I stared at Mo Yushen's ID photo for a long time, but I didn't recognize him.
It was almost time, so she stood by the exit.
Not knowing how different Mo Yushen looked in person from his ID photo, and with the crowds so dense she couldn't keep up, she had to stand in a conspicuous spot and let Mo Yushen come to her.
Ten minutes later, Xi Jia's phone rang; it was an unknown number.
When I answered the phone, the voice on the other end said, "I'm out. Stay where you are."
Xi Jia subconsciously looked up and saw a group of five or six people, men and women, about ten meters ahead.
Mo Yushen was walking at the front, holding his phone to his ear with his left hand.
Mo Yushen and Xi Jia made eye contact, and then Mo Yushen hung up the phone.
Walking next to Mo Yushen was Jiang Qin. She was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat, and since it was nighttime, no one recognized her.
Jiang Qin and Mo Yushen hadn't seen each other for a while, but they unexpectedly ran into each other during their layover in Shanghai today, on the same flight.
Her seat was quite far from Mo Yushen's. In the past, she would have switched seats to chat, but she wasn't in the mood today.
Jiang Qin also saw Xi Jia; in the crowd, that stunningly beautiful face always stood out.
If Xi Jia were to enter the entertainment industry, it would be difficult for her not to become famous.
She was surprised that Xi Jia had come to pick her up from the airport.
Xi Jia and Mo Yushen signed a divorce agreement before getting married, agreeing to divorce six months later. The beginning of next month will mark six months since their marriage.
Jiang Qin quickened her pace and caught up with Mo Yushen: "Aren't you two getting a divorce? Why is she still here to pick you up at the airport?"
Mo Yushen continued walking on his own, without saying a word.
"Xi Jia has changed her mind. She doesn't want a divorce anymore and wants to salvage the marriage?" she guessed.
Mo Yushen turned his head and interrupted, "When did you become so talkative?"
The implication is that she crossed the line.
Jiang Qin chuckled twice, "You really think I care about your messy affairs!"
Seeing Xi Jia, who is usually so proud, eagerly waiting to pick her up at the airport, she saw another side of herself. Everyone said she was arrogant, and they thought her arrogance was perfectly justified.
But when she's in love, few people know that she can also be humble.
"This trip abroad isn't for work or tourism," Jiang Qin said to Mo Yushen, gazing ahead.
It's more like talking to yourself.
"I broke up with him, and it's over for good." She tried to win him back, but the result was the same.
Mo Yushen had met Jiang Qin's boyfriend. He was not in the entertainment industry, but he was capable and came from a good family. The two had been together for almost five years before Jiang Qin entered the entertainment industry.
Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Qin said, "I've just broken up with my boyfriend, you should at least say something to comfort me!"
She was heartbroken, so Mo Yushen didn't hold her loose tongue against her: "Uncle Jiang must have had the chef prepare a lot of delicious food and desserts for you, eat more."
Jiang Qin nearly choked to death. If it weren't for the fact that it was a public place, she would have thrown her bag at him long ago.
Mo Yushen is not good at comforting people, and he has never comforted anyone over the years.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'll talk to Xinglan and arrange a role for you in Zhou Mingqian's next film."
Jiang Qin didn't say anything more. She and her assistant quickened their pace and distanced themselves from Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen was only a few steps away from Xi Jia. Xi Jia calmly observed the man in front of her and finally understood why she had agreed to the marriage in the first place.
Nine times out of ten, she was attracted to him at first sight.
Mo Yushen turned around and pushed the suitcase away from the secretary.
Jiang Qin and her assistant walked by. Xi Jia glanced at them out of the corner of her eye and didn't recognize Jiang Qin, who was fully disguised.
Then, she turned her gaze to Mo Yushen.
She felt a little awkward facing this unfamiliar husband, but remembering that he knew her well, she tried to keep the conversation natural: "How long are you away on this business trip?"
Mo Yushen: "One week."
The two chatted as they left side by side.
The walk to the exit wasn't too long or too short, and the conversation was sporadic, mostly consisting of Xi Jia asking questions and Mo Yu Shen answering.
The first thing Xi Jia did after getting into the car was to pull down the back armrest, rest her elbows on it, prop her chin up, and casually look at the windshield, occasionally glancing at Mo Yuyin out of the corner of her eye.
The car drove smoothly, isolating all external noise. Inside, the only sound was Mo Yushen flipping through documents from time to time, followed by a 'whoosh' every few minutes.
The sound was crisp and clear.
Mo Yushen had already sensed Xi Jia's scrutinizing gaze. After reading the last page of the document, he opened his pen to sign it, "Speak your mind."
