Xi Jia didn't hear, looking at the scenery outside her side window, thinking about her illness.
"Xi Jia." Zhou Mingqian was in the wrong first, but he spoke with restraint.
But there was still no response.
"Xi Jia!" Zhou Mingqian suppressed his emotions and raised his voice slightly.
Xi Jia vaguely heard someone calling her. She turned around and looked Zhou Mingqian up and down. "Say what you have to say!"
Zhou Mingqian calmed his breathing and told himself not to stoop to the level of this kind of woman. He repeated what he had just said, asking her to send him the list that evening.
Xi Jia: "Those notes are priceless to me. Can you afford to pay for them?" She was too lazy to argue with him and turned her face away to look at the roadside scenery.
The round trip from the film set to the hotel took more than an hour.
When Xi Jia returned to the studio, it was already past ten o'clock, and the sun was shining brightly. Her several notebooks, each page separated, were laid out on the stone bench to dry.
Mo Yushen stood to the side, guarding these notes, occasionally turning the pages.
There was a breeze by the lake, so he weighed it down with clean pebbles.
His name appeared on the page, and he started reading from the beginning.
This is a monologue by Xi Jia. It was recorded last night.
My hearing has deteriorated again.
I was having dinner with Mo Yushen at the restaurant downstairs just now. I saw him open his mouth to speak, but I couldn't hear what he said.
Hopefully, it's because the store is too noisy.
The filming of "The Rest of My Life" is already more than halfway through, and the scenes will be completed in another month.
The days I spend with Mo Yushen are becoming fewer and fewer.
That evening, we walked to visit Grandma. I deliberately walked very, very slowly, but I still made it to the end.
The old lady asked me when I would hold my wedding with Mo Yushen, so that I could go to Beijing for a visit while she could still walk.
I told Grandma I'd wait until I was done with my work.
Actually, the wedding will not take place.
I also want to wear a wedding dress and have Mo Yushen lead me down that long red carpet. But like this, I can't stay with him for long.
My second brother told me that my illness wasn't life-threatening. Even if he wasn't telling the truth, I knew that in a few months, when my condition worsened, I'd be no different from someone who was mentally challenged.
I don't want people to speculate and gossip behind my back, saying that Mo Yushen would even marry a fool for the sake of a political marriage.
My marriage to him involved no exchange of benefits; at most, it was a powerful alliance, but outsiders wouldn't believe it. Now that he's competing with Mo Lian for the Mo Group, even fewer people will believe the purity of this marriage.
He's so good, he deserves better.
From now on, I will have my own life, and Mo Yushen will also have his own life to live.
I wonder what kind of wife he'll find in the future, how many children they'll have. He'll definitely be a good husband and a good father. By then, he probably won't think about me much anymore.
I need to get up early tomorrow to take photos by the lake. Hopefully, Zhou, that irritable guy, will take his medication before going out. Goodnight.
Mo Yushen stared at this page in a daze for a long time. Then he sent Xi Jia a message: "When are you coming back?"
Xi Jia had just gotten her phone back from Yu An and unlocked it when a message came in.
Xi Jia: [Turns around.]
Mo Yushen turned around, and Xi Jia was already walking over from the studio. Mo Yushen put away his phone and called to Jiang Qin, "Come here and turn the page."
He walked towards Xi Jia.
Surrounded by members of the film crew, Xi Jia greeted Mo Yushen politely, "Mr. Mo."
Mo Yushen didn't respond, but reached out and hugged her.
The people around were petrified.
Chapter Fifty
Xi Jia instinctively tried to push Mo Yushen away, but the next second, she received a burning kiss on her forehead.
"If you keep doing this, all my efforts will be for nothing." Xi Jia pinched Mo Yushen's waist. She didn't realize that her tone was coquettish.
Being stared at by so many people, Xi Jia's ears turned slightly red, and she hadn't been this happy in a long time.
Mo Yushen lowered his eyes. "You've dried your notebook; it's airing out to dry."
Xi Jia nodded, her eyes fixed on the buttons of his shirt, her heart pounding with emotion, still not quite calm.
The scenario that appeared in her domineering CEO drama actually happened to her.
If only she had a memory, this scene would be enough for her to recall for many years, until she grows old.
"Husband." Xi Jia suddenly looked up, grabbed Mo Yushen's neck, and kissed him on tiptoe. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to give a deep kiss.
Those around them suddenly realized that Xi Jia's non-celebrity husband was Mo Yushen. Some people screamed and cheered.
The infatuated girl was secretly crying while gossiping and recording videos.
Xi Jia wasn't lingering. After the kiss ended, she gracefully withdrew from the embrace and went to look at her precious notebooks.
