t talk about this. Let’s go for supper after the recording. I feel like having crayfish.”
“I don’t have time today; I have to shoot overnight,” Changqing also felt like pigging out but she had no choice.
Jiang Duoyao’s exquisite little face fell. “Then I’ll ask Guan Ying.”
“Guan Ying has to shoot the night scene just like me.”
“What about tomorrow? Let’s go out tomorrow.” Jiang Duoyao pulled her hand and acted coquettishly, swinging it from left to right. “I can book a hotel and we’ll go for a swim then go for supper.”
“It’s my rest day tomorrow…” Changqing was hesitating for a while. Song Chuyi would probably have to work. In any case, he wouldn’t have time to accompany her. “But I want to sleep in. Why don’t we meet up in the afternoon?”
“Sure, I guarantee this episode will be recorded beautifully.” Jiang Duoyao hugged Changqing’s arm. “Aye, then should I ask Guan Ying to come along? It seems like a long time since we last got together.”
“I’ll ask her tonight. Ruan Yang is also in Northern City. I’m not sure if she’ll have the time.” Changqing pondered and decided not to tell Jiang Duoyao that Ruan Yang had a boyfriend.
Onstage, Changqing and Jiang Duoyao rehearsed a few short segments and familiarized themselves with the set and the day’s delicacies. Jiang Duoyao had never cooked and was ignorant about many ingredients. There was a professional chef to teach her everything.
It was almost night time when they finished recording the program smoothly.
Xiao Shan insisted on treating Jiang Duoyao and the production team to dinner. Jiang Duoyao didn’t want to go initially but she still agreed on account of Zuo Qian.
Changqing went to the drama set and filmed until after nine before Guan Ying appeared on set.
When she saw Guan Ying, Changqing naturally thought about last night’s phone call. She seemed to have a knot in her heart and felt a little awkward upon seeing Guan Ying.
“Duoyao called me just now. I have to attend a public welfare event tomorrow, so I’m afraid I won’t have time to join you guys.” Guan Ying sat on a chair at the side and started reading the script, making every second count.
“Oh…” Changqing glanced at Guan Ying. She was dressed rather simply for the requirements of today’s shoot. Her dark hair fell to her waist and in the simplicity, her beauty and fair skin still shone through.
She looked at herself again. Her thighs seemed a little thick. She looked down depressingly and didn’t understand. Was Guan Ying really intending to get Song Chuyi back?
If Guan Ying knew Song Chuyi was with her, would she be very angry?
Changqing had always believed all her life that she wasn’t to touch any man her good friends had an ambiguous relationship with. However, her relationship with Song Chuyi was a business marriage between both families and wasn’t exactly something she decided on her own.
Besides, she listened to Guan Ying then and really thought Song Chuyi was incapable in that aspect. Also, Guan Ying was the one who cheated and abandoned Song Chuyi first. She thought that no matter what, if Guan Ying found out one day, Guan Ying wouldn’t be angry at her. She merely picked up something Guan Ying didn’t want.
She never thought Guan Ying would contact Song Chuyi again…
What was her hidden intentions?
Changqing was confused.
“Changqing, what are you thinking about? You didn’t hear what I said to you at all.” Guan Ying’s bright eyes looked at her suspiciously.
“Mm?” Changqing regained her senses. “You were saying?”
“I said, you said something about today being a special day on your Weibo. What did that mean? Did something happen?” Guan Ying smiled slightly, revealing her two little dimples.
Changqing felt hot inside and tried to suppress the shyness in her eyes and said, “A personal little secret.”
“Yo, you even have a personal little secret?” Guan Ying’s brows shifted slightly, suddenly lowering her volume. “Don’t tell me you have a boyfriend?”
“… No.” Changqing looked elsewhere. “Where would I have the time to find a boyfriend?”
“That’s true.” Guan Ying laughed. “Changqing, that day when you and Fu Yu were in the waiting room, was he proposing to you?”
“How did you know…” Changqing made a slip of the tongue in shock and after feeling it was inappropriate, she explained quickly, “Don’t misunderstand, I…”
“I’m not unhappy.” Guan Ying interrupted her and put the script down. Her eyes seemed to imply something else. “Actually, I could sense it when I was with Fu Yu that his heart wasn’t on me. Actually, I didn’t really have much feelings for him. Back then, I got together with him purely because his status was useful. Between us, rather than being in a relationship, you could say it was more like mutual exploitation. We didn’t even do ‘that’.”
“Really?” Changqing was a little in disbelief.
Guan Ying nodded. “It was also on the day of the dinner party that I could tell he liked you. Usually, between the two of us, our conversations were always about you. I was also to blame for being too dense—I should’ve realized earlier.”
Changqing’s heart stopped for a moment. So it was like this. If only she had known earlier…
No, no, no. She quickly dismissed this thought from her heart. Even if she was a little reluctant to part with Fu Yu, she was now Song Chuyi’s woman. “But… that wasn’t what you said before. You said he was very nice to you and you even went to visit Auntie Shen before.”
