"..."
Hearing Qiao Anchen's accusations, Chu Yi really didn't know what to say.
She thought back for a moment; it must have been a long time ago. She hadn't expected Qiao Anchen to still remember it.
In other words, he had been secretly jealous for a long time.
No wonder I tormented her so badly that night.
Chu Yi wanted to laugh helplessly, but she held it back under Qiao Anchen's reproachful gaze, trying her best to maintain a calm expression and coaxing him softly.
“I’ve drawn for you too. I’ve drawn for many people.”
Qiao Anchen pursed his lips, turned his head away, and his expression remained unpleasant; it was unclear whether he had listened at all.
Chu Yi lowered his head inwardly, stretched out two fingers and rubbed his temples, sighing inwardly.
Older men are really hard to appease when they get jealous.
When the two returned home, Qiao Anchen silently pushed open the door and walked ahead, with Chu Yi following behind, watching his series of smooth movements. He took off his coat, changed his shoes, and frowned as he loosened his tie.
Chu Yi stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed his collar, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his tightly pursed lips.
Qiao Anchen was stunned for a moment, then let her pry open his teeth. Her soft tongue swept across his palate, sending waves of tingling sensations through his brain and spreading to all his senses.
Qiao Anchen responded to her instinctively.
This kiss was more passionate than any of the previous ones. In my memory, it seemed to be the first time Chu Yi had kissed him so proactively, and it carried an obvious desire to please him.
Qiao Anchen, however, was quite pleased.
They had agreed to come back and cook dinner, but in the end, the two of them ended up rolling around on the bed. By the time all the noise subsided and the room was dark, Chu Yi's stomach was rumbling.
"I'm so hungry," she said, rubbing her stomach to the person next to her. The person who had just been fed was clearly in a completely different mood than before; at least her expression had softened, as if she had returned to normal.
"I'll go cook something." Qiao Anchen got out of bed and threw back the covers. Chu Yi turned around to look at him and raised her voice slightly: "I want to eat pork rib noodles."
"..." Qiao Anchen paused in his dressing, turned around and looked over. Chu Yi buried herself deeper into the blanket, and the voice coming from underneath sounded guilty.
"It's okay if you don't have it..."
"I'll make it for you." Qiao Anchen's voice was devoid of emotion as he uttered those three words before getting up and leaving.
Chu Yi watched his figure disappear through the door, then lay on the bed for a while longer. Finally, after rolling around in the blanket a couple of times, she felt she had rested enough before slowly getting out of bed.
The living room was bright and warm with the lights on. Qiao Anchen stood in front of the kitchen counter in his pajamas, the soft and comfortable fabric making him look very gentle.
Chu Yi walked over and asked very solicitously, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Qiao Anchen stirred the noodles in the pot and glanced down at her.
"Wash the dishes."
"Yes, sir!"
Chu Yi quickly washed the dishes and placed them beside him, thoughtfully choosing a large bowl and a small bowl. Then she watched as Qiao Anchen cooked the noodles and neatly arranged the spare ribs on top.
She stared at it, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
Clearly audible in the quiet night, Qiao Anchen lifted his eyelids to glance at her, then quickly looked away.
The two sat facing each other across a table. Chu Yi held chopsticks and slurped noodles in her bowl, making very soft noises, while secretly glancing at Qiao Anchen as she ate.
He ate his noodles quietly, his movements much more casual than hers, but his expression was calmer than usual.
Chu Yi felt something was off. With a heavy heart, she finished her noodles and rushed to wash the dishes before Qiao Anchen got up, even looking up at him with two silly grins.
Qiao Anchen blinked, watched her retreating figure, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
As soon as Qiao Anchen came out of the shower that night, Chu Yi eagerly rolled up her sleeves to massage his shoulders, a smile on her face.
"Let me give you a massage. You must be tired after a long day at work."
"I'm really tired today," Qiao Anchen finally spoke, saying calmly. Chu Yi paused, looking sullen.
She knelt there patiently and meticulously massaged Grandpa Qiao from head to toe, from his neck to his shoulders, and from his back to his waist.
The pressure varied, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes slow, sometimes fast; my hands were practically turned into massage machines, and I dared not relax for a moment.
Chu Yi secretly glanced at Qiao Anchen's expression. He was lying there with his eyes closed, his thick, long eyelashes casting a small shadow on his face.
His expression seemed peaceful, even somewhat serene.
Chu Yi couldn't help but lean closer and whisper in his ear, "Qiao Anchen, are you feeling better?"
Those long eyelashes fluttered, trembled twice, and then opened completely, revealing the dark and clear eyes beneath. Chu Yi instinctively held his breath.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a deep voice. Chu Yi paused for a moment, then muttered something under his breath.
"Weren't you unhappy today...?"
Qiao Anchen lowered his eyes, turned over and lay flat on his back, letting out a soft snort from his nose, slightly displeased: "You still know?"
"I'm not blind..." Chu Yi muttered to himself. Qiao Anchen, who had sharp ears, heard this and immediately looked over.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have drawn for him. I'll only draw for you from now on," Chu Yi said immediately, lying down and snuggling into his arms, hugging him tightly like a little bird.
Chu Yi was very uncomfortable with Qiao Anchen's cold and disdainful attitude towards her, and felt like she was suffocating. Even using her charms hadn't appeased Qiao Anchen, so she thought she should probably think of other ways.
