Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 95.1

You are alone again.

The filming of Ji Chou (Seeking Vengeance) had come to a complete end. The actors left the set one after another, each hurrying toward their own bright futures.

Liang Ruojing felt a sense of daze; she didn’t know where to go.

The screen of her phone was lit up with a wall of green messages.

Sister Tanqing, where are you?

I want to talk to you.

You are good; you are better than anyone else in the whole world. You aren’t a person riddled with holes—I’m the one who is immature, always making you worry.

I’m sorry, can you forgive me?

…

I won’t forget you.

I love you.

The flight attendant reminded her that the plane was about to take off. Liang Ruojing adjusted her mask, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

She had purchased the Wi-Fi. It didn’t matter; she wouldn’t miss a single message from Ming Tanqing.

From the hotel to the airport, and then from the airport to the company—five whole hours—not a single white message bubble appeared on the screen.

“Sister Jing?” Huahua called her back to consciousness, reminding her: “We’ve arrived at the company.”

“I know.”

Behind her mask, Liang Ruojing’s face fell. She walked with long strides toward the conference room, her two assistants running to keep up behind her.

By the time they reached the door, both were panting.

Liang Ruojing’s expression shifted slightly: “I’m sorry, I’m in a bad mood.”

Xiao Xing and Huahua nudged each other and left.

Huahua looked bewildered, but Xiao Xing could roughly guess what was happening.

At 5:00 AM today, she had received a call from Liang Ruojing’s phone.

When she answered, it was Ming Tanqing’s voice on the other end—hoarse and soft.

She had said: “Ruojing is drunk. Can you come over to take care of her?”

“Um, she’s in her room on the bed. Please, don’t say I called. Thank you.”

Xiao Xing had also been at the wrap party and hurried upstairs after hanging up.

When she arrived, Ming Tanqing was preparing to leave. She had already changed into simple casual clothes, wearing a mask and sunglasses that made it impossible to see her expression.

Xiao Xing looked at Ming Tanqing and Qi Lin: “Sister Ming, are you planning to leave? This late? Not waiting until daylight?”

“Yes. I have work.” Ming Tanqing seemed to glance at the door next door, didn’t linger, and left with Qi Lin.

Having work, huh.

Big stars are truly busy.

Xiao Xing pushed open the door and walked to the bedside, surprised to find that Liang Ruojing’s clothes had been changed and her face washed. Her hair was still a bit damp, and her expression clearly showed she had been crying; she looked exceptionally pitiful.

A fight?

Or simply being too deep in character?

Xiao Xing was destined to have no answer.

Inside the conference room across the wall, Liang Ruojing was listening to people plan her future development.

Tang Yuecen was supposed to accompany her for this small meeting, but her flight was delayed and she was expected to arrive in Yanjing two hours late.

The filming was finished, and she was currently popular; there was no reason to leave her upcoming schedule empty.

Variety shows? Endorsements? Livestreams? Gala performances? New film crews?

The choice was Liang Ruojing’s.

In this industry, being busy is a privilege.

Liang Ruojing looked at the two scripts in front of her.

One was an S+ production historical idol drama, and the other was a female supporting role in a literary film—both were scripts she had previously filtered out.

Inevitably, she thought of Gong Cí 2 (Palace Lyrics 2).

Two weeks had passed since the audition ended, and still, no call had come to her phone.

She must have failed.

Liang Ruojing’s eyelashes trembled twice; then, she closed her eyes, exuding a sense of desperate exhaustion.

“…I want to rest for a while.”

“Perfect!” A minor executive opposite her, eyes lighting up, said: “Then go to this variety show. The scenery is good; just treat it as a vacation.”

The feedback for Peach Blossom Spring: Ancient Town Chapter had been excellent. Joining another similar variety show would attract another wave of fans—why not?

“I’m sorry,” Liang Ruojing stood up, the chair screeching harshly against the floor. “Let’s talk about it later.”

With that, she turned and left.

The transparent glass of the conference room reflected the Alpha’s silhouette—wearing a long black trench coat like a shadow, brows lowered, seemingly unable to take interest in anything.

Liang Ruojing returned to her apartment.

She had moved out of her old apartment in February, and it was nearly May already; the number of times she had visited this room was few and far between.

She had been living at Baiyu.

Sister Tanqing couldn’t live without her.

Liang Ruojing lay on the bed, her eyes beginning to sting again.

How is it that this time, she could just leave?

The WeChat chat window remained a monologue for one person.

Liang Ruojing’s intelligence was still there; she just didn’t want to face it—

Ming Tanqing was unwilling to respond to her.

What a heartless Omega!

Having just cursed her once, Liang Ruojing couldn’t bear it anymore, curling up on the bed in solitary sorrow.

She should have blocked her. She had made Ming Tanqing sad.

The words from the hotel in the early morning carved through her body like shards of glass.

What hurt the most, however, were the words Ming Tanqing had spoken.

Broken person, a person riddled with holes, not worth it.

Liang Ruojing felt regret. She shouldn’t have made Ming Tanqing cry.

She was the one who had made the mistake; she was the one who went to see Yan Mei.

Away from that environment, Liang Ruojing finally had the mental energy to consider a new question.

