Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 82

Under the dim light, the screen of the mobile phone discarded by the bedside lit up.

The message notification sounds came one after another. Su Mi, forced to sit up, showed a hint of impatience as she reached over to grab the phone.

Guan Yue, who was catching her breath, saw Su Mi’s brows furrowing deeper and deeper. She gathered some strength to lean over and take a look, seeing the following content:

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Immediately after, Guan Yue heard her own phone receive messages. She picked it up and found the exact same information.

“Why is the director sending us this?”

Moreover, these messages seemed nonsensical. Was there any connection?

Su Mi put down the phone and set it to silent, her long arm reaching out to pull the person back into her embrace. “It’s probably a mass text. When people get older, they inevitably worry too much.”

Guan Yue, kissed into a daze, stammered: “Is… is that so? Then what if you get older?”

The air went silent for a moment. Guan Yue vaguely felt something was wrong.

“Guan Yue, are you already disliking me for being old?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

Meanwhile, the “worrisome” director sat on her bed and let out a loud sneeze.

Time passed day by day in the busy life of the production crew. The bandage on Su Mi’s hand had been removed, and the wound was visibly healing.

Although many accidents had occurred on set, the filming progress of the movie remained largely on track. The plot of The Jade Waist Slave was also nearing its end.

After the mother and daughter of the Duan family had parted on bad terms that day, they had not met for a long time.

At the same time, Duan Yuebai became busy, leaving early and returning late every day. Qi Youwei knew she couldn’t help much, so she put all her effort into accompanying her.

But this peace was eventually broken.

One day, Duan Yuebai returned home as usual, but upon seeing Qi Youwei, she pulled her straight outside.

The front door wasn’t closed, and a car with its engine running could be seen parked on the street. Occasionally, rickshaw pullers carrying passengers brushed past.

“It’s so late, where are we going?” Qi Youwei asked.

“Not ‘we,’ just you.” Duan Yuebai’s face looked weary. “You take the boat to Qing’an first. I’ll come find you as soon as I finish my work here.”

Hearing this, Qi Youwei refused to go. She stopped. “Where are you throwing me away to? Why can’t I go with you?”

“I still have things to do at the trading house. I can’t leave yet. Once I’m done, I’ll come over immediately,” Duan Yuebai explained.

“Then I’ll stay and wait for you,” Qi Youwei said, turning to head back.

Duan Yuebai quickly held her back. “But having you here will distract me.”

She knew exactly what words would sway Qi Youwei. The latter indeed hesitated because of this. Qi Youwei’s greatest fear was becoming a burden, she didn’t want to hold Duan Yuebai back.

So, under Duan Yuebai’s repeated promises, she was sent into the car.

Duan Yuebai watched the vehicle gradually disappear into the night after turning a street corner.

Orange stood aside, wiping her eyes. “Eldest Miss, will I ever see Miss Qi again?”

Duan Yuebai didn’t answer, only staring at the empty road ahead.

In a world of floating duckweed during chaotic times, even livelihood was an issue, let alone business. Duan Yuebai had seen the chaos and poverty of the people, she had seen the inhumane kneeling and flattery. She was determined to use her limited strength to help a group of people find another path.

However, this path was too dangerous and difficult; she didn’t want Qi Youwei to follow her into danger.

Just as Duan Yuebai was about to return, a moon-colored skirt fluttered out from that dark street corner, followed by a familiar, anxious face.

Duan Yuebai subconsciously stepped forward, catching the “moonlight” in a full embrace.

The usually dignified and steady Duan Yuebai showed a rare moment of confusion. “Why did you come back?”

Qi Youwei loosened her hold slightly and looked up into her eyes, breathless from running.

“Lately, I’ve often wondered, do you only see me as someone who needs protection? Do you think, as Mrs. Duan said, that I stay by your side in these chaotic times only because I crave your family status and wealth?”

Qi Youwei rarely spoke so firmly. Her eyes were not soft and timid as usual, instead, they seemed tempered with sparks, burning and hot.

“I have never craved those things. Yuebai, the one I crave has always been you.” Qi Youwei moved closer, her hand climbing up Duan Yuebai’s arm.

