So, that's the kind of relationship it is.
Zhou Mingqian stood motionless in front of the shelf.
The supermarket clerk came over and asked him what he needed.
Zhou Mingqian: "Let me think about it some more."
Stock clerk: "..."
Zhou Mingqian was oblivious to what was on the shelf, lost in his own world.
The stock clerk glanced at the various sanitary napkins on the shelf, then turned and left.
Zhou Mingqian rubbed the bridge of his nose. Xi Jia's adaptation of Mr. Yue's work was an open secret.
She had visited Mr. Yue more than once, but she was too embarrassed to bring it up directly, and even if she did, Mr. Yue would not give her the face.
Mo Yushen's privately owned company is the sole investor in this drama.
Moreover, the Mo family and Mr. Yue had a very close relationship.
Knowing that her script would not be selected, Xi Jia took the shortcut of using Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen had previously recommended Jiang Qin, and he had no objections.
He originally thought Jiang Qin was suitable. He directed the first drama that Jiang Qin starred in, and he was the one who chose her to play the role. There were no backdoors involved.
Although Jiang Qin has a bad temper, her acting skills are undeniable, especially her expressive eyes. She also has a good grasp of the character's psychology and personality.
Looking at Xi Jia again, the script he had previously rejected, called "Falling in Love with Some Star," turned out to be a domineering CEO story. He barely managed to get to the second page.
The scriptwriting is so bad it's like it's sunken into a basin.
If Mr. Yue's work were adapted into an adaptation by Xi Jia, it would be almost completely ruined.
Mo Yushen is a businessman; his investments aren't driven by passion, but by profit. In the past, if a drama he invested in was suitable for Jiang Qin's role, he would recommend it; if not, he wouldn't make things difficult for the production team.
If Mo Yushen were to be seduced by Xi Jia's beauty and allow her to participate in the screenwriting, he would truly be blind.
If Xi Jia is involved in the scriptwriting, he will quit filming.
He couldn't work with someone of Xi Jia's caliber.
It was almost time; they should have entered the elevator. Zhou Mingqian gathered his thoughts and prepared to go find something to eat, his mind finally returning to reality.
In front of me was a pile of women's products.
he:"……"
After taking only two steps, Zhou Mingqian turned back.
Xi Jia was at the cashier, buying things.
Zhou Mingqian let out a long sigh. The hardest moment in his life was encountering an extramarital affair with someone he knew, especially since he knew both of them.
His first impression of Xi Jia was that she was aloof and arrogant.
So, it's nothing special after all.
Xi Jia's beauty is distinctive and usually unforgettable.
The supermarket cashier remembered her and gave her a large size.
Xi Jia paid, took the money, and left.
Mo Yushen stood in the lobby waiting for her. He had guessed what she was going to do when she went straight to the convenience store, and sure enough, she had. He didn't know why this memory was so deeply imprinted in her mind.
If they weren't each other's first, he would have suspected that he was just a substitute for someone else in her life.
"Let's go." Xi Jia approached. "Next time you come to see me, bring a few boxes. They're expensive here."
Mo Yushen: "..."
Once upstairs, a beautiful 'ding-a-ling' sound rang out.
The door opened.
Mo Yushen didn't insert the room card, closed the door, and casually placed the takeout bag on the entryway cabinet.
The room was pitch black.
The two didn't even bother going into the bedroom before embracing and kissing. They were even more lost in their passion than before in front of Grandma's house.
Finally, Mo Yushen asked her, "Whose is it?" "Mo Yushen's."
When Xi Jia said it, her heart skipped a beat.
I don't know if it was a flutter in my heart or the pressure he exerted on me.
The takeout snack was completely forgotten and left to dry in the entryway cabinet; no one remembered it.
The next morning.
Before six o'clock, before dawn, Mo Yushen woke up.
He developed a psychological trauma from staying in a hotel last time.
Xi Jia was sleeping with her back to him, so he turned her over.
Xi Jia, still half asleep, woke up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yushen looked at her: "Do you know who I am?"
Xi Jia unconsciously rubbed her face against his chest and said, "My husband, Mo Yushen." Her voice was hoarse from sleep.
Mo Yushen: "Go to sleep."
Sleep my ass.
Xi Jia hadn't been sleeping well lately, and if she hadn't been so tired from exercising last night, she wouldn't have slept so soundly at all.
It's still early.
Xi Jia wrapped herself in her clothes and went out to find her bag.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Mo Yushen asked.
"Um."
She left her bag on the doormat last night, took out her notebook, and went back to bed to study.
Fearing she wouldn't have anything to talk about with Mo Yushen today, Xi Jia started flipping through the pages from the first one.
I flipped through two pages and saw the hotel records.
She stayed here last time and even treated Mo Yushen as a one-night stand.
No wonder Mo Yushen asked her who he was just now.
Mo Yushen glanced at the page she was looking at, which contained a pair of eyes. The drawing wasn't very good, and she probably felt that her drawing skills were not good either, so she labeled it as 'peach blossom eyes'.
It turns out that the person in her heart had a pair of captivating eyes.
Several faces appeared before Mo Yushen's eyes: Zhou Mingqian, with peach blossom eyes; Cheng Weiming, with peach blossom eyes; and Mo Lian, also with peach blossom eyes.
And Secretary Ding...
Mo Yushen then thought of another one, Wu Yang.
Her nickname was Yangyang.
Xi Jia happened to see the part about peach blossom eyes, and Mo Yushen closed his notebook, saying, "Stop reading, it hurts your eyes if you lie down to read."
"Then I'll sit up and watch."
Mo Yushen didn't allow it, saying, "Didn't you buy a box? It's so expensive, don't waste it."
Xi Jia: "..."
Use up the remaining two as well.
Xi Jia didn't wake up until almost noon. She glanced at her watch and called her grandmother. "Grandma, my husband and I are at the scenic spot. We can't make it back for dinner. We'll eat when we get home tonight."
The old woman smiled and said, "Even if you come back, there's no food. The door is locked, and I can't get out."
Xi Jia rubbed her forehead.
The old lady was young once too, she's been through it all, she understands. Let them explore the scenic area more, and come back before dinner.
Xi Jia wasn't in a hurry to get up. She grabbed a cushion and leaned back against it, then continued looking at her notebook. She frowned slightly, wondering why she couldn't find the page with the peach blossom eyes.
She clearly glanced at it this morning. She remembered it.
"Husband," Xi Jia called to Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen came in from the living room, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Xi Jia: "Why is one of my notebooks missing?"
Mo Yushen said nonchalantly, "No one touched your things. Are you sure you didn't forget?"
Xi Jia was in a daze.
I guess so.
Her memory is terrible.
Then continue reading.
Mo Yushen tore that page out, but didn't throw it away; he kept it for himself.
Since she couldn't remember who that man with the flirtatious eyes was, he just pretended he didn't exist.
Author's Note: Zhou Mingqian: Is the page where I repaired the car still there?
Mo Yushen: It's still there for now, but it's hard to say what will happen in the future.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Xi Jia didn't get up until noon. She spent more than an hour reading through all her notes from that period and gained a general understanding of her relationship with Mo Yushen.
When are you coming back?
Mo Yushen hesitated for half a second, then said, "Tomorrow." His flight was originally for today.