After a Contractual Romance with the Scumbag Movie Queen - Chapter 75 (FINALE)

Exhausted from the previous night’s exertions, Qi Puzhi collapsed into her tent and slept like the dead, completely oblivious to the events unfolding outside.

For instance, Jiang Tian woke up, saw the trending hashtags, and used her financial influence to have them removed.

Or how Jiang Tian quietly addressed the live stream audience, asking them to be considerate of Teacher Qi and refrain from spreading discussions further, because she was genuinely worried that her wife’s already battered heart couldn’t handle another wave of public backlash.

Meanwhile, Qi Puzhi slept straight through until noon without any signs of waking.

It wasn’t until Jiang Tian estimated she had slept enough and went to rouse her for lunch that she finally stirred.

Jiang Tian entered the tent, gently shaking her a couple of times, but Qi Puzhi remained deep in slumber, looking so peaceful that Jiang Tian couldn’t help but smile.

She picked up the clothes beside her and, with some difficulty, began dressing Qi Puzhi piece by piece, like tending to a sleepy child.

Even as she was turned this way and that, Qi Puzhi still didn’t wake.

Only then did Jiang Tian realize she might have gone too hard the night before.

But she felt no guilt whatsoever.

Qi Puzhi had already been sore all over, and after such deep sleep, her body felt even boneless, like a warm, pliant creature.

Jiang Tian’s heart softened at the sight. She pinched Qi Puzhi’s chin and kissed her awake, so thoroughly that Qi Puzhi didn’t even have time to muster any morning grumpiness.

Yet, the two of them remained silent, mutually continuing their cold war as if last night’s lapse had never happened.

After lunch, Qi Puzhi idly scrolled through Weibo, habitually checking the trending list. Finding no strange topics, she sighed in relief.

Little did she know, there was no such thing as peaceful serenity. It was all her wife’s financial power shielding her from the storm.

When she got up to fetch water, the sudden movement tugged at her sore waist and legs.

Qi Puzhi couldn’t help but feel indignant.

This woman had ruthlessly worn her out last night, and now she wasn’t saying a single word? How cold.

Rubbing her waist, Qi Puzhi stewed in growing irritation.

Then, mid-step on her way to get water, she paused.

Changing direction, she strode straight toward Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian was sitting farther from the other guests, absorbed in her phone, seemingly indifferent.

It reminded Qi Puzhi of a scene from a dating show they’d watched together, where a certain award-winning actor ignored his wife after a fight, silently scrolling through his phone.

A pang of grievance pricked at her.

Without a word, Qi Puzhi turned and sat directly on Jiang Tian’s lap.

Jiang Tian blinked in surprise, looking up at her before setting her phone aside.

Qi Puzhi remained silent but took Jiang Tian’s hand and placed it on her own waist demanding, through action, that she massage it for her.

A faint smile flickered in Jiang Tian’s eyes as she obliged, kneading away the soreness.

Qi Puzhi had initially sat with perfect posture, radiating dignified displeasure.

But after just a few strokes, she melted, resting her head against Jiang Tian’s shoulder.

She sighed inwardly at her body’s betrayal.

Jiang Tian gazed down at her at the flutter of her lashes with each press, at the blooming red marks on her collarbone, like scattered plum blossoms.

Every inch of Qi Puzhi was unbearably alluring to her. How was she supposed to resist?

So Jiang Tian tilted her head and kissed her.

Qi Puzhi had come looking for a fight but ended up thoroughly taken advantage of.

At least on the surface, she was at a loss. After secretly enjoying the kiss, she decided to cut her losses and leave, only for Jiang Tian to wrap an arm around her waist, trapping her in place.

“Wife,” Jiang Tian murmured, amusement in her voice as her fingers brushed Qi Puzhi’s cheek. “Let’s stop the cold war, alright?”

Qi Puzhi paused, then arched a brow, her dark eyes meeting Jiang Tian’s. “Oh? So you’re agreeing to my terms now?”

Jiang Tian picked up her phone, turned on the screen, and showed it to her. “I just reimagined the MV. What do you think of this idea.”

The concept brilliantly incorporated Qi Puzhi’s previous stroke of genius while adding fresh, innovative twists.

Most importantly, this way, Qi Puzhi wouldn’t have to go diving.

