After Breaking Up, I Married A Top Alpha Movie Star And Fell In Love - Chapter 6

Brushing past each other, dropping to one knee.

Shen Miaoyin knit her brows, her gaze revealing doubt as she spoke softly, “But I’ve never heard Qiuqiu mention you.”

“Would you really carry a secret crush on someone for ten years?”

Hearing his mother’s words, Qiu Ye silently placed a question mark in his heart.

He didn’t believe it either—that a favored child of heaven like Lu Mingchuan, an Alpha who had had people lining up to pursue him since childhood, would secretly love an ordinary Beta.

It was utterly fantastical.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Lu Mingchuan looked down at Qiu Ye, the corners of his lips curving into a shallow arc.

“I like Qiu Ye, but he liked someone else. So, I had no choice but to love him in secret. I only recently waited for him to break up.”

It sounded, surprisingly, somewhat reasonable.

Shen Miaoyin knew that Qiu Ye had always been chasing after young Master He. Perhaps what Lu Mingchuan said was true; she let out a low “Mhm.”

If he hadn’t known the truth, Qiu Ye would have almost been pulled into Lu Mingchuan’s logic.

Striking while the iron was hot, Lu Mingchuan continued to score points for himself, saying, “Today’s visit was too rushed. This is a gift for you; if there is anything remiss, I will make up for it all later.”

Qiu Ye knew nothing about a gift and turned his head to look at Lu Mingchuan.

As if sensing Qiu Ye’s gaze, Lu Mingchuan lightly patted his hand—a gesture meant to reassure him.

From somewhere, Lu Mingchuan produced a red sandalwood box and gently opened it.

A set of imperial green jadeite jewelry lay quietly on the black velvet cloth: a bead necklace, earrings, and a bracelet of excellent translucency, glowing with a moist luster.

Even back when the Qiu family’s fortunes were still intact, such fine items would never have found their way to Shen Miaoyin.

“I hope you can agree to let Qiu Ye be with me.”

Shen Miaoyin stared at the emerald-green jewelry, unable to look away as if bewitched. After a long moment, she asked with concern, “Qiuqiu, do you like him too?”

“Mom is asking you,” Lu Mingchuan parted his thin lips, his voice deep and magnetic. “Qiuqiu?”

“I… I like him.” Qiu Ye pursed his lips, his face flushing slightly as he worked hard to cooperate with the performance.

Having received the exquisite jadeite set, Shen Miaoyin readily agreed to Qiu Ye’s earlier plea for secrecy and watched as Qiu Ye and Lu Mingchuan departed.

“When did you prepare that?” A heavy stone weighed on Qiu Ye’s heart; he felt he owed Lu Mingchuan far too much.

Gold has a price, but jade is priceless.

Jadeite of such quality was a treasure that could appear at a Christie’s auction.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lu Mingchuan looked at Qiu Ye’s furrowed brows and keenly perceived that this gift might have caused the other man pressure.

“I thought that if I had to meet your family, it could help keep up appearances.”

“Then deduct it from my future compensation. If it’s not enough, I’ll make up the difference to you…”

Qiu Ye could see that Shen Miaoyin loved that jadeite set. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his mother to return it, yet he wasn’t the type to take advantage of others.

Looking at Qiu Ye’s profile, Lu Mingchuan lowered his eyelashes and said, “Must we calculate things so clearly between us?”

Qiu Ye turned the steering wheel with one hand and said, “I don’t want you to lose out.”

“Qiu Ye, have you forgotten? Right now, I am the one begging you to marry me. Naturally, I am willing to take the loss.”

Qiu Ye looked at the road ahead and sighed, reminding him, “My mother isn’t here. You don’t have to maintain the ‘secret crush’ persona anymore.”

He paused and praised, “You acted very well just now. I almost believed it myself.”

“Acted well?”

The red light ahead flickered twice, and the car stopped exactly at the crossroad.

Lu Mingchuan looked at Qiu Ye with utmost seriousness.

