After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's "White Moonlight" - Chapter 38.2

Cheng Siyu quickly dodged, no longer keeping a stiff face. “Stop, I forgive you.”

“Good. I’m joining the set tomorrow, so we won’t see each other for a long time again. But I’ll call you every day.”

Ji Yun gave a few more brief instructions. Cheng Siyu nodded to show she understood, and at the same time, her heart felt a sense of relief.

She no longer wanted to spend every single moment with Ji Yun like in her previous life. On the contrary, she felt that having Ji Yun by her side now was a burden.

“Siyu, give me a kiss.” Ji Yun said out of nowhere, acting inappropriately.

Cheng Siyu refused, “There are so many people at the dorm building, let’s not.”

But Ji Yun caught her off guard, pecking her lips lightly and running away before she could react.

“I’m leaving! Remember to miss me!”

Cheng Siyu stood frozen in place for a long time before coming to her senses. At that moment, a breeze blew by, but she felt as if her heart had been pierced by a sharp thorn. It hurt.

Her phone rang at that moment. She picked it up and saw it was Shen Moxu.

“Hello?”

“Siyu.” Shen Moxu sounded like she had just been crying. Cheng Siyu snapped out of her daze and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

“My sister won’t let me be with Qin Xiangqing. She says her reputation and conduct are problematic. I just had a fight with her.”

Shen Moxu’s voice was sobbing. Cheng Siyu didn’t know what to say and could only ask gently, “What did you say to her?”

In her impression, Shen Zhinian was a calm person and a “sister-con” (obsessed with her sister), rarely losing control of her emotions.

“Well, that incident of ours made the local headlines and my sister saw it. She recognized our voices and came to ask me, so I told her.”

Shen Moxu’s voice gradually calmed down. “Then she said Qin Xiangqing isn’t a good person and told me to break it off quickly.”

“I see.” Cheng Siyu frowned. “Could it be a misunderstanding? Didn’t Qin Xiangqing say she was good friends with your sister in college?”

“I don’t know. She bought me a plane ticket for this afternoon and told me to come back now, or she’ll cut off my finances.” Shen Moxu continued, “Then I told my goddess, and she said she wants to come back with me.”

Cheng Siyu’s brain worked rapidly for a few seconds. “Doesn’t she have to film until January?”

“She said she’ll stop work to accompany me back. I won’t say more, I’m going to pack my bags.” The sound of Shen Moxu drawing a tissue came from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of a suitcase zipper.

“Okay.” Cheng Siyu hung up the phone, but she felt something wasn’t quite right. It felt similar to a scene from her previous life, but she couldn’t remember it.

Cheng Siyu had planned to catch up on sleep after returning to the dorm, but after receiving Shen Moxu’s call, she couldn’t sleep.

She remembered that in her previous life, Ji Yun had collaborated with Qin Xiangqing once and had spoken to her about her after returning.

It was probably during a quiet period in their relationship one weekend. Ji Yun had rarely come home after filming. Cheng Siyu was watching Ji Yun’s program on the sofa, and at that time, “Little Brat” (the dog) hadn’t died yet but was wagging its golden tail at her feet.

Seeing Ji Yun return, it quickly scurried back to the dog bed Cheng Siyu had made for it. It understood that Ji Yun didn’t like it and could only stay out of her sight.

“This dog is so useless. It doesn’t even know how to wag its tail when it sees me.”

Ji Yun took off the high heels she wore for the performance and put on the slippers Cheng Siyu had prepared and wiped clean for her.

“Maybe because you’re usually not home, it isn’t very familiar with you.”

Seeing Ji Yun, Cheng Siyu stood up from the sofa with an uncontrollable smile, the dimples at the corners of her mouth particularly obvious.

Looking at Cheng Siyu like this, Ji Yun felt that if she were a dog, her tail would probably be wagging in the sky.

“Didn’t you have a night shoot today?” Cheng Siyu asked cautiously with her head down.

“Don’t mention it. That Qin Xiangqing got drunk on set and smashed a bunch of things.” Ji Yun spoke dissatisfactorily, “She was even mumbling something about how the model they found wasn’t her ex-girlfriend.”

“Hmm?” At the time, Cheng Siyu expressed surprise, but didn’t press for more.

“She’s quite good-looking, if only her personality wasn’t so bad.” Ji Yun sat down on the sofa. Today she was wearing a beige windbreaker over a black short skirt from an event.

“What? Did your heart skip a beat?” Cheng Siyu sat next to her, leaning against her shoulder. It seemed that only in this way could she feel that Ji Yun belonged to her at that moment.

“No. Although she’s pretty, she isn’t the type I like,” Ji Yun replied. “And with that arrogant personality, she has nothing going for her besides that face.”

Cheng Siyu’s gaze was full of longing. “Then what type do you like?”

“I’m already with you, what other type could I like?”

Cheng Siyu didn’t know then that Ji Yun only glanced at the photo of her and Ji Yan on the TV cabinet before kissing her forehead.

However, what Cheng Siyu did know was that Ji Yun and Qin Xiangqing were the same kind of people. It was just that their overly similar traits meant they were destined not to be friends, but rather competitors.