Kissing in public still made Mo Yushen a little uncomfortable, but he could only pretend to be calm. "It's my treat tonight. You can choose any restaurant on the food street." He paused slightly, "Don't spread the video."
Someone joked, "Mr. Mo, you'll have to pay us hush money. One meal isn't enough."
While everyone was laughing and joking over there, the area in front of the monitor was unusually quiet.
Zhou Mingqian is reading the script.
Yu An noticed that he hadn't turned the page for a while, perhaps he was considering the scene.
She made a cup of milk tea and brought it over, asking softly, "Director Zhou, did you already know that Xi Jia and President Mo were a couple?"
Zhou Mingqian raised his eyelids, "When did you become so gossipy?"
Yu An smiled faintly, "I'm just happy." She was happy for Xi Jia.
Zhou Mingqian finally turned a page of the script. He didn't know which scene it was; he hadn't been paying attention.
He turned his head to look at Yu An: "What are you happy about regarding their business? It's none of your concern."
"Eat salty radish but worry about nothing."
Yu An bit her lip slightly, not refuting her boss. If the boss was in a bad mood, then whatever he said was fine.
The milk tea was on the table, but Zhou Mingqian didn't drink it.
Yu An handed it to him again, saying, "Director Zhou, sweets make people feel good."
Zhou Mingqian was displeased and glared at her, "Which eye of yours sees me in a bad mood?"
Yu An blinked, not refuting. She could only tell a lie, "I'm in a bad mood. My crush, Mo Yushen, is already taken. None of the girls in our crew are in a good mood."
She took the milk tea and drank it herself.
After that, Yu An stopped making a fuss and sat quietly next to Zhou Mingqian, waiting for his boss to give him instructions.
Zhou Mingqian closed the script and looked at Yu An. "You think I'm in a bad mood because I like Xi Jia?"
Yu An waved his hands repeatedly, "I didn't think so. You said it yourself."
Zhou Mingqian: "..." Even drinking cold water is a problem today. He stood up, turned the script upside down on Yu An's head, and walked to the shore of the water.
Yu An remained silent, taking the script off her head and setting it aside. She offered a minute of sympathy to the heartbroken man, deciding not to stoop to his level.
Zhou Mingqian asked the staff on the shore to pull another small electric boat over so he could meet up with the cameraman and finalize the scene.
Xi Jia was carefully tending to her treasures; all her secrets were exposed to the sun today. Luckily, the sun was shining brightly, and she estimated they would be mostly dry by the afternoon.
She looked up and saw Zhou Mingqian boarding the ship. "Director Zhou, wait for me." It was her own voice, but it sounded very distant.
Zhou Mingqian: "What?" His tone was as irritating as ever.
Xi Jia saw Zhou Mingqian open his mouth, but even though he was so close, she hadn't heard him. Her ears felt muffled. She took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself down. "Wait for me, I'm coming too."
She turned and called to Mo Yushen, "Honey, can you watch my notes for me?" She slung the backpack she had brought from the hotel over her shoulder and headed straight for the small boat on the shore.
Jiang Qin sat on the stone bench, with her back to the sun, reciting her lines.
Next to her was Xi Jia's notebook; a gust of wind blew, lifting the pages.
"Did you lose your mind today?" Jiang Qin looked up, her eyes slightly narrowed, unable to understand Mo Yushen.
She teased Mo Yushen: "The one who's lost their mind is Zhou Mingqian. Why are you getting involved? Didn't you say before that you didn't want to gossip about Xi Jia? What's wrong with you today? You're not afraid of what people will say anymore?"
Mo Yushen had considered this before, but didn't make it public.
After a month and a half, everyone had seen just how capable Xi Jia really was.
For her, the screenwriter, their relationship was merely icing on the cake. But for her, an insecure patient, it was a lifeline.
Mo Yushen bent down, turned over the half-dry page, and weighed it down with a stone.
Jiang Qin waited for Mo Yushen to answer, but he remained silent for a long time.
Not far away, Xiang Luo was playing in the water.
Xi Jia came out of the water, completely soaked, but she didn't seem that cold. So she took off her shoes, sat on the shore, and wanted to try it herself.
As soon as she put her foot into the lake, she shivered from the cold.
The water in the mountains is exceptionally cold and icy.
Xi Jia was so wet just now, yet she was still able to endure it.
He lifted his foot, not daring to touch the water.
Turning my head unintentionally, I saw Mo Yushen's figure, patiently looking at Xi Jia's notes.
The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.
The forceful way he held Xi Jia in his arms just now must have made countless girls present envious.
A few days ago, some fans in the crew were daydreaming about what it would feel like to be held by Mo Yushen.
In the moment Xiang Luo was lost in thought, Jiang Qin happened to look over, and their eyes met. The disdain in Jiang Qin's eyes was undisguised.