Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 78

“I’m sorry, Sister Guan, I went to the wrong room.” The young assistant walked quickly to Guan Yue and solemnly handed over the items in her hand.

Guan Yue found her attitude somewhat mysterious, but she had lost the capacity for deep thought due to extreme exhaustion. “Thanks for the hard work. I’ll head down in a bit.”

The assistant nodded repeatedly, desperate to leave. She was terrified that another person might suddenly appear behind her boss, this was not a grand scene she could handle easily.

Guan Yue took the bag and closed the door. With her eyes half-closed, she felt her way along the wall. She dropped the bag on the floor halfway and fumbled for the bathroom entrance. Pushing the door open, a wave of moist, hot steam hit her, forcing her eyes open.

Through the hazy mist, she saw Su Mi’s cool, elegant face, dark hair, red lips, and light eyes veiled beneath long lashes.

“Why are you here?” Guan Yue stared blankly as the other woman approached.

“Where else should I be?” Su Mi casually tied up her damp hair, her brow furrowing slightly. “I thought it hadn’t been fifteen minutes yet.”

She had actually sped up her hair-washing routine.

“Naturally, you should be in your own.” Guan Yue suddenly cut herself off. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the steam covered mirror, catching a faint glimpse of her reflection.

The pajamas she was wearing clearly weren’t hers. She stepped back and looked around the room. The layout was the same, but the placement of objects was all wrong.

The memories previously sealed by exhaustion began to sprout like bamboo shoots after a rain, leaving Guan Yue stunned in place.

This wasn’t her room.

Su Mi walked over and touched her cheek. “Why that startled look again? Don’t tell me you want to use the same rhetoric twice.”

Her tone carried a hint of danger and a subtle warning.

“Of course not,” Guan Yue retorted. “Do I look like that kind of person?”

Su Mi gave her a thoughtful, lingering look, seemingly hesitating to speak.

Noticing the attitude, Guan Yue turned her head with a huff, refusing to bicker. Her gaze fell upon the bag she had just dropped on the floor, and her expression turned dazed.

Noticing the change in expression, Su Mi walked out to see what she was looking at and spotted the unfamiliar bag. “Where did that come from?”

She didn’t remember having such a bag in her room. Just as she was about to inspect its contents, Guan Yue suddenly spoke up.

“I’m doomed.”

Su Mi turned back. “What do you mean ‘doomed’?”

“I’m finished, finished, finished,” Guan Yue became restless. “That was the clothing Xiao Yang just brought up for me.”

Su Mi remembered the assistant surnamed Yang. Seeing Guan Yue look as if the sky had fallen, she asked, “Did she deliver to the wrong room?”

“No,” Guan Yue bit her lip, then released it, saying with forced seriousness, “Tell me… if I explain to her that we just swapped rooms to sleep last night, do you think she’ll believe it?”

Su Mi looked at her flatly. “What do you think?”

Guan Yue hesitated. “Maybe… she would?”

Su Mi narrowed her eyes. “Guan Yue, do I really make it that hard for you to hold your head up in front of others?”

“Of course not,” Guan Yue mumbled. She hurried over to pick up the bag and walked to the living room, beginning to pick out her own belongings and clothes from the chaotic mess left from the previous night.

Seeing that Guan Yue didn’t want to continue the topic, Su Mi stood there for a moment before walking over to help her sort through the items.

The two had truly gone wild on the sofa for a long time yesterday. Items were scattered everywhere, though most belonged to Guan Yue.

As Guan Yue bent over to pick things up, her waist felt sore and weak. She accidentally collapsed into a kneeling position on the sofa. In a fit of sudden resentment, she turned to glare at Su Mi, then quickly turned back before Su Mi could look over.

Unaware, Su Mi picked up an item and handed it to her. Guan Yue snatched it away with a palpable sense of grievance.

Su Mi: “?”

Soon, Guan Yue had gathered everything in her arms. Su Mi intended to walk her to the room next door, but Guan Yue refused.

“Don’t you have any common sense? Hurry up and blow-dry your hair, or you’ll get facial paralysis,” Guan Yue glanced at her damp hair, muttering under her breath, “That face is cold enough as it is. If it actually freezes up, it’ll be even colder. Who would want you then?”

Thus, Su Mi only saw her to the door before returning to dry her hair.

After getting ready, Su Mi received a call from Sister Yu before heading out. Sister Yu’s voice sounded alert, likely having worked through the night again.

The call was to inform Su Mi that she would need to take two days off from the film set in a week to attend a brand event.

This event had been scheduled months ago and was only being moved up slightly. Sister Yu had already communicated with the directing team.