Xi Jia: "Nothing to say." She said in a half-joking tone, "I just want to take a few more glances at you so I don't forget about you again in a few days."
Mo Yushen closed his pen. He had learned from his father-in-law that Xi Jia had met with the director of Xinglan Film and Television today and submitted a script. He wondered what the outcome would be.
He asked with concern, "Was the script selected?"
Xi Jia coughed twice and said, half-jokingly, "I feel that the director probably has some feelings for me and deliberately rejected me in order to get my attention."
Mo Yushen turned his head: "Xi Jia."
"Um?"
Humility is a virtue.
Xi Jia gave a forced smile, "I think so too."
She pointed to the trunk and said, "There's a small suitcase in there with more than forty scripts. I'm just too modest and don't dare to flaunt my talent, which is why I haven't had them adapted into films or TV series."
Mo Yushen: "..."
He turned his head and looked out the window.
It was more than just speechless.
Xi Jia laughed and threw the script in her hand at him, "Here, this is it. The director didn't like it."
The script slipped from Mo Yushen's lap and fell to his feet.
Mo Yushen bent down to pick it up, flipped through a few pages, but he was an outsider and couldn't understand the intricacies.
The drama is called "Falling in Love with the Stars in the Deep Sea," which doesn't exactly inspire any desire to watch it.
Mo Yushen, rarely so talkative, offered advice: "Change the title of the play."
Xi Jia: "No change." She snatched the script from his hands, glanced at him sideways, and said, "You act like you know everything. What's wrong with my title?"
Mo Yushen never argued with women, and when she said she wouldn't change, he didn't say anything more.
More than an hour later, the car stopped in the villa's yard.
Xi Jia got out of the car, looked around, and felt a sense of déjà vu.
"How long have I lived here?" she asked Mo Yushen, turning to him.
Mo Yushen: "I come to stay here occasionally."
The trunk was opened, revealing two suitcases. One belonged to Mo Yushen, and the smaller one belonged to Xi Jia. Inside were not personal belongings, but her treasures: various scripts.
The driver pushed Mo Yushen's suitcase, while Mo Yushen carried the small suitcase. They entered the villa's elevator, and the driver pressed the button for the second floor, followed by the third floor.
In the blink of an eye, the elevator stopped on the second floor.
The driver pushed the suitcase out, and Xi Jia wanted to follow, but Mo Yushen stopped her, saying, "Let's go up to the third floor."
Xi Jia: "I live on the third floor?"
Mo Yushen nodded. "Mm."
He carried her suitcase to the room and placed it by the door. As he was about to turn and leave, Xi Jia looked at him and asked, "Do you have a business dinner tonight?"
Mo Yushen: "No."
Xi Jia knew that her marriage to Mo Yushen was an arranged one and that there was no affection between them. It turned out that not only did they have no feelings for each other, but they also lived separately after the marriage.
She asked in disbelief, "Even in my condition, you still want to marry me?"
Mo Yushen didn't answer this pointless question. He glanced at his watch; he had something else to discuss later. "If you need anything, contact the housekeeper or the maid. Their contact information is posted by your bedside."
Xi Jia watched his retreating figure, and asked, "Have you ever thought about divorcing me?"
She had long forgotten that she had signed a divorce agreement.
Mo Yushen paused for a moment, then stopped and turned to walk down the stairs.
Xi Jia nestled on the sofa, racking her brains for a long time, but there were still some things she couldn't figure out.
Downstairs in his study, Mo Yushen had just finished a video call and was about to handle other work when his phone rang. It was his friend Cheng Weiming.
"What's up?"
Mo Yushen: "I'm on the phone."
Cheng Weiming had no time for idle chatter with Mo Yushen. "Come here. Jiang Qin is courting death. She's already drunk a bottle of red wine, and then poured herself another glass. Nobody can stop her."
Mo Yushen: "Call Uncle Jiang."
Cheng Weimo sighed: "Well, we just threatened her like that, and she ended up splashing wine all over our faces."
His shirt wasn't spared either; he had just changed it.
They tried to scare her by saying she was a public figure and that getting drunk would damage her image, but she just said: "I don't care, who does my drinking bother!"
Cheng Weimo inquired, "Did the little girl really get dumped?"
"Um."
No wonder.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Weimo suggested, "Then you should still come over. She's already like this; if we scare her any further, wouldn't that be too inhumane?"
If she keeps drinking like this, someone will surely die.
Jiang Qin was only slightly wary of Mo Yushen; she would reluctantly agree to whatever he said.
Mo Yushen put down his work, grabbed his car keys, and went out.
When they arrived downstairs at the bar, they ran into Cheng Weimo.