After Secretly Marrying the Top Celebrity, I Fell in Love - Chapter 59

In late autumn, especially after entering late October, the temperature in Hengdian dropped significantly.

Fu Yu had been acting as if she was on a perpetual high lately, practically possessed by a “desperate worker.” Among the actors, she was almost always the first to arrive on set every day and the last to leave.

Even if she had the day off and no scenes, she would still come to the set to watch other actors film, or she would grab the martial arts director to ask questions about fight choreography.

Her hard work and dedication resulted in visible progress. Fu Yu’s martial arts scenes were getting better and better. Her swordplay was fluid and graceful; with a light tap of her toe, she would spring up with the help of a wire, landing on the eaves as light as a swallow.

The two directors saw it all and were very pleased.

However, Zhang Mingxiu noticed that Fu Yu seemed to have something on her mind. During breaks, Zhang Mingxiu saw Fu Yu staring blankly into the distance several times, her eyes holding a trace of loneliness.

Especially after filming several crying scenes, Fu Yu would remain immersed in a sad emotion for a long time.

Could she be getting too deep into the role?!

One day, Zhang Mingxiu approached Fu Yu, thinking of giving her two days off to adjust her mood.

Zhang Mingxiu: “Xiao Fu, you’ve been working hard on the shoot lately. You take an extra day off this week, so you’ll have two days in a row.”

Fu Yu refused: “No need, Director Zhang.”

Zhang Mingxiu: “There are still two days until the weekend, don’t rush to refuse. What if you change your mind later.”

Fu Yu: “Alright, thank you, Director Zhang.”

Zhang Mingxiu looked at Fu Yu and said meaningfully: “Xiao Fu, life will always encounter all sorts of setbacks; no one’s life is perfectly smooth.”

“Try to be philosophical about things. If you can solve it, give it your all. If you can’t, then let it go. There’s no need to beat yourself up over it.”

“Mhm, mhm!” Fu Yu’s nose tingled, and she nodded vigorously.

Fu Yu’s recent abnormality and low spirits were actually all because of Lin Yu. Specifically, it was because she had rejected Lin Yu’s confession.

The time traces back to over a month ago.

In the hotel suite, the living room was spacious and bright.

Lin Yu: “Miss Fu, can I be your current partner?”

When Lin Yu said these words, which amounted to a confession, Fu Yu was instantly stunned.

Following that, Lin Yu’s bold kiss made Fu Yu forget to respond for a moment. It wasn’t until a passionate French kiss ended that Fu Yu finally responded to what Lin Yu had just said.

Fu Yu’s wet, alluring eyes gazed at Lin Yu, but she ultimately rejected her, speaking the words that hurt both of them.

“Miss Lin, I’m sorry, I can’t say yes.”

“…” Lin Yu’s expression tightened, a clear look of loss in her eyes.

At that moment, sadness and disappointment filled Lin Yu’s entire chest, her emotions reaching a breaking point. She couldn’t force herself to smile or continue to stay there shamelessly.

Even though she had specially created some small romantic gestures for today’s meeting, having ordered flowers and a cake.

But the romance ended before it even began.

Lin Yu took a deep breath. Although she couldn’t smile, she at least shouldn’t cry in front of Fu Yu.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

Lin Yu: “It’s alright, I overstepped.”

Lin Yu: “Miss Fu, I suddenly remembered I have something to take care of, so I’ll be going now.”

With a decisive turn, Lin Yu could no longer hold back. Her eyes instantly became bloodshot, and large, silent tears began to fall.

From the living room to the door, with every step Lin Yu took, her heart ached as if a sharp blade were tearing open a wound.

In that moment, Lin Yu realized that when heartbreak reached a certain level, the heart truly does hurt.

A double overlay of physical and psychological pain.

…

Among the actors, Fu Yu was the last one to leave the set again today.

She didn’t get back to the hotel until after eight, even though filming had wrapped at seven.

Fu Yu was a bit hungry. She hadn’t eaten much of the dinner box, only a few mouthfuls of white rice.

The crew’s boxed meal was actually quite good, with a light and pleasant taste, and a large chicken drumstick with every meal.

But Fu Yu’s appetite had been poor lately. If it weren’t for the intense physical exertion of the fight scenes, Fu Yu wouldn’t even touch the rice.

After showering, Fu Yu took a tomato from the refrigerator, washed it, and planned to snack on it to tide her over.

Fu Yu sat cross-legged on the living room sofa, watching a classic old movie while munching on the tomato.

The coffee table was neatly organized; apart from the TV remote and a mobile phone, there was only one photo frame on it. A dried flower frame made of large red roses, which Fu Yu had made herself.

