Xi Jia originally wanted to invite Wu Yang to dinner, but he had guests, so she didn't say it. She made an excuse to leave, making sure to close the door behind her when she went out.
As the footsteps faded away, Jiang Qin spoke up, her anger flaring, "See? She just pretended not to know me, then gloated and showed off how she stole my things. Such a scheming woman, and you're all blind to her, always praising her."
Wu Yang coughed twice to clear his throat. "Xi Jia has a bad memory. Maybe she really has forgotten who you are."
Jiang Qin sneered, "You've forgotten me, but remember you, and that Mo Yushen gave her a horse? Wu Yang, how can you be so shameless? Do you really think there's such a thing as selective amnesia in real life?"
Wu Yang blinked. That's right. There's no reason why Xi Jia would forget her mortal enemy Jiang Qin but still remember him.
Jiang Qin glared at Wu Yang angrily. She knew that Wu Yang still favored Xi Jia. She grabbed her bag and left. When she closed the door, there was a loud 'bang'.
Enemies meet on a narrow road.
On their way to the parking lot, the two met face to face.
Jiang Qin slowed her pace; she wanted to see how Xi Jia would find fault with her.
Xi Jia remained expressionless, her eyes showing no emotion, and she didn't give Jiang Qin any extra glances.
The two brushed past each other.
Jiang Qin turned around and looked at that arrogant figure, her heart clenching with pain.
So arrogant and smug, and he even ignored her.
Thinking of the horse that Xi Jia had stolen, Jiang Qin felt resentful and called Mo Yushen.
She remembered all the cold words Mo Yushen had said to her last night.
Let's settle both old and new scores together.
Mo Yushen was talking to the head of the pharmaceutical company's R&D center when he hung up the phone.
They didn't come back until evening.
Jiang Qin angrily messaged Cheng Weiming: "I'm breaking up with Mo Yushen. It's pointless."
Knowing that Cheng Weiming would try to persuade her, and finding it annoying, she temporarily blacklisted Cheng Weiming to avoid seeing him.
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Xi Jia trained at the horse farm all afternoon and didn't return to the city until evening.
On the way, I received a call from my best friend Ye Qiu, who invited me to have dinner together.
Xi Jia: "No night shooting tonight?"
Ye Qiu was removing her makeup. "Yes, but there's a two-hour break in between, enough time for a meal."
The film crew is moving to another city tomorrow and will be staying there for a month. They won't be able to take time off to come back and watch Xi Jia's competition, so tonight will be an early celebration for Xi Jia.
The two arranged to meet at a restaurant.
When Xi Jia arrived at the restaurant, Ye Qiu had already been there for a while and had drunk half a cup of coffee.
Ye Qiu looked Xi Jia up and down, "You've become more beautiful."
Xi Jia: "Was I ever ugly?"
“This beauty is different; she looks like she’s been through love.” Ye Qiu leaned back lazily in her chair. “It seems she and Mo Yushen are getting along well.”
Xi Jia thought for a moment, "That person is pretty boring."
Unromantic, unfunny, and prone to making a mountain out of a molehill.
Aside from that face, it was barely pleasing to the eye.
Ye Qiu: "Don't take your blessings for granted. As long as you have a place to sleep, that's enough."
This was Xi Jia's first time at this restaurant; it was of average quality and offered virtually no privacy.
She reminded Ye Qiu, "Sit still. If you're so carefree, you'll lose fans if the media takes pictures of you like this."
Ye Qiu laughed, "I do want to be photographed, but when I run into the reporters' cameras, they all turn around, afraid that I'll ride on their coattails."
Speaking of losing followers, "I have less than 100,000 followers in total, and more than half of them are zombie followers."
Xi Jia rested her chin on her hand and said, "I have so much money that I can't spend it all. I'll buy you a trending topic every day from now on."
Ye Qiu waved his hand, "Save it. The netizens' memory of me is just like your memory of others; it will definitely not last past the next day."
She's come to terms with it; it's just a hobby anyway, and she's not destined to become famous, so she accepts it.
During their conversation, the two chatted idly and somehow the topic turned to Zhou Mingqian.
Starry Sky previously launched a public call for scripts, and the results were announced this afternoon.
Ultimately, three works were selected.
These three scripts are expected to begin filming next year.
There's also some inside information: the styles of these three screenwriters are very suitable for adapting Mr. Yue's works. Xinglan has already started the adaptation work with the three screenwriters, and will eventually choose the script that best fits the original work from among the three to film.
Ye Qiu comforted Xi Jia: "If you really want to adapt the script into a film or television series, have your husband invest in it."
Xi Jia shook her head, "Since the script isn't up to par, there's no need to waste money."