“How is it?” Jiang Tian gently smoothed Qi Puzhi’s wind-tousled long hair, her ethereal face filled with obedient anticipation, waiting for her wife’s verdict.

Qi Puzhi gazed at her without speaking.

Just as Jiang Tian began to wonder if something was wrong, the woman on top of her curled her lips into a breathtakingly beautiful smile, leaned down, and kissed her, openly praising, “Darling, how are you so brilliant?”

In the midst of deciding who would compromise, Jiang Tian had proposed a new solution,

Using her intelligence to not just solve but transcend the problem itself.

After basking in Qi Puzhi’s praise, Jiang Tian hinted meaningfully, as if savoring the moment, “The inspiration came from last night.”

Qi Puzhi: “…”

Suddenly, her waist felt even sorer.

Pretending she hadn’t heard that remark, she tried to get off Jiang Tian’s lap, but Jiang Tian tightened her arms, holding her firmly in place.

So Qi Puzhi simply settled in and took a nap in that position.

The young couple, having reconciled after their cold war, returned to their usual sweetness.

Some comments popped up,

[Actually, even during the cold war, they were this sweet. Haven’t they always been at maximum sugar levels?]

It was almost enough to give viewers cavities. Others chimed in.

[I’m kind of curious what they’ll be like in three or five years. Can they really maintain this level?]

[Love always transitions from passionate romance to the quiet steadiness of everyday life.]

[But two-plus years isn’t short. Usually, the honeymoon phase lasts about half a year to a year.]

“Ah, home is still the best.”

The moment Qi Puzhi stepped inside, she flopped onto the sofa, rolled over, and lay motionless.

Though the show had only lasted three short days, so much had happened.

Teacher Qi knew her image would never be the same again.

Hearing her say this, Jiang Tian couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not a bad thing.”

Though she couldn’t help feeling a little jealous that the whole world now got to see just how sweet and adorable Qi Puzhi could be.

But that was trivial. Her wife was born to be showered with love.

After lying there for a while, Qi Puzhi sat up.

Watching Jiang Tian open the suitcase as if to start unpacking, she couldn’t resist saying, “Don’t worry about that yet, okay?”

“Hmm?” Jiang Tian looked up at her, puzzled.

Qi Puzhi spread her arms and raised a brow with a smile. “Come here and let me hold you.”

Jiang Tian’s lips curved, and she immediately set down whatever was in her hands, walking over to the sofa in a few strides and letting the woman pull her into a comfortable embrace.

Qi Puzhi’s nose filled with the delicate fragrance of Jiang Tian’s hair. She lowered her head to kiss the top of her head and murmured softly, “So annoying. I like you so much today, too.”

Jiang Tian laughed quietly in her arms.

“What can we do? Then be annoyed every day.” She feigned smugness, though her voice was tender. “Like me every day.”

Qi Puzhi held her tighter without responding.

After a moment, she said, “Every time I’m in this house that belongs only to the two of us, holding you like this, I feel.”

She paused, then continued, “I feel like I can have you forever.”

Jiang Tian wrapped her arms tighter around her neck, pressing her lips close to Qi Puzhi’s ear, her breath warm as she whispered, “It’s more than just a feeling.”

“Jiejie” she said. “I’ll always be your puppy.”

At sixteen, the words she couldn’t and didn’t dare to say, she spoke them to Qi Puzhi at twenty-four.

Qi Puzhi’s lashes trembled, her fingers clutching Jiang Tian’s clothes tightly.

A soft “Mm” escaped her lips.

(Three years later)

“You can’t reach Jiang Tian?” Zhang Hua was on the phone with a renowned music producer. “That’s normal, Qi Puzhi is filming in a remote mountain forest with no signal.”

A pause on the other end. “What does that have to do with anything? I’m not looking for Qi.”

Zhang Hua sighed helplessly. “The connection is that wherever Qi Puzhi is, Jiang Tian will be there too. Let’s discuss the collaboration after they return. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Before hanging up, Zhang Hua heard the producer mutter something like, “So clingy.”

She wanted to mutter the same thing. Why are they so clingy?!

The Jiang Tian who stood at the pinnacle of the Chinese music industry had recently rushed through several sleepless nights to finish her scheduled work.