Sister Yu had intended to tell her last night, but Su Mi’s phone had gone unanswered.

“Okay, I understand,” Su Mi said, offering no explanation as to why she hadn’t picked up the phone.

After finishing the business talk, Sister Yu relaxed and chatted about other matters before hanging up.

On the other side, Guan Yue rushed through her morning routine. When she went downstairs, she saw her assistant waiting at the door as usual. The assistant greeted her normally.

Guan Yue, however, felt uneasy. She wanted to speak several times but didn’t know what to say.

How could she explain appearing in the neighboring room early in the morning without it sounding fake?

She carried this worry all the way to the set. After getting out of the car, the assistant helped carry her things as they walked toward the filming area.

Passing through a secluded spot, the assistant suddenly lowered her voice: “Sister Guan, don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”

She even made a zipping motion over her mouth.

This single sentence blocked all the excuses Guan Yue had been rehearsing.

To deny the relationship would be against her conscience, to admit it felt hollow since they hadn’t officially confirmed anything. It was a frustratingly blank situation.

Finally, Guan Yue could only say dryly, “Actually, it’s not what you think. While things are a bit like that, it’s not entirely like that. She and I aren’t in that kind of relationship. Do you understand?”

Assistant: “Huh?” So which “that” is it?

“Ugh, never mind, forget it,” Guan Yue said, annoying herself.

The need to explain that she and Su Mi weren’t involved made her feel inexplicably irritable.

When the director saw her two lead actresses that day, though nothing was visible to the naked eye, the invisible wall between them seemed to have shattered. The subtle, indescribable sense of intimacy had returned.

Noticing this, she couldn’t help but remark to the assistant director: “Young girls really are adorable. Problems that aren’t really problems just disappear.”

This nonsensical, illogical comment resulted in the assistant director shooing her away with a script, telling her she was busy preparing for the next shot.

The director adjusted her appearance and returned to her station.

“Xiao Su, I received word from your manager last night. I know the situation. I’ll grant the leave, but it means you’ll have to work a bit harder over the next few days.”

Due to the rain over the past two days, the production had fallen behind. The production cycle was limited, and every day of delay was a waste of money.

Su Mi: “Yes, I understand.”

The director loved Su Mi, she had no ego, acted brilliantly, and had a great temperament. Her fondness for the actress grew even more.

The scenes scheduled for today included parts for both Su Mi and Guan Yue, which the director moved to the front of the schedule.

[The Script Scene]

After Duan Yuebai took her away from the old manor, the two enjoyed a period of undisturbed peace. But soon, the tranquility beneath the facade was broken.

Foreign invasions and the fall of leased territories meant the original owners of the land began to lose their rights and dignity. The situation worsened, heading toward an inevitable crossroads.

Madame Duan personally tracked down her daughter’s residence.

When the two came downstairs, they saw the elegantly dressed Madame Duan sitting in the primary seat. She didn’t even look at them as they approached.

A butler stood nearby serving tea.

“Have you played enough during this time?” The stern Madame Duan took the teacup from the butler. “If you’ve played enough, come back with me and get married. I won’t touch this woman, if you want to keep her as a pet, then keep her.”

“Mother, what do you mean by this?” Duan Yuebai felt Qi Youwei’s body trembling with tension and tightened her grip on her hand.

Madame Duan rose slowly and walked to her daughter. “I’ve thought it through these past days. Men and women are the same. Since I want you to hold the power of the Duan family’s future, I should be more ‘lenient’ with you regarding matters of romance. I believe the eldest son of the Li family will feel the same way.”

“Are you planning to treat me like another version of Father? Do you think the Li family will be as generous as you, tolerating Father taking so many concubines?” Duan Yuebai let out a cold laugh.

Slap!

Duan Yuebai was struck, her face turning aside. Sharp red finger marks quickly appeared on her porcelain skin.

Qi Youwei was startled and rushed to check her face. She sobbed as she looked at Madame Duan, “I’m sorry, Madame. If you want to hit someone, hit me. Don’t hit Yuebai.”

Madame Duan looked at Qi Youwei instantly. However, before she could speak, Duan Yuebai pulled the girl behind her protectively.

“Yuebai, how much true heart can there be in this chaotic world? Are you certain this person is with you for who you are, and not just clinging to you for your prominent family, wealth, and power?” Madame Duan said earnestly.

Duan Yuebai: “There is no need for you to worry about this. We live well here. Moreover, I have not neglected the business of the trading house.”

“Duan Yuebai, why do you think you can still live safely here? It’s because of the Duan family!” Madame Duan’s words were heartbreaking. “Do you know what the world is like outside? By marrying into the Li family, we gain a connection to the military. That is the only way to protect the Duan family at a critical moment! Do you understand?!”