Even so, I was still disappointed.
She spent more than two years polishing that script, but when it reached Zhou Mingqian, it was worthless; he only read less than two pages.
Ye Qiu changed the subject, asking with concern, "Does your head still hurt?"
I stopped taking the Chinese medicine two days ago. I had pain once last night, but it passed quickly.
Xi Jia: "It's much better than before."
Ye Qiu suggested, "Then after the competition, you should go back to the mountains and stay for a while longer."
Xi Jia nodded; she had the same plan.
The meal ended at eight o'clock, and Ye Qiu had to rush back to the film set. The two parted ways downstairs at the restaurant.
Xi Jia arrived at the villa area before 8:30 AM and immediately messaged Mo Yushen: "Where are you?"
Mo Yushen was still at the company, instructing Secretary Ding: "Don't move for now, we need a legitimate reason to take action."
Secretary Ding nodded, understanding. Mo Yushen was waiting for the Mo family to officially announce the personnel changes before taking action against Mo Lian and Chairman Mo.
Mo Yushen wrote a number on a sticky note and gave it to Secretary Ding: "On the day of the announcement, make sure the media gives him as much publicity as possible. I'll pay for it."
Secretary Ding understood.
Outsiders say that Mo Yushen is ruthless and heartless, but what he has seen over the years is that Mo Yushen is too lazy to argue, perhaps to save face for Old Master Mo and not to put Old Master Mo in a difficult position between his son and grandson at his age.
However, Chairman Mo believed that Mo Yushen was not capable enough to stand up to him as the chairman.
Secretary Ding went out to work.
Mo Yushen then checked his phone and replied to Xi Jia: [At the company.]
Xi Jia put down her phone and parked the car next to the villa gate.
Mo Yushen's villa has its own security. The security guard opened the door, but Xi Jia waved to the security guard and didn't go in.
Mo Yushen arrived home a quarter of an hour later than the time he had previously reported, at 9:15.
The car turned into the yard, and Mo Yushen saw Xi Jia's car through the window. Immediately afterward, he heard the sound of the car starting, and a minute later, Xi Jia's car drove in.
After parking the car, Xi Jia got out and smiled at Mo Yushen, "You'll be home at 9:15, and I'll be home at 9:16."
Mo Yushen was speechless. He had never known that women could be so boring.
After locking the car, Xi Jia took a few steps forward and naturally took Mo Yushen's arm. "You've been quite busy today?"
"Um."
The two went inside.
The living room at home was just for show for them. They never chatted, nor did they have the habit of sitting together to watch TV. On the few occasions they stayed here before, they would each go about their own business when they got home. Mo Yushen would usually be in the study, while Xi Jia would be writing scripts in the bedroom.
The two entered the elevator, and Mo Yushen pressed '2' and '3'.
Xi Jia casually asked, "Are you going to work overtime?"
Mo Yushen: "There's nothing to be busy with."
That means no overtime. Xi Jia turned her head and asked, "Then you still want to go to the study?"
Mo Yushen stared at her; her current memory was hard to fathom.
After a whole day, she had long forgotten that they lived separately.
"I live on the second floor."
Xi Jia nodded, roughly understanding that this marriage was a marriage of convenience, just a formality.
All she remembers now is that Mo Yushen is her husband and that their marriage was arranged; she has forgotten everything else.
Xi Jia didn't know why she agreed to the marriage in the first place; if it were now, she would never get married.
"What's the point of such a marriage? Why continue it if you're just wasting your precious time trying to appease your family? You might as well get a divorce and go find your own happiness."
“Xi Jia, we are not just in name only.”
Xi Jia's expression changed, and her eyes brightened.
I told you, even if it's an arranged marriage, she won't treat marriage like a game.
Mo Yushen explained the reason for living separately: "Your memory isn't good right now, you'll forget who I am first thing in the morning."
Xi Jia immediately placed her palm on his chest, "Here, let me warm you up. Sorry, I forgot about you after the passion."
Mo Yushen didn't speak, staring at her, feeling the warmth of her palm in his heart.
When the elevator reached the second floor, Xi Jia pressed the close button, insisting, "Let's stay upstairs."
As they were talking, the elevator stopped again; they had arrived at the third floor, and the elevator doors slowly opened.
Xi Jia held Mo Yushen's wrist. A smile had already crept onto her lips.
She turned to look at Mo Yushen, "Even if I wake up tomorrow morning and don't remember who you are to me, just because of your face, I can forgive you for lying next to me."
After saying that, she raised her eyebrows at him.
Mo Yushen was speechless, as she led him the whole way.
Once they reached the bedroom, Xi Jia finally released Mo Yushen.