“Since I was a child, every path I took was arranged by others. I did whatever they needed me to do. But I don’t want to do that anymore.”

Duan Yuebai’s eyes held the reflection of the person before her. She asked gently, “Then what do you want now?”

“Yuebai, I want to be with you for a long, long time. Simply because I want to, and for no other reason.” Qi Youwei’s voice rang out firmly in the night.

Duan Yuebai’s eyes grew warm. She leaned her forehead against the other’s and whispered tremulously, “Okay.”

The lovers whispered their feelings under the night sky, with the bright moon and blue stone tiles as their witnesses.

Ultimately, Qi Youwei did not leave. She began staying by Duan Yuebai’s side to work. She was smart and could handle the trading house’s affairs after being taught only once.

Duan Yuebai didn’t tell her what she was doing in the shadows, but she didn’t hide it either. The two shared a tacit understanding.

One day, after Qi Youwei finished her work, she saw a car waiting at the door. The person waiting outside said they were to take her to a place where the Eldest Miss was waiting.

Qi Youwei agreed immediately, but as she was about to get in, she said she had forgotten something and needed to go back.

She turned around calmly, her hand clutching her purse tightly. Once she sensed the driver and the waiter hadn’t followed, she entered the trading house and ran toward the back door as soon as she was out of sight.

She knew Duan Yuebai would never send two strangers to pick her up. These two were definitely suspicious.

Unfortunately, the people outside realized something was wrong. After her figure disappeared, they rushed in, searching everywhere for her.

Gasping for air, Qi Youwei ran to the back door. She observed the situation through the glass. Confirming it was safe, she was about to open the door when she felt a gust of wind behind her head, followed by a dull pain. The world went dark.

Her pale hand landed on the door handle, pressed down slightly, and then slowly let go, like a bird with broken wings crashing to the ground.

On the other side, Duan Yuebai held an exquisitely wrapped gift box containing a pair of custom-made bracelets she had ordered some time ago. She had finally picked them up.

She could already imagine the look of joy on the other’s face. Full of anticipation, she quickened her pace to pick her up.

According to the director’s arrangement, The Jade Waist Slave filmed two versions of the ending. One was bright and warm, the other was fiery and high-spirited. No one knew which one she would use.

On the day the ending was filmed, a mysterious old lady visited the set. She sat in a wheelchair, her silver hair perfectly styled. She wore a well-tailored velvet qipao with a pearl shawl draped over her shoulders, elegant and beautiful.

The director showed great respect toward her and introduced the two lead actresses. Su Mi and Guan Yue, still in their costumes, stood before her as if they were meeting someone from their own era.

The old lady looked at them through her lenses with a hint of relief and emotion. A smile appeared on her wrinkled face. “Truly two beautiful girls, even better looking than in the photos.”

The director didn’t elaborate on the old lady’s identity, and the visitor left quickly, as if she had only come to take a look at them.

Looking at the old lady’s departing back, Guan Yue suddenly remembered a rumor she saw online saying this script was adapted from a true story, though the crew had never officially responded.

Thinking Su Mi might have a wider network, she asked her.

“Su Mi, do you know who that old lady was?”

“I don’t know. Why?” Su Mi answered decisively.

Guan Yue, her curiosity stifled, felt a bit bored. “Nothing, just curious.”

Only a few scattered shots and scenes remained. Not only was the pressure on the leads greatly reduced, but the director’s filming schedule also became much lighter.

Today, Su Mi finished early and stayed on set to wait for Guan Yue.

Guan Yue was reshooting a scene alone with “Mrs. Duan.” Su Mi again sensed a bit of distraction in her emotions, even her performance felt blocked. The director noticed it too and called for a retake.

Fortunately, Guan Yue adjusted in the second take.

Su Mi then remembered what she had forgotten to ask earlier. On their way back, Su Mi asked her about the performance issues she had when facing Mrs. Duan.

“Oh, I just don’t like Mrs. Duan’s lines,” Guan Yue said dismissively.

Su Mi didn’t quite believe it. She didn’t think lines alone could make Guan Yue daze like that.