Qiu Ye rested both hands on the steering wheel and sighed sincerely, “I think your improvisation was excellent. You have a great talent for acting; your future will surely be limitless.”

Lu Mingchuan reached out to pinch the bridge of his nose. The smile on his lips gradually faded as he said flatly, “Then I shall take you at your word.”

At the next intersection, Qiu Ye looked up and saw a billboard for the Global Group. He asked Lu Mingchuan, “I haven’t asked yet—which company is the film project you’re involved with?”

“Anyway, it’s not Huanhe.”

The Tesla brushed past an all-black Land Rover. In that instant, it felt as if even the air froze for a second.

“Hey, isn’t that Qiu Ye’s car?”

Xu Zilang was sharp-eyed. He didn’t like electric cars and had often complained about Qiu Ye’s taste in vehicles.

Hearing that name, He Yuchen looked up, seeing only a flash of bright silver.

“He’s driving out from that direction; he must have gone to the Qiu Garden.”

He Yuchen calmly glanced at the luxury watch on his wrist, his brow furrowing in displeasure.

“It’s not a holiday, and it’s not his mother’s birthday. What is he doing in that ghostly place?”

He Yuchen’s ears buzzed, and he could clearly feel his own irritation. He said in a low voice, “If you’re so concerned about him, go ask him yourself.”

Xu Zilang knew the two were having a spat and intentionally fanned the flames: “Has Secretary Qiu not come looking for you yet?”

“You don’t even know what he’s doing on his day off.”

He Yuchen subconsciously checked his phone. No messages from Qiu Ye popped up. He looked up and said, “It’s only been a few days. I’m not in a hurry, so why are you?”

“I think I saw someone sitting in his passenger seat just now. Wasn’t that seat always your exclusive spot?” Xu Zilang, never one to miss a chance for drama, leaned toward He Yuchen.

“You think I care about sitting in that piece of junk car of his?”

Even as He Yuchen said it, he couldn’t help but follow Xu Zilang’s words and wonder who had gone back to that house with Qiu Ye.

The red numbers ahead gradually disappeared, turning green, and the Tesla moved forward without obstruction.

Ten minutes later, Qiu Ye and Lu Mingchuan arrived at Fengqi Chaoming Mansion.

Qiu Ye knew of this development; it was a sea-view luxury apartment complex developed by Global Group in partnership with Xu Real Estate.

“This is an apartment the company rented for me.”

As soon as Qiu Ye stepped inside, it felt like entering a model room from a home decor magazine. Both the soft and hard furnishings were exceptionally stylish, and every corner was spotlessly clean.

He sat down on the sofa somewhat stiffly. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the boundless sea.

Qiu Ye looked up and noticed two masks hanging on the wall: one was a smiling face, and the other was a creature that looked neither like a fox nor a rabbit.

He froze for a moment, his breathing suddenly becoming a bit constricted.

The kind person who had danced with him in a mask and lit his cigarette… was Lu Mingchuan.

“Qiu Ye, what would you like to drink?” Lu Mingchuan walked along the L-shaped island counter, carved from a single block of green jade, toward the refrigerator.

“Water is fine, thank you.”

Lu Mingchuan opened the fridge, took out a bottle of sparkling water, paused, and then took out a can of iced lemon tea.

“Which one would you rather have?”

Qiu Ye looked at the orange-packaged iced lemon tea with surprise. He had loved this brand back in school, but later, it had disappeared from all the major supermarkets.

“Didn’t this brand go bankrupt?”

Lu Mingchuan lightly raised his hand, handing the tea to Qiu Ye. He replied, “The production line stopped for a few years, but later someone invested in it, so it started up again.”

The can had just come out of the fridge, its surface beaded with crystalline droplets of water that dampened his well-defined fingers.

“That investor really has a good eye.” Qiu Ye took the tea and took a sip; it was the same familiar taste.

Lu Mingchuan unscrewed his sparkling water, the corners of his eyes tilting up slightly. He looked pleased as he said, “A styling team will be here shortly.”