“If she hadn’t gone to see Yan Mei, would Ming Tanqing have ever proactively told her about the past?”

Probably not.

Sister Tanqing wouldn’t even admit she was afraid of ghosts.

But maybe she would have.

As long as Liang Ruojing stayed with her long enough.

The answer to that question no longer had any meaning. Liang Ruojing held her phone, switching to her secondary account to check in at the “Mingri Ruojing” super-topic.

She did this every day; otherwise, the super-topic would be reclaimed.

Fortunately, in terms of maintaining the super-topic, she wasn’t fighting a lone battle.

That mysterious friend with the scrambled username also checked in every day.

Today, the scrambled user hadn’t checked in yet.

Maybe they were tired.

Liang Ruojing held the pillow in her arms, imagining burying her head in the crook of Ming Tanqing’s neck, and fell asleep.

She didn’t sleep for long. Tang Yuecen returned and whipped the blanket off her.

“Liang Ruojing! I’m calling you, and you’re here sleeping!”

Liang Ruojing rubbed her eyes as she sat up, still immersed in a low-pressure state: “Sister Tang, I’m so tired. Let’s talk about things tomorrow.”

Tang Yuecen let out a cold laugh: “Tired? Isn’t it just a breakup?”

Liang Ruojing was instantly awake.

“How did you know?”

Her eyes lit up: “Did Sister Ming contact you?”

Tang Yuecen sighed and rubbed her forehead.

It had only been a guess, but looking at her expression and reaction, it was clearly true.

But as for the second half of that sentence, she couldn’t exactly deny it.

Tang Yuecen quickly picked out clothes from the wardrobe and threw them at Liang Ruojing: “Hurry up and get yourself ready. Come out with me.”

“Where to?”

Liang Ruojing read the urgency in Tang Yuecen’s tone and immediately changed out of her wrinkled clothes.

Tang Yuecen smiled at her: “To see Wen Qingjia.”

“The female lead for Palace Lyrics 2 hasn’t been decided yet. Liang Ruojing, you still have a chance. Director Wen is at the Yanjing Grand Theater. Go and fight for that role for me, understand?”

The significance of Palace Lyrics 2 to Liang Ruojing was far more than just a movie; it was also the bits and pieces of her time with Ming Tanqing, and Ming Tanqing’s care for her.

Regardless of the possibility, Liang Ruojing would go.

On the way to the Grand Theater, Liang Ruojing held the script, suddenly looking up to ask: “Sister Tang, how did you know the lead wasn’t decided?”

Palace Lyrics 2 was a major production; all preparations were kept highly confidential.

A flicker of guilt passed through Tang Yuecen’s eyes: “I have my own channels. Just get ready!”

The play being performed at the Yanjing Grand Theater was the very one Liang Ruojing and Ming Tanqing had watched on their date.

Liang Ruojing sat in the backstage lounge waiting, her ears listening to the familiar lines coming from above, her eyes looking at Ming Tanqing’s handwriting on the script. Sorrow welled up within her.

She rubbed her face and continued reviewing the script.

Two hours later, Wen Qingjia returned, followed by a large group of actors—the same group Liang Ruojing had seen before.

Seeing her, Wen Qingjia’s expression wasn’t surprised at all.

“I’ve been waiting for your call.”

Only then did Liang Ruojing understand that in the film world, being persistent was common; she had been too honest.

Ming Tanqing had also forgotten—likely because she had never had to snatch anything.

Wen Qingjia gave Liang Ruojing a second chance.

This time, with no outsiders present, she had Liang Ruojing perform the emotional climax of the script: the scene where the female lead kills her enemy.

In the original script, Li Yuanjing calmly wiped the blood from her blade, her subordinates retreated, and she sat alone beside the corpse of the former Emperor.

Liang Ruojing squatted, kneeling on the ground to check the person’s breath, confirming they had stopped breathing.

She had succeeded.

All her subordinates had retreated. Muffled, excited voices came from the hallway outside. Li Yuanjing listened, a mocking smile suddenly curling her lips.

She looked up and saw the outdoor sunlight passing through the window paper, casting a soft ray across the pure black floor tiles—illuminating her, and illuminating the corpse beside her.

As if remembering something, Li Yuanjing suddenly smiled happily.

The next second, a single tear fell.

Wen Qingjia called a halt.

Liang Ruojing was still sitting on the floor. She looked up at her, somewhat flustered: “Not good, Director Wen? I can do it again.”

“No,” Wen Qingjia’s expression was full of interest: “I want to know why you smiled.”

Liang Ruojing wiped her eyes with her sleeve:

“I just thought… this bedchamber was originally where Li Yuanjing lived with her family. She saw that kind of light when she was a child. She used to be happy, but now she is alone, with only the corpse of her enemy beside her…”

Wen Qingjia nodded repeatedly, falling into brief thought.

Liang Ruojing’s heart was in suspense.

In truth, she had also thought of Sister Tanqing.

Even if she got this role, they couldn’t go back to the past.

The happier the past was, the lonelier this scene became.

Wen Qingjia smiled and reached out an aged but powerful hand toward Liang Ruojing:

“Liang Ruojing, I formally invite you to play Li Yuanjing.”