“He was very nice to me. I also visited Auntie Shen with the hopes of marrying him but the matters of the heart cannot be forced.” Guan Ying laughed in self-mockery. “Besides, I think I intended to use him to make myself rise in popularity more. If he really likes my good friend, I won’t get in the way nor will I be jealous. I’m not so petty; as long as you’re happy.”
Changqing was moved from hearing her words and laughed, saying in the pretence of a joke, “You sound so giving, then if I went to look for that Dr. Song of yours from before, you wouldn’t be mad either?”
Guan Ying didn’t expect her to mention Song Chuyi and was astounded.
Changqing hesitated for a while and said honestly, “I saw a magazine on your table yesterday. The cover was… Dr. Song. Guan Ying, do you… still like him?”
Guan Ying brushed away the hair by her ear a little unnaturally. “Maybe one really has to lose something before regretting it. Anyway, during that period of time with Fu Yu, I always thought about him. I think I’ve never met anyone who treated me better than him but I let him down and I don’t know if he’ll forgive me.”
After saying her piece, she looked over at Changqing and saw Changqing looking back at her without moving. Her face turned a little pale. Guan Ying was startled and asked with a smile, “Why? Do you look down on me?”
“No… Not at all.” Changqing squeezed out a smile forcefully.
Changqing predicted some of this but upon hearing Guan Ying talk about how Song Chuyi was nice to her, she felt an extremely unbearable suffocating feeling.
Then was Song Chuyi also… unable to forget Guan Ying?
If that’s the case, what about me?
What am I to him?
Changqing moistened her dry lips. “But didn’t you tell Duoyao before that he’s incapable in that aspect?”
Guan Ying’s eyes glistened and said, “Actually, I lied to Duoyao…”
The surroundings suddenly seemed to be buzzing.
Changqing stood up from her chair and her faced Guan Ying. She didn’t dare to let Guan Ying see her face. She must look horrible.
That’s right. Song Chuchu was such a normal person and was with Guan Ying for more than a year. How would it be possible that he hadn’t touched her?
Maybe the reason she chose to marry Song Chuyi back then was because she assumed he had never done that with Guan Ying.
Now she was told it was all fake.
Changqing was unable to accept it.
She was very conservative and it felt like she had a fly stuck in her throat.
Guan Ying was her best friend, yet she once did it with the same man.
“Xiaoying, I have to go to the washroom.” Changqing took quick steps to the washroom.
In the washroom, Changqing splashed her face with cold water.
The feeling of emptiness spread through her limbs and Changqing felt as though the heavens had played a joke on her.
Why do this to me?
She had liked Fu Yu for so many years and now that she finally liked someone else, was it easy for her?
It really wasn’t easy.
Her eyes reddened.
At five in the morning, Changqing finished her shoot and went back to the apartment.
When she got home, it was after six. Song Chuyi was holding onto the dog leash and was probably about to take Robben out for a walk. Upon seeing her returning, he asked, “Have you had breakfast?”
Changqing looked at him tiredly. He was in sports attire—black pants and a white top, standing tall like a tree in the wind.
This person was her husband and also her good friend’s ex-boyfriend.
If she had known, she wouldn’t have gotten married back then.
And wouldn’t have given herself to him so early.
Changqing pursed her lips. Her heart hurt so much it was unbearable.
Song Chuyi took that to mean she had a hard time filming overnight. Previously, Yan Lei told him this daughter of his was especially delicate and unreasonable… However, all she wanted was to be coaxed.
“Auntie Wang hasn’t arrived yet. Let me cook some dumplings for you. How about having some before going to bed?”
“I don’t want any. I’m going to sleep, don’t talk to me.” Changqing walked back to her room with a cold expression.
Song Chuyi held her back and frowned. His dark pupils were filled with aggression. “Listen to me, you’ll definitely sleep until noon later. If you don’t eat anything, your stomach will feel terrible.”
“I don’t need you to worry about me.” Changqing peeled his hand off and swung the door shut. He could even hear her lock the door from inside.
Song Chuyi smoothed his hair. His head hurt. This lass was so temperamental.
Although he liked to annoy her and watch her fume, he also had a limit.
Changqing slept drowsily and when she arose, she felt quite uncomfortable.
She picked up her phone and looked at the time. 12:30 pm. There were several missed calls from Jiang Duoyao.
Changqing called back and Jiang Duoyao said lazily, “I was going to your house to look for you if you continued to not pick up.”
“I filmed overnight and slept till just now after I got home,” Changqing explained while rubbing her eyes.
“I’ve already booked a room at Sheng Hai. I reserved the personal swimming pool on the top floor for this afternoon. Ruan Yang, that lass, will be coming over later too. You better get there by 3 pm at the latest. Don’t be late,” Jiang Duoyao said.
“Ruan Yang is coming too? She has the time?” Changqing was shocked.
“Yeah, is there a problem?”
“No.”
Changqing was unbearably hungry. She threw her phone aside, opened the door and went out. In the bright living room, Song Chuyi was sitting on the couch in a comfortable position, watching a television program.
When he heard the door opening, he turned his head. Changqing was astounded. “You’re not working today?”
“Rest day.” Song Chuyi put on his slippers and got up. “Go wash up first. I’ll bring the dishes out.”
