Mo Yushen asked her, "My friends invited me out tonight, are you going?"
"I'm not going, I don't know them." Xi Jia turned over and went to sleep.
Mo Yushen went out with Cheng Weimo and the others, and I heard that Ji Qingshi was also there.
My phone rang; it was a florist. The delivery person had arrived at the door.
Mo Yushen told the butler to let them pass, and then he looked at Xi Jia: "Get up, go downstairs and take a look."
"What are you looking at?"
"surprise."
There was a two-second silence.
Xi Jia threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, dressing as quickly as possible. She was excited inside, but said aloud, "We're an old married couple, why bother with all this?"
She gave him a slight smile, "Although that might sound a bit insincere."
What else could Mo Yushen say?
After putting on the dress, Xi Jia tidied her hair and tied it into a bun as she walked out.
Mo Yushen followed behind her. Just now she was complaining of being tired, her legs hurting, and her back aching. She felt like she could die if she stayed in one more minute. But now she was full of energy.
In the blink of an eye, she jogged to the top of the stairs.
Xi Jia stood on the stairwell landing, looking at the sea of roses, as if she were in a rose plantation. She had written so many domineering CEO dramas, but the most she had ever written about was 999 roses.
They clearly haven't seen much of the world.
I was deeply moved.
Gradually calmed down.
Xi Jia turned her head.
Mo Yushen had already walked up behind her and was looking at her.
Xi Jia didn't hug him, didn't kiss him, and even forgot to thank him.
She's an ordinary person.
Overwhelmed by the sight of so many flowers, she was momentarily stunned.
“My second brother used to say I was naive and had unrealistic ideas. In all my scripts, I wrote about vows of eternal love and the idea of being one person for life. He said that such feelings didn’t exist. I think they do exist, but they are extremely rare.”
She continued talking to herself.
He turned around and looked at the flowers again.
Xi Jia didn't go to the living room to look at the flowers; instead, she went upstairs.
Mo Yushen: "Not watching anymore?"
"Take a picture with your phone." As she spoke, the cheerful figure disappeared down the stairs.
Mo Yushen lowered his eyes and looked at the wrinkled shirt he was wearing. It had gotten like this when he was making love with Xi Jia. He hadn't changed it yet because he was afraid that if Xi Jia saw the roses, she would cry and ruin her makeup, and then get his shirt dirty.
She couldn't bear to look at him.
Soon, Xi Jia took her phone and went downstairs.
"husband."
"Um."
Xi Jia didn't stop and hurried downstairs.
Mo Yushen went back to his bedroom, changed his clothes, and went out. Xi Jia was still fiddling with the roses; they would keep her entertained for the whole evening.
The club is closed today, so there are more people than usual.
Cheng Weimo had arrived early, as had Ji Qingshi.
Mo Yushen took off his trench coat and draped it over the back of the sofa.
Ji Qingshi gave him a glass of wine.
Mo Yushen recalled, "Ye Qiu has a role in the new drama, a supporting role." He had only heard about it from Secretary Ding today; he hadn't paid attention before.
Ji Qingshi nodded.
Ye Qiu's acting skills are mediocre; he probably hasn't found the knack yet.
Mo Yushen then remembered the matter that Ji Qingshi had asked him to do before, "I asked for you, Ye Qiu hasn't gotten over it yet, he said he's almost forgotten about you."
Ji Qingshi was taken aback. "When did you ask that?"
Mo Yushen was silent for a few seconds, then began to drink.
I can't not say. "A month and a half ago."
Ji Qingshi: "..."
Mo Yushen: "At the time, I was only focused on Xi Jia's illness and forgot to mention it."
Ji Qingshi remained silent for a long time.
Mo Yushen clinked glasses with him to express his apology.
After playing until the early hours of the morning, Ji Qingshi left the club and told the driver the name of a residential area.
The driver was puzzled; he didn't recognize the name of the neighborhood. He turned around and confirmed with Ji Qingshi.
Ji Qing reported the specific location.
The driver nodded, asked no further questions, and started the car.
This residential area is located on the edge of the Fifth Ring Road, which is quite remote for Ji Qingshi.
Late at night, there's no traffic congestion, saving a lot of time compared to daytime.
Ji Qingshi doesn't come to this neighborhood very often.
It's Ye Qiu's house. She bought it with the money she earned from filming over the past few years. She didn't have enough money at first and wanted to take out a loan, but Xi Jia lent it to her after she found out.
She was short of money, but she never told him.
Ji Qingshi only remembered which building it was, but he forgot which unit and which floor.
The car couldn't get in, so the driver stopped at the entrance of the residential area.
Ji Qingshi got out of the car and dialed Ye Qiu's number, but no one answered.
He sent a message: "I'm outside your apartment complex."
There has been no response yet.
Ye Qiu had just finished work and was on her way home. She didn't know why Ji Qingshi was looking for her in the middle of the night. It had been over half a year since they had any contact.
The streets were quiet, unlike the bustling city center. The streetscape was also rather ordinary.
Ye Qiu suddenly thought of a possibility that he might be coming to find her, and replied: 【Wait ten minutes, I'm on my way.】
Ji Qingshi: [Why are you so late?]
Ye Qiu did not reply.
The waiting time felt exceptionally long.
Ji Qingshi drank half a glass of water before Ye Qiu arrived.
The van stopped, and Ye Qiu got out. It was the company car; she didn't own one and her driving skills were poor.
When they met again, Ye Qiu couldn't tell whether she hated him, resented him, or missed him.
She composed herself and said, "Let's talk in the neighborhood."
People are constantly coming and going at the main entrance, which is inconvenient.
Ji Qingshi looked at her, "Just finished work?"
Ye Qiu didn't say anything and walked towards the gate.
Ji Qingshi followed closely behind her and entered the residential area.
Walking to the quiet central landscape, Ye Qiu stopped. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that I was with you. I won't let the person you like lose face or be manipulated by the media. If you're with her, I won't try to ride your coattails."
Ji Qingshi: "I just came to see you."
"Thank you." She turned and walked away.
"Ye Qiu!"
Ye Qiu didn't even turn her head. The wound that had finally begun to scab over was torn open again by Ji Qingshi. The woman Ji Qingshi liked was a well-known producer. Her looks and abilities were famous in the industry, and she had dozens of times more fans than Ye Qiu, a small-time actress.
Looking at her again, she's been in the industry for several years, but she hasn't produced a single decent work.
She thought he didn't care about people, except that the person he cared about wasn't her.
The way he looked at that woman was never the same as he had ever looked at her.
——
The New Year's Day holiday passed quickly.
On the 4th, Xinglan announced the main cast and crew of the TV series.
The trending topics were predetermined.
Who would have thought that the top trending topic would be Xi Jia, who made the list because of her looks.
Netizens were initially curious about who this screenwriter was, but when they opened his Weibo account, they found that his profile read: "First-rate delivery rider, third-rate screenwriter."
This person has never participated in the screenwriting of any television series.
Netizens started browsing Xi Jia's Weibo and saw her dashing figure on the equestrian field.
Ultimately, I was captivated by her charm and beauty.
For every positive trending topic, there's a negative one.
People began to question Xi Jia's screenwriting abilities; the drama was already being criticized before it even started filming.
Counting Xi Jia's trending topics, six of them were in the top fifteen.
Xi Jia opened her Weibo account; in just one hour, she had gained hundreds of thousands of followers. If this rate of growth continued steadily, wouldn't she break ten million by nightfall?