Qiu Ye wanted to say that getting a marriage certificate didn’t need to be so troublesome, but considering Lu Mingchuan’s special profession, he silently waited for the team’s arrival.

After a simple meal, the doorbell rang.

Row after row of clothes were rolled in. Some hadn’t even hit the brand stores yet—they were runway pieces fresh from Fashion Week.

Besides clothes and shoes, there were accessories for styling: brooches, ties, watches, and more.

The originally spacious living room was instantly submerged by the intruders.

Qiu Ye sat before a professional vanity mirror equipped with lights. The framed glasses on his nose were carefully removed, revealing beautiful eyes.

He was born with “affectionate eyes”—his pupils were like water-soaked black glass, and the outer corners dipped slightly, giving him a naturally innocent yet alluring look.

The most exquisite feature was a tiny mole, like a stray drop of ink on white Xuan paper, adding a touch of vivid elegance.

Qiu Ye rarely wore contact lenses; he blinked for a while before adjusting to this clearer, lighter world.

“This skin base is too good. Does he really need foundation?” a student-like makeup assistant whispered in awe before handing the tongue-shaped foundation brush to the lead artist.

Men’s makeup is actually the most difficult; it tests the artist’s aesthetic and skill.

Too much, and it looks overly powdered; too little, and it’s the Emperor’s New Clothes.

Before long, Ji Bing arrived in a whirlwind with a stylist, and the two of them jointly finalized the outfits.

“This is An Yilun, the great stylist I managed to borrow in a pinch. Leave the clothing alterations to him.”

An Yilun was the chief stylist under Global Pictures. Usually, only international superstars had their clothes altered by him.

For lesser stars, he wouldn’t even show up; sending an assistant would be considered giving plenty of face.

“Secretary Qiu, long time no see.” An Yilun reached out his hand toward Qiu Ye, his attitude very friendly.

“Hello, Mr. An.”

Lu Mingchuan put on his jacket and looked at Qiu Ye, then turned to An Yilun. “You’ve met before?”

An Yilun used a soft measuring tape on Qiu Ye and looked up. “Yes, it was a long time ago.”

“Back then, if Secretary Qiu hadn’t suggested I try social media, I wouldn’t have all these little fans now.”

Hearing this, Qiu Ye waved his hand. “I just said it in passing. I never imagined you’d become such a big influencer.”

Lu Mingchuan stood there, listening to their back-and-forth pleasantries, and said with a smile, “Mr. An, I think Qiu Ye is handsome enough already. Why don’t you come and help me alter my jacket instead?”

Qiu Ye walked to the side. Suddenly, his phone on the island counter began to vibrate.

The name “Xu Zilang” appeared on the screen.

As He Yuchen’s childhood friend, Xu Zilang rarely initiated contact. The young master had always been arrogant in front of him.

What could he possibly want?

Qiu Ye instinctively thought of He Yuchen, then remembered they had broken up and naturally felt like ignoring the call.

The phone rang for less than thirty seconds before Xu Zilang hung up.

Lu Mingchuan had appeared at the entrance at some point, leaning against the wall waiting for him to come out. “Qiu Ye, have you forgotten something?”

Qiu Ye set his phone to silent and looked up at Lu Mingchuan.

The white suit on the man, having been meticulously adjusted by An Yilun, seemed even more form-fitting. He looked noble and elegant to the extreme.

Qiu Ye felt that the goddess Nuwa was truly unfair; Lu Mingchuan was simply a masterpiece of her craftsmanship.

Lu Mingchuan held a small burgundy ring box behind his back. As he walked over, a faint scent of snow cedar slowly enveloped Qiu Ye.

“Hmm?”

Lu Mingchuan suddenly dropped to one knee, his posture devout, like a knight loyal only to his king. He slowly lifted Qiu Ye’s wrist.

A simply designed platinum ring was slowly pushed onto the base of Qiu Ye’s ring finger. The size was a startlingly perfect fit.

“The ring fits perfectly.”