Duan Yuebai clenched her fists. “I know the situation perfectly well. But the Li family is nothing but a lapdog for the puppet government. If we tie ourselves to them, we might get a moment of peace, but we will only die more miserably in the end. Mother, when will you understand this?”

“You!”

“Madame, the doctor said you shouldn’t get angry. Eldest Miss, please say a few words less.”

This confrontation eventually ended with mother and daughter parting on bad terms.

It was also the first time Qi Youwei realized that the pressure the person beside her faced day and night was far more than she had imagined.

Many things were quietly changing.

“Cut! This take is good. Hard work, everyone!” the director shouted through her megaphone.

Su Mi stood there waiting for the makeup artist to handle the “bruise” makeup on her face, but she noticed Guan Yue, who was also getting a touch-up, seemed a bit distracted.

Actually, during the acting, Su Mi had sensed a lapse in focus right after Madame Duan delivered the lines questioning Qi Youwei’s motives. It was subtle, noticed only by Su Mi, and Guan Yue had recovered quickly.

With so many people around, it wasn’t easy to ask.

Su Mi intended to find an opportunity later, but she didn’t expect to be so busy. Once things got moving, many things were overlooked, and she eventually forgot about the minor incident.

Because Su Mi was taking two days off, her work schedule for the next few days was essentially “early starts and late finishes.”

It rained occasionally, but fortunately, the rain wasn’t heavy and caused no damage, so filming continued.

Over the week, the interaction between Su Mi and Guan Yue plummeted. Su Mi often finished late at night, sometimes in the early hours, just to make up for the lost time. Returning late, she naturally didn’t want to disturb Guan Yue, who was also exhausted from filming.

And so came the day Su Mi was set to leave.

She planned to depart immediately after finishing work that afternoon. While returning to the dressing room to change, she was told by a makeup artist that Guan Yue was already inside.

There were two changing stalls. Looking at the closed door, she placed her hand on it as if guided by a whim.

The door actually opened.

Guan Yue, inside, was startled. She frantically gathered her scattered clothes into a pile. Just as she was about to scream, someone wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and muffled her cry.

“Why don’t you lock the door when you’re changing? What if the person who walked in today wasn’t me?” Su Mi felt this was a very bad habit.

Guan Yue indignantly pulled the other’s hand away from her mouth and whispered a protest: “You pervert! No one else would just randomly open my door except you!”

Having already been called a “pervert,” Su Mi decided to live up to the name. She turned Guan Yue’s face with one hand and kissed her on the lips. “Remember to lock the door next time.”

Because she had been interrupted by the “pervert,” the side zipper of Guan Yue’s dress wasn’t closed. Su Mi helped smooth out the sky-blue dress and pulled up the zipper at her waist.

The well-tailored garment highlighted Guan Yue’s perfect waistline and proportions.

Having calmed down, Guan Yue looked at her. “Leaving now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back in two days,” Su Mi said plainly. “Will you miss me?”

Guan Yue gave her a nudge. “Who would miss you? It’s better if you don’t come back at all.”

Su Mi chuckled and let go. “I’m going to change.”

By the time Su Mi emerged from the adjacent stall in her own clothes, Guan Yue had already returned to the set. Su Mi didn’t go looking for her; she headed straight out, where Xiao Xin and the driver were waiting.

An hour later.

On the set, Guan Yue was rehearsing with other actors when she suddenly heard a commotion nearby. Someone shouted loudly for the “Director.”

Soon, the director’s face turned grim, and she stepped outside to make a phone call.

Guan Yue lost interest in rehearsing and walked over to her assistant. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

The assistant, who was looking at her phone with a worried frown, quickly hid the device when she saw Guan Yue and gave a forced smile. “Nothing at all.”

Guan Yue looked at her strangely and reached for her own phone, but the assistant suddenly interrupted her.

“Sister Guan, are you hungry? Thirsty?”

“Neither.”

“Are you cold?”

“I’m not cold or hot. Don’t say another word, or I’ll dock your pay even if it violates labor laws.”

Guan Yue got her phone and unlocked it. Countless notifications flooded in. She froze for a second, then clicked on one at random.

She read them one after another.

Suddenly, a hand covered her phone screen. She looked up at her anxious assistant.

Guan Yue tried to hear what the assistant was saying, and what the people around her were whispering, but she couldn’t hear them. The words on the screen, however, were terrifyingly clear.

Even if she closed her eyes, they appeared vividly in her mind.

In the next moment, everyone on set saw a figure in a sky-blue dress running unsteadily toward the exit.