Zhao Xiyin hummed in agreement, put her hands in her pockets, and walked a little further. Unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, "Teacher Su, when did you get married?"
"Twenty years old," Su Ying said frankly.
Zhao Xiyin was shocked. "This...so young."
Su Ying smiled. "I felt it was a good match, and I liked it, so we got married. I didn't think about age or my career. Whether I get married or not, I'll still dance. After thinking it through, what difference does it make?"
Zhao Xiyin lowered her head and smiled slightly.
Su Ying glanced at her and said, "Tell me about you, why did you suddenly get a marriage certificate?"
Zhao Xiyin smiled faintly, "It's not sudden. I was actually married once before and divorced. This is a remarriage."
Su Ying paused, her expression softening. "What does your husband do?"
"He served in the army, spending three years in Heilongjiang. His hometown is Xi'an. After retiring from the army, he stayed in Beijing to develop his career and is now doing business. He's always busy with something." Zhao Xiyin smiled modestly.
"Your sudden remarriage, Teacher Dai doesn't have any objections?"
"Her?" Zhao Xiyin thought for a moment and did not deny it. "My master does not really agree with me getting married at this critical juncture."
Su Ying retorted casually, "Based on my understanding of your master, she can't tolerate any dissent and dislikes anyone who dares to defy her. Aren't you afraid she'll get angry?"
Zhao Xiyin shook her head. "I like my husband more than I'm afraid of her."
“My husband has had a tough time, and I don’t want to leave him alone anymore. It’s a wonderful feeling. When I’m sleeping, I wonder if he’s not covered up with a blanket because he’s cold. When I’m eating, I wonder if he’s had any social engagements or if he’s drunk too much. When I see a beautiful view, I want to share it with him right away. I have someone to care about, and I have something to look forward to. I love him so much, so very much.”
A cold wind brushed against her face, and her breath drifted out in thin white mist. As Zhao Xiyin spoke, her eyes seemed to sparkle with stars, their light shimmering endlessly.
Su Ying, half-joking and half-seriously, found her words amusing and asked, "What kind of 'especially like'?"
Zhao Xiyin quickly replied, "I want to share a bed with him, have children with him, give him a home, and spend the rest of my life with him. I can't live without him in this life."
What should have been a sour, sentimental remark, spoken by lovers, sounded utterly sincere and heartfelt. Su Ying stared at her, momentarily forgetting to look away.
Zhao Xiyin blinked, seemingly embarrassed, "What's wrong, Sister Ying?"
Su Ying smiled faintly, "Seeing you reminds me of my husband."
Zhao Xiyin's mind wasn't quick enough to tell whether this was a compliment or an insult.
The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant when a video call notification popped up on her phone.
Zhou Qishen would video chat with her at this time every day. Out of tacit understanding, Zhao Xiyin suddenly had a whim and raised her phone, "Sister Ying, want to see my husband?"
Su Ying lowered her gaze to the screen.
Zhao Xiyin naturally pressed the answer button.
The image appears, and the picture quality is clear.
But Zhou Qishen, shirtless and with his handsome face contorted with sleekness, stood lazily in front of the master bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window, his voice low and pleading, "Little Zhao, how about I tell you 'Billion-Dollar Passion, The President's Contract Mistress' today? Or would you like to hear 'The Fierce Husband's Sweet Wife'?"
Zhao Xiyin: "..."
Su Ying: "..."
Zhao Xiyin realized what was happening and hurriedly hung up the phone. Her phone felt like a hot potato; she wished she could throw it back to Beijing and knock this stinky jerk unconscious.
Su Ying straightened her expression and sincerely remarked, "Your husband... well, he's quite special."
Zhao Xiyin: "..."
All she wants to do right now is find a hole to crawl into.
Chapter 84 A Lifetime of Passion (1)
Zhao Xiyin was genuinely anxious to explain, "He usually has a lot of work pressure, so he relaxes more at home. He's actually a very good person and doesn't often act so irresponsibly."
Su Ying frowned, thought for a moment, and reminded her, "It's not often, but it's already quite impressive."
Zhao Xiyin burst out laughing.
The two walked side by side for a while before returning along the same route.
Su Ying said, "Now that I know so many of your secrets, aren't you afraid I'll post something on Weibo and tell the reporters or something?"
Zhao Xiyin shook her head. "I'm not afraid. I know you have a lot of private matters to deal with. If I were a reporter, I would probably prefer to report on you."
Su Ying was stunned for a moment, then they met each other's gaze and smiled softly.
At the hotel entrance, Su Ying suddenly called her name, "Xiao Zhao."
"Um?"
“I didn’t like you much before; that was my prejudice. We’re not destined to work together, but I still wish you all the best.” Su Ying’s attitude remained calm, but when she looked at me, you could feel her sincerity and peace. She said, “Perhaps there are some things you don’t like to hear, but I still want to tell you that people’s hearts are fickle, and there aren’t that many ‘assumptions’ and ‘what you think’.”
After a pause, Su Ying spoke frankly, "When signing the contract with Teacher Dai, keep things separate and don't let emotions get the better of you. Find a professional lawyer and go through the terms carefully. If she truly cares about you, she will definitely understand and support you."
After saying that, Su Ying went back to her room, while Zhao Xiyin stood there for a long time without moving.
On the seventh day of filming, as planned, the other dancers from the troupe flew to Qinghai to begin filming the group scenes. Zhao Xiyin was freezing cold at the filming location, and it was Cen Yue who took the initiative to find her, giving her a big hug, "Zhao Xigua! You've lost weight!"
Zhao Xiyin could barely stand. "Hey, hey, hey, help me up."
Cen Yue was bundled up very tightly. "My God, it's so cold here, and you've been filming for so many days?"
Zhao Xiyin used the back of her hand to cool Cen Yue's neck, and Cen Yue screamed and jumped away, "You stinky watermelon!"