Deeply in Love [Showbiz] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

…Eh?

It doesn’t hurt. Why doesn’t it hurt at all?

Have I gone to heaven?

This was the only thought in Nan Zhiyao’s mind after she regained consciousness.

She couldn’t open her eyes, but she could sense that the light was exceptionally bright. After such a severe car accident, she must be dead, so now she should be… in heaven?

After Nan Zhiyao firmly established this thought in her mind, she tried to move her arm. She lifted it slightly.

Hey, it can move!

At the same time, Nan Zhiyao heard a slight sound near her ear, as if someone was walking toward her.

…This.

Are angels this down-to-earth? They even walk; shouldn’t they be flapping their wings and flying over!

“Awake?“

Nan Zhiyao: “!!!“

How the hell is this Bai Lian’s voice!

Nan Zhiyao was startled and immediately snapped her eyes open. Plentiful light flooded her eyes, and she couldn’t help but shield them with her hand. Through the gaps in her fingers, she could see the face in front of her—beautiful, perfect from every angle, stunningly gorgeous even when viewed from her current position lying down.

Bai Lian.

Bai Lian was right in front of her eyes.

Ahhhhhhh!!!

Nan Zhiyao’s brain instantly went blank as she murmured to herself: “I’m dead, I’ve gone to heaven, and my guiding angel is the person I like. My life is complete.“

She only saw Bai Lian’s beautiful hands waving in front of her.

Slender! Fair! Well-defined joints!

Shifting her gaze up a bit, she met Bai Lian’s face. The facial contours were smooth and beautiful, the features were so exquisite they were beyond reproach, with a superior bridge of the nose and slightly pursed, rosy lips.

She was wearing a very simple camisole dress, and the hollow of her collarbones was incredibly alluring.

Bai Lian just stood quietly in front of Nan Zhiyao without saying a word, yet she still made Nan Zhiyao’s heart flutter.

This slender waist! These legs! This fair skin condition! This lip, this nose, this mouth.

D*mn, an angel.

Nan Zhiyao “thumped” into a sitting position and realized she was also wearing a summer dress.

Does the road to heaven have seasons? Isn’t that a bit too humanized?

Is it a dream? Is it a dream! This feels way too real!

“What did you say?” Bai Lian looked at the Nan Zhiyao before her, who was filled with some inexplicably stirred-up emotion. She shifted her gaze to the left; on the nearby table lay two printed sheets of paper that looked like contracts.

This voice—so magnetic and crisp—it was practically like a warbler singing in her ear! What was that word again? Melodious and moving!

Exactly.

Nan Zhiyao, still immersed in her own world, didn’t pay attention to her surroundings, nor did she know what Bai Lian had actually said.

Bai Lian had just picked up the stack of documents and hadn’t had time to hand them to Nan Zhiyao before she heard—

“Can I touch your hand?“

Bai Lian: “?“

“Nan Zhiyao, you…” Before she could finish her sentence, the person sitting on the sofa reached out and grabbed her hand. The grip was light, as if she were terrified of accidentally hurting her. There was a slight sweat on her palm; it was unclear what was making Nan Zhiyao so nervous.

“Since I’m dead anyway, it doesn’t matter if I act a bit flirtatious at the end,” Nan Zhiyao muttered to herself as if she had made a resolution to face death with equanimity, boldly staring into Bai Lian’s eyes.

They were tea-colored, a very clear color. When looked at so faintly, Nan Zhiyao felt as though she were enveloped in a gentle halo.

The scene remained frozen for three seconds.

“Can I call you ‘baby’?” Nan Zhiyao’s heart was surging at this moment, completely unaware of what was wrong. Without waiting for Bai Lian to answer, she called out again: “Baby.“

Holy shit, this feels so good!

The feeling of actually being able to say the word ‘baby’ to Bai Lian’s face was too wonderful!

This was her idol!

If Nan Zhiyao weren’t afraid of accidentally bumping into Bai Lian by standing up suddenly, she would want to perform ten Thomas flares on the spot without stopping.

…Even if she’s a guiding angel, she at least looks like Bai Lian; better not break her by bumping into her.

Bai Lian: “…?“

“Don’t speak, you don’t speak.” Nan Zhiyao shook her head with an air of importance. Her other hand waved toward Bai Lian due to her rising emotions; feeling too embarrassed to place it on Bai Lian’s shoulder, she kept it hovering in the air. “There’s a sentence I’ve always wanted to say to you in person. You must listen.“

It was a piece of “rainbow farts” (extravagant flattery) that Nan Zhiyao liked best, but it was so over-the-top that she only dared to post it on her alternate account.

“Nan Zhiyao, stop messing around.” Bai Lian’s eyes landed on her hand, which was still being held by Nan Zhiyao, for a second before quickly looking away. Her voice was low. “If you don’t want to go register with me today, then we can do it another—”

Heavens, my idol’s voice is too beautiful, ying. I must express my love!

Nan Zhiyao was nearly moved to tears. She leaned her body slightly forward, successfully making the latter half of Bai Lian’s sentence disappear back into her throat. Then, Nan Zhiyao said tearfully: “Baby, the happiness you bring me is colorful, all-encompassing, a feast for the eyes, airtight, unfathomable, vast, endless, lingering, breathtaking, dazzling, inexhaustible, and will continue through sons and grandsons without end QAQ.“

Bai Lian: “…“

“Nan Zhiyao.” Bai Lian paused, speaking these three syllables slowly.

The way her name was spoken—Nan Zhiyao had never felt her name sounded so beautiful before.