Qiao Anchen didn't say anything after listening, his expression seemed to say, "Come and coax me."
The first-year student's little mind worked quickly, and he made one promise after another, almost as if he wanted to hold up three fingers.
"I promise I will never speak to him again, never visit him on set, never look at any news about him. From now on, Ji Mubai will be no longer a person to me—"
She wrapped her arms around Qiao Anchen's waist and rubbed against him, acting extremely ingratiating.
"It's only you, it's all you, my eyes and heart are filled with you."
Qiao Anchen had no idea where she got so many sweet words from; they seemed to be pouring out of her little mouth like honey, making it impossible for him to keep a straight face.
His lips twitched slightly, unable to suppress a slight upward curve. Chu Yi seized the opportunity, tilted her head back, and lightly pecked his lips before quickly withdrawing her gaze.
"Don't be angry." She reached out and touched his chest, her eyes filled with expectation.
"Go to sleep." Qiao Anchen pulled her hand down, pretending to be serious, the coldness in his eyes had melted away, Chu Yi was taking advantage of the situation.
"No, I can't sleep if you're unhappy. I'm so upset that I can't even eat."
"You drank all the soup from your noodles tonight," Qiao Anchen said coolly.
"...Uh, that's because you made it so delicious."
Qiao Anchen ignored her and reached out to turn off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Chu Yi, not wanting to be left out, continued with the script she had just been writing.
"I feel so awful."
"It feels like something's stuck in my chest, I can't breathe. Qiao Anchen, am I going to die?"
She took Qiao Anchen's hand and placed it on her chest, whispering with immense pity and sorrow, her words sounding especially mournful in the darkness.
Qiao Anchen gently rubbed her hands a couple of times, then released them and said calmly, "It's alright, you don't feel uncomfortable anymore."
"..."
Chu Yi immediately covered her chest with her hand, looking like she had been taken advantage of but couldn't say anything, staring at him pitifully in the darkness.
"How could you...how could you..." She managed to utter a few fragmented words, unable to describe Qiao Anchen's behavior at this moment, so she let out a soft sigh, her tone heavy with sorrow.
"You rubbed it and it felt even worse, Qiao Anchen. I feel like I'm suffocating."
"Then what should we do?" Qiao Anchen asked this time, seemingly in a nonchalant manner. Chu Yi didn't care about that and immediately continued the conversation.
"When you're not angry, I feel better, my breathing becomes easier, my appetite improves, and I feel happier overall."
"Yes, I'm not angry anymore," he said readily. Happiness came too quickly, feeling both fake and unreal. Chu Yi tentatively asked, "Really?"
“Really.” Qiao Anchen answered calmly, and Chu Yi had a sudden inspiration.
"Then give me a kiss."
The expected silence did not occur; instead, a familiar warmth pressed down, lightly touching her lips before pulling away. Qiao Anchen's voice was low and deep, with a pleasant, magnetic quality.
"Go to sleep." He patted her head, and Chu Yi was truly satisfied this time.
"With Mr. Qiao's goodnight kiss, I'm sure I'll sleep incredibly soundly tonight," she said with a grin, shifting slightly to find a comfortable spot in Qiao Anchen's arms and settling in quietly.
In the silent darkness, Qiao Anchen curved the corners of his mouth into a smile.
When Chu Yi woke up, the Weibo post she made yesterday about visiting the set had suddenly become a trending topic, with comments, likes, and private messages all exceeding 99. She clicked on it in a daze and found that it was the person in question who had come to visit. Not only did she like the post, but she also left a comment.
"It's so nice to see my first-year teacher /smiling with narrowed eyes"
As expected, Ji Mubai's fans were all drawn over. His status as a top influencer was well-deserved; this was the most attention the first year of high school had ever experienced.
"Thank you for taking care of my son Ji Bai, the first-year teacher!"
"Aaaaaaah, Ji Mubai, get back to your own Weibo account!!! Do you know you haven't posted anything for a month, fifteen days, and six hours???"
"What an amazing author! I really want to interview him about how he felt when he hooked up with his favorite celebrity in real life."
The author, Chu Yi, feels both terrified and extremely relieved that Qiao Anchen doesn't use Weibo.
She clicked on the followers list, and sure enough, Ji Mubai had already followed him.
In addition, she gained several thousand more followers in just two days.
well.
It's truly a burden of love.
Chu Yi felt he had to do something.
"Haha~ Friends, don't forget me when you're rich and powerful! I've always been this loyal person since junior high!!! Ta-da, now it's giveaway time! Retweet this post, and 20 lucky winners will receive a signed photo of Ji Mubai!!! (Note: It's a real signed photo, I specifically asked Ji Mubai for his autograph, and watched him sign it without blinking)"
After finishing editing on the first day, I reluctantly took out all the autographed photos that I had just received yesterday and hadn't even had a chance to enjoy. I didn't dare keep a single one. After preparing a copy for Xiao Gao and Cheng Li, I packed them up and gave them away in a raffle.
As soon as she posted this Weibo post, the comments section was filled with screaming chickens; apart from excited "ahhhhhhh," you could hardly hear any other sounds.
However, less than two minutes later, the phone chimed.
Open it on the first day of the lunar month.
A message from Ji Mubai.
Ji Mubai: "?"
Chuyi: "...qaq"