On the night Lin Yu confessed to her, Fu Yu immediately rejected her. Afterward, Lin Yu excused herself, saying she had something else to do, and left.

Fu Yu didn’t try to stop her.

After Lin Yu left, Fu Yu sat alone on the sofa, utterly distraught. In a few moments, she was already in tears.

Later, the doorbell rang. For a moment, Fu Yu desperately hoped it was Lin Yu returning. It turned out to be a delivery—the flowers and cake that Lin Yu had ordered for her.

This was the first time Lin Yu had sent her flowers, vibrant, passionate large red roses. The delivery person who brought the flowers said there were ninety-nine roses in total.

The cake was from Black Swan.

Looking at the exquisite and beautiful swan cake, the moisture in Fu Yu’s eyes blurred her vision even more.

In fact, Fu Yu hadn’t eaten cake in almost a year. The last time was a small, symbolic bite on her birthday. As a female celebrity, Fu Yu couldn’t eat many things, such as desserts like cake that easily cause weight gain; she usually avoided them.

Fu Yu picked up the cake, quickly spooned a large amount of cream into her mouth, eating hastily.

The woman sat cross-legged on the sofa, crying while taking large bites of the cake. Her lipstick was smeared, and her eye makeup was ruined by tears.

They say sweets can cure a bad mood—what utter nonsense!

As the weather gradually turned colder, the roses withered day by day.

Fu Yu couldn’t bear to throw the flowers away. So, she asked her assistant to buy a photo frame, selected about ten roses that hadn’t withered, and made them into dried flowers, sealing them in the frame.

She hoped to preserve them for a little longer.

In late October, the temperature in Paris dropped below ten degrees Celsius.

Paris has a temperate oceanic climate. This city, known as the City of Romance, is characterized by abundant rainfall, frequent fog and rain, and high air humidity.

It had been raining continuously for a week lately. A light drizzle would last all day, sometimes continuing late into the night.

Lin Yu never had the habit of taking an umbrella when going out; if the rain was too heavy, she would just wait for it to lighten up before leaving.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yu had been in Paris for a month. Her new project had just started, and it was expected to keep her busy until the end of the year. Being busy was good, though; being busy at least helped to distract her and prevent excessive overthinking and mental exhaustion.

Lin Yu now reflected that she must have been out of her mind to confess so suddenly.

How high could the chance of success be when her ex had just left, and she immediately rushed to confess?

Lin Yu had only heard Fu Yu mention the ex once.

They were each other’s first love and were together for a full seven years.

Both were artists, and they were often separated due to their work. The ex was a very paranoid person who lacked a sense of security. As long as any artist got a little close to Fu Yu, the ex would become suspicious and jealous.

The specific reason for the breakup was that the ex wanted to go public, but Fu Yu did not.

Fu Yu was in the rising phase of her career, and she was focused on her work, thinking of postponing the public announcement.

They often argued over this matter. Whenever they argued, the ex liked to give the silent treatment, not contacting Fu Yu for ten days or half a month, and not answering her calls. Every time they argued, it was Fu Yu who patiently coaxed her. After finally making up, they would argue again over the same issue, as if stuck in a vicious cycle.

Fu Yu said that she no longer loved her ex but felt guilty, believing that she had let her down, choosing her career over love.

Lin Yu still remembers that when Fu Yu mentioned her ex, her eyes were red with tears, but her expression was quite calm.

After hearing the story about the ex, Lin Yu felt extremely jealous, jealous that they had been together for so long and were each other’s first love. That night, Lin Yu clung to Fu Yu, making passionate love until Fu Yu cried and begged her to stop.

…

Lin Yu couldn’t understand. If there was no love left, why wouldn’t Fu Yu accept her confession?

There could only be one possibility: Fu Yu didn’t love her either. They were merely ‘bed partners,’ and it was she, Lin Yu, who unilaterally wanted to take things further. However, Fu Yu only wanted to maintain their status as ‘bed partners.’

After the failed confession, Lin Yu made a hasty and awkward exit. A few days later, Lin Yu came to Paris for her new project.

It was raining outside again. Raindrops pattered against the glass window, making a clear, crisp sound.

Lin Yu was completely sunken into the sofa, holding an open pink card.

The writing on the card was her own handwriting.

[TO Miss Fu: Every day spent with you has been very happy (hand-drawn smiley face)]

Actually, Lin Yu had thought about writing a card when she first sent the roses to Fu Yu. Usually, the flower shop writes the card for the customer. But Lin Yu felt that it lacked sincerity if she didn’t write it herself, so she wrote the card, intending to send it along with the flowers.

In the end, the card was never sent. She didn’t know what Fu Yu had done with the roses and the cake.

It had been over a month since the two had contacted each other because Lin Yu couldn’t find a good reason to initiate contact.

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