A second later, the two who hadn’t seen each other for a week began to entwine on the sofa.

At this moment, Cheng Siyu, smoking on the balcony, withdrew from her melancholy thoughts. Past memories were like a sword dipped in honey—both sweet and harmful.

Cheng Siyu and Ji Yun had lived together two years later; by then, Qin Xiangqing should have already broken up with Shen Moxu. Could the ex-girlfriend she mentioned be Shen Moxu? Cheng Siyu thought, but then felt that something didn’t quite match up.

She decided to stop thinking about it and ask Shen Moxu in detail when she returned that night.

During the afternoon in the dorm, she opened Weibo. Aside from a few advertisements hot searches, she also saw the hot search for herself and Jiang Shizi on the show. Only then did she remember that this episode of “Little Ones” was airing today.

The video of Jiang Shizi shedding tears was also on the hot search. The comments below were the classic scene of Jiang Shizi’s fans and Qi Yan’s fans tearing into each other.

Cheng Siyu didn’t look further. Just as she was about to exit, she noticed a message from a “Red V” verified account in her private messages was very prominent.

She clicked on it. It was from Qi Yan, sent at some unknown time. The gist was to follow her back for the show’s promotion to prevent fans from misunderstanding. She also still wanted to ask Cheng Siyu for advice on what traits Jiang Shizi actually liked.

Knowing everything and being skilled at keeping secrets, Cheng Siyu simply followed her back and then stood firm:

“Jiang Shizi and I are just friends. I think you should focus more on your own family situation.”

Cheng Siyu replied this way, but immediately, she didn’t know which part of those words touched Qi Yan’s sensitive spot, as a long voice message was sent quickly.

“You also think I’m wronging Jiang Shizi by getting married, right? But you have to be clear—Jiang Shizi was the one who didn’t want me first. I already broke things off with my family for her, and she left me without a word to go with someone else. Is this her so-called love? I know it’s wrong of me to get married and still come to bother you all, but I just want an explanation for what happened back then, is that too much to ask?”

Qi Yan’s tone went from calm to agitated until the final question. Cheng Siyu heard her crying.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. You misunderstood.” Cheng Siyu typed a sentence back. She knew that getting married to someone she didn’t love and having a child—Qi Yan’s life certainly wasn’t easy.

After the message was sent, the page was silent for a few minutes before Qi Yan’s text came through.

“No need. The person who should say sorry the most still doesn’t dare to face me. I was impulsive. Sorry.”

Looking at this sentence, Cheng Siyu sighed heavily. She felt that the romantic path of these two was even more treacherous than her own. She hesitated for a moment and didn’t reply further.

“Siyu, sighing makes you age easily. Don’t sigh all the time.” Roommate B across the bed gave a friendly reminder.

Cheng Siyu replied politely, “Thank you,” then turned her head to stare at the phone screen in a daze.

Ten-odd minutes later, Roommate A somehow got a projector and started playing “Little Ones” on the white wall of the dorm.

Cheng Siyu felt a strange sense of shame regarding programs she participated in. In the end, she didn’t watch with them, instead focusing on the itinerary Zhao Xixi sent her on her phone.

But after a while, she saw a segment on the big screen where Jiang Shizi went to the restroom mid-session, and Qi Yan followed her out.

Then the screen went black, and only the sound of their conversation could be heard, as if it had been recorded by the microphones they were carrying.

“Actually, you don’t need to be sad because of your mother. The last thing she said before she died was that she really wanted to see the childhood version of you again.”

Then the big screen started playing footage of Jiang Shizi’s mother. Only then did Cheng Siyu learn that Jiang Shizi was born into a family of performers. Because of health issues, her mother couldn’t debut, so she placed her dream of becoming famous onto Jiang Shizi.

Fifteen-year-old Jiang Shizi became famous overnight for a guest role. From then on, her life was firmly controlled by her mother. Her high school and university majors were all chosen according to her mother’s wishes.

Not until her sophomore year of college did, she finally have a huge fight with her mother and leave home in a fit of rage. It was also at this time that she was photographed in close contact with countless lovers, along with overwhelming negative news such as smoking and drinking.

In the end, she used this self-destructive method to retaliate against her mother. When her mother saw her daughter, whom she had high hopes for, repeatedly being exposed in scandals, her old illness relapsed, and she became bedridden from then on.

Therefore, upon hearing Qi Yan’s mention of her mother’s dying words, Jiang Shizi hid in the bathroom stall and wept softly.

“So Jiang Shizi’s childhood was so tragic. Dammit, I feel pity for her now.”

“I used to think she was a complete scumbag, so that’s what was behind it.”

“Sigh.” Hearing the discussion of the other two roommates, Roommate B, who had just advised Cheng Siyu, couldn’t help but sigh as well.

It was also at this moment that Cheng Siyu understood what Mother Qi meant by “You have already ruined your life, are you going to let Xiaoyan be like you?”

The experiences of the two were both similar and different. To let Qi Yan get on the right track, Jiang Shizi chose to sacrifice herself, but she perhaps didn’t know that Qi Yan actually wasn’t living well on that “right track.”