Thus, with a dizzy brain, she let out an “Ah.“

“Sign this agreement, and we’ll go get our marriage certificate this afternoon.” Bai Lian’s clear eyes looked at Nan Zhiyao, her brow furrowing slightly, her voice carrying a hint of inquiry. “If you are unwilling, we can go back to Grandpa’s side and talk.“

Bai Lian had known from the start that Nan Zhiyao wouldn’t be willing, though she didn’t know why Nan Zhiyao eventually agreed to the request of the elders of both families for them to marry.

But Bai Lian was currently in the ascending stage of her career and could not announce her marriage. Coincidentally, Nan Zhiyao didn’t want to either, so the two had drafted a marriage agreement, intending to go get the certificate after signing it today.

There was another important reason why Bai Lian agreed to this arrangement—

“I’m willing, willing, willing!” Nan Zhiyao nodded like a woodpecker. Only after two seconds of reaction time did she freeze. “What?“

She unconsciously tightened her grip on Bai Lian’s hand.

It was warm. Soft.

There was even… a beating pulse.

“…“

From Bai Lian’s angle, she could see Nan Zhiyao’s long eyelashes trembling slightly due to her fluctuating emotions, and she could also see the bewilderment, daze, and gradually surfacing shock in Nan Zhiyao’s pure black eyes.

There was a clear sense of helplessness in Bai Lian’s voice: “What on earth is wrong with you today?“

Nan Zhiyao let go of Bai Lian’s hand as if she had received an electric shock. She jumped up, frantically fumbled for her phone on her person, lit the screen, found the time, and her lips parted slightly from the shock.

July. It was only July 12th.

Summer.

It was clearly winter before she was hit by that car!

Nan Zhiyao was completely falling apart.

Seeing that she had stood up, Bai Lian took out a mask and put it on, speaking again: “Walking separately or together?“

After two seconds of silence, Bai Lian continued: “Regarding yesterday afternoon’s matter… the fans’ emotions aren’t very good right now, so if you and I are photographed appearing together, it might be disadvantageous for you.“

What the hell is going on?!

Nan Zhiyao remembered.

In July, during her third month after signing with Chuangyi, the company had already started having her and Bai Lian engage in “hype” (shipped as a couple), and right now was when black materials (scandalous rumors) were flying everywhere.

At this moment, just as Nan Zhiyao had clearly realized she was going to die during the car accident, she realized even more clearly—

She had been reborn.

And she had returned to more than half a year ago.

What words had she just said?

“Bai Lian, can I touch your hand?“

“Can I call you baby?“

“Baby, the happiness you bring me… will continue through sons and grandsons without end.“

To even bring up “sons and grandsons,” Nan Zhiyao was practically dying of shame and indignation, only wishing there were a hole she could crawl into immediately. She didn’t dare look into Bai Lian’s eyes at all.

Her lips moved, but not a single word came out. Her gaze fell on the agreement in front of her; it was written clearly in black and white.

Pre. Nuptial. Agreement.

“Why is this here?“

The girl in front of Bai Lian lifted her head, her cheeks a bit flushed, her eyes filled with a strange terror.

By now Nan Zhiyao had stood up. She was 172cm tall; Bai Lian was just a centimeter or two taller than her. Right now, they were at an equal height. Nan Zhiyao looked for two seconds before looking away with feigned composure.

Sigh, this won’t do. When your idol’s face is right in front of you, anyone would get lightheaded.

In a flash of lightning, the words Shen Jiaye had said to her over the phone earlier flashed through Nan Zhiyao’s mind, constantly intertwining with Bai Lian’s words.

For instance, family alliances.

“Nan Zhiyao, our two families have always known each other.“

Or perhaps, waking up and realizing you two really are getting married.

“We agreed before that we would go register this afternoon. You have already looked over this agreement.“

Or perhaps the old man at home just insisting on you getting married, tying you together and so on.

How.

Romantic, the plot.

“Grandpa insisted on us getting married. Since you agreed to him at the time, but now—” Bai Lian’s brow furrowed imperceptibly before she looked calmly at Nan Zhiyao again, her voice carrying a hint of coldness. “If you are truly unwilling, I can go and explain things to your grandfather.“

Nan Zhiyao’s facial expression management failed once again. She was dazed.

What kind of magical and thrilling plot was this? It actually matched every single word Shen Jiaye had said!

What had she answered back then?

—You think you’re in a novel? How could it be that dramatic?

If time could go back, Nan Zhiyao would want to travel back right now and slap herself twice.

Wake up, Nan Zhiyao! Look for yourself! Look!

Aren’t you exactly a novel protagonist right now! This life is practically more dramatic than a novel!

Nan Zhiyao took a good moment to steady her breathing. Bai Lian waited at the side for her answer. Seeing Nan Zhiyao’s hesitant appearance, Bai Lian sighed softly in her heart, already prepared for Nan Zhiyao to say she wouldn’t marry her. Then, she saw a pair of sparkling black eyes looking at her seriously, with a tone that was certain yet carried a heart-softening uncertainty: “Are we… getting married?“

At the same time, Nan Zhiyao took the prenuptial agreement. Without even flipping through it again, she signed her name on the final page.

Then she heard Bai Lian’s answer: “Yes.“

Nan Zhiyao once again lost the ability to manage her internal cursing, roaring and thrashing inside—

In the past, Nan Zhiyao’s appreciation was just appreciation; her idolizing of Bai Lian was just idolizing. She had never fantasized that she could actually get married to Bai Lian.

Now that this day and this moment had truly arrived, Nan Zhiyao discovered that the feeling—

Was so fucking happy.

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