Then, without looking back, she set off to endure the hardships of the remote mountains with her wife.

Don’t ask it had been over half a month without any contact, and she was nearly going insane.

That day, Qi Puzhi finished filming at nine in the evening.

With no signal in the area, she and Jiang Tian hadn’t been in touch for nearly twenty days.

Not even a call or text. In their five years together, they had never experienced this before.

Especially after both had reached the peak of their careers, they no longer pushed themselves as hard, choosing instead to spend more time together and enjoy life.

They were practically inseparable.

But Qi Puzhi loved this script too much.

Tonight, the moon was exceptionally round. Qi Puzhi paused before entering her lodging, gazing at it for a long moment.

Her heart ached with loneliness.

Yet the moment she opened the door to her room, a familiar fragrance enveloped her, and she was pulled into a soft embrace.

Qi Puzhi froze.

Only when Jiang Tian’s fierce kiss landed did she snap back to reality. Before she could speak, she was lost in the entanglement of their lips.

They made their way to the bathroom. Two hours later, they finally had the leisure to talk.

Qi Puzhi rested her hand on Jiang Tian’s shoulder, lazily nuzzling into the crook of her neck. The movement sent ripples across the bathwater.

“How long can you stay?”

Jiang Tian lowered her head, pressing lingering kisses into her hair. “Until you wrap up filming. I’ll leave with you.”

“Really?” Qi Puzhi lifted her head abruptly, her misty eyes brightening.

Jiang Tian gazed at her, lips curving as she gently pinched her cheek. “Of course.”

“But I still have at least two months here. What about your work?” Qi Puzhi hesitated.

“It’s fine. Writing songs is work too.” Jiang Tian adjusted her hold, pulling her closer, murmuring with closed eyes, “I missed you so much”

Only with her in her arms did she feel at ease.

Qi Puzhi hugged her back just as tightly. How could she not have missed her too?

So Jiang Tian stayed with the crew.

During the day, while Qi Puzhi filmed, Jiang Tian sat on a lounge chair nearby, scribbling lyrics and melodies in a notebook, occasionally stealing glances at her wife’s radiant, captivating presence on set.

Often, she’d get so lost in watching that she’d forget to write, resulting in little progress on her songs but an intimate familiarity with the film’s plot.

When Qi Puzhi took breaks between scenes, Jiang Tian provided services like kisses, hugs, encouragement, and praise.

Though the two tried to keep a low profile, they still managed to blind the crew with their affection.

The director, sensing an opportunity, seized the moment to ask Jiang Tian to compose a song for the film.

Over the years, Jiang Tian had written songs for several films, all of which were well-received. However, she prioritized quality over quantity, so such collaborations were rare and serendipitous.

The director had been uncertain when she first approached Jiang Tian, but to her surprise, Jiang Tian agreed without hesitation.

Her initial joy was short-lived when she suddenly realized a problem,

Every film Jiang Tian had written songs for starred Qi Puzhi.

The director suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Then she glanced over and saw her lead actress taking a break, her hands seemingly useless as she sipped from a drink held by her wife, who even guided the straw to her lips.

Oh, and the lead actress had recently developed an aversion to drinking water, requiring her wife to coax her into taking a few extra sips.

The director’s headache intensified.

How could a couple married for five years act like newly smitten lovers barely two days into their relationship?

These moments were inevitably captured by the behind-the-scenes cameras, later sparking a new wave of online adoration, though that’s a story for another time.

“Cut.”

Another flawless take.

Qi Puzhi lifted her gaze toward the lounge chair nearby.

There sat a woman who, compared to five years ago, had blossomed into an even more breathtaking and ethereal beauty, her mature charm now undeniable. She held a pen, scribbling something in a notebook.

The day was warm and bright, the gentle sunlight casting a soft halo around her, as if a deity had descended.

Sensing the gaze, she looked up. The moment her eyes met Qi Puzhi’s, her lips curved into a mesmerizing smile, her dimples deepening.

Her lips moved slightly, the shape unmistakably forming the word “wife.”

Qi Puzhi stared at her, her eyes suddenly stinging.

The scene was too beautiful, too tender.

It filled her with a powerful premonition,

They would belong to each other like this for many, many years to come. Perhaps even for eternity.

(The End)