I Ran Away After Flirting with the Goddess - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

An Rongrong clung tightly to Shen Lishu’s forearm, terrified that she would shake her off and leave first.

Shen Lishu looked down at her, seeing An Rongrong holding onto her like a koala hugging a eucalyptus tree, and arched an eyebrow slightly.

This was the girl Director Mao said was “afraid” of her?

“Grab your bag, I’ll send you back.” Shen Lishu leaned over and gave An Rongrong a hand.

Being so close, An Rongrong could smell the faint, alluring scent of Shen Lishu’s perfume mixed with a subtle aroma of red wine—mellow and intoxicating.

An Rongrong’s face burned a hot red; it wasn’t until they stepped out and the summer night breeze hit her that she felt a bit more sober.

Just now, when a strand of Shen Lishu’s long, wavy black hair slipped from behind her shoulder as she moved, An Rongrong stared blankly, almost wanting to reach out and tuck it back behind her ear.

The elder sister was too beautiful.

She couldn’t quite handle it.

Fortunately, the driver arrived with the car quickly. Shen Lishu stepped forward, opened the door, and stuffed the dazed An Rongrong into the back seat before sliding in next to her and closing the door.

“Where do you live?” Shen Lishu turned her head and asked An Rongrong.

An Rongrong’s mind was a mess. She clutched her handbag with both hands and stared blankly at Shen Lishu. After realizing what was asked, she puffed out her cheeks and said in a muffled, nasal voice, “I don’t want to go back.”

She had finally managed to summon some “liquid courage” to talk to Shen Lishu; she was afraid that once she sobered up tomorrow, she’d be a coward again.

Acting like a spoiled child, An Rongrong leaned her head back against the seat, her watery, dark-grape eyes looking piteously at Shen Lishu. “Lishu-jie.”

Shen Lishu tilted her head, her voice languid. “Hmm?”

“How are you so amazing? You play every role so well,” An Rongrong gushed, piling on the “rainbow farts” (flattery) for free.

Shen Lishu had been in this circle for nearly ten years; there wasn’t a compliment she hadn’t heard. She simply smiled and didn’t take it to heart.

There were too many people who flattered and fanned her ego; Shen Lishu couldn’t be bothered to distinguish between truth and lies.

Sometimes she met newcomers who hadn’t even seen her movies; they only knew the reputation and resources of a Best Actress, so they came over saying they liked her.

In the past, Shen Lishu would just laugh it off. Perhaps because the car ride was boring today and An Rongrong was tipsy, Shen Lishu decided to tease her. “Then which roles of mine do you like?”

The sudden question made An Rongrong freeze. Her expression went blank for a split second as she stared straight at Shen Lishu.

Shen Lishu’s originally decent mood slowly dissipated. A hint of irony appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up as she silently increased the distance between them.

“When you ask like that, I don’t even know which one to say first. I love every role you’ve ever played.” An Rongrong’s alcohol-numbed brain slowly began to churn. She started counting on her fingers, listing Shen Lishu’s roles like she was counting family treasures.

“Yan Nan, the female mole in the spy thriller—glamorous and ruthless. Empress Jiang Yue in the historical drama—dignified and elegant. And then the Republic-era drama…” She remembered every single one clearly, not just the character names, but even the clothes they wore.

Especially the gang boss lady Shen Lishu played in the Republic-era drama. She was both powerful and sensual; the way the qipao cinched her waist… that wasn’t a waist, it was a soul-hooking blade.

An Rongrong had never seen anyone wear a qipao with such charm.

“You remember quite clearly,” Shen Lishu blinked and looked back at An Rongrong.

Girls her age didn’t usually like spy thrillers and Republic-era dramas.

“Of course I remember,” An Rongrong’s expression was proud, showing a bit of smugness she couldn’t hide. “I’ve watched them over and over countless times.”

“But my favorite is a movie from your early years.” She paused. Her raven-feather lashes fluttered down, casting a small shadow on her eyelids. Her voice softened. “It’s called Towards the Sun.”

That film was a work from the first few years of Shen Lishu’s debut, and it proved her strength as an actress.

In the film, Shen Lishu played a university student kidnapped and sold to a remote mountain village. Faced with human traffickers and buyers, she showed extraordinary courage and wit. In the end, she didn’t just save herself, but also rescued other kidnapped female students in the mountains.

The heavy, gripping plot, combined with Shen Lishu’s masterful acting, would still be considered legendary today. It was even used as a textbook example by teachers in acting classes.

An Rongrong remembered that film was also a work of Director Mao, and it had won numerous awards at the time.

Shen Lishu hadn’t expected to actually run into a true fan of her work. Her heart lifted slightly, and she smiled. “You’ve actually watched all of them.”

An Rongrong’s eyes were sparkling as she confessed her feelings to her idol, nervous yet excited. “I’ve seen them all. I grew up watching your dramas.”

Grew up watching her dramas?

Shen Lishu’s right eyelid twitched, and her smile froze on her face. She had been living too comfortably these past two years and had almost forgotten her age.

“I’m not thirty yet,” Shen Lishu said with a serious expression, struggling valiantly. “I just debuted early.”

An Rongrong nodded like a chicken pecking at grain. “Twenty-nine years, ten months, and five days old.” She gave a very sweet smile, her eyes curving into crescents. “Your birthday is September 10th. I remember it very clearly.”

Actually, she didn’t need to be that clear.

No matter how sweet An Rongrong’s smile was, Shen Lishu felt a chill in her heart.

When she acted in her first play, An Rongrong might have just started middle school. The age gap between them was a full ten years.

“Lishu-jie,” An Rongrong asked cautiously, “Can I call you ‘Sister’ like your fans do?”

Shen Lishu turned her head toward the car window to look at the scenery retreating rapidly, looking utterly defeated. “Whatever makes you happy. You can even call me ‘Auntie’.”

The back seat became strangely quiet. Shen Lishu thought she had fallen asleep, but when she glanced at the black car window, she saw An Rongrong’s reflection behind her—silently celebrating with wild joy.

Shen Lishu: “…”

An Rongrong probably didn’t realize her little movements were visible. she was twisting and wiggling frantically like a “kakapo” meme.

It was actually quite cute.

Shen Lishu laughed silently and didn’t expose her.

Drunken An Rongrong was a completely different person from the one on set who was so stiff she couldn’t say a word. She was exceptionally bold.

Not only was she bold, she was also quite carefree.

Only a few minutes of silence passed before An Rongrong’s excitement faded, and she leaned her head against the car window and fell asleep.

The driver looked up at the rearview mirror and asked softly, “Are we going to the neighborhood where you usually stay?”

Shen Lishu hadn’t specified a destination earlier, so the driver had been circling slowly.

“Mm.” Shen Lishu glanced at An Rongrong beside her, reached for a clean blanket in the car, and draped it over her.

The air conditioning was on, and her shoulders were bare. When Shen Lishu covered her with the blanket, her fingertips accidentally brushed the skin of her shoulder; it felt a bit cool.

“Turn the AC up a bit,” Shen Lishu said softly.

She had more than one property in the city center, but she usually went to Yajing Duli.

The environment here was good, there were few paparazzi, and property management was strict. Even familiar license plates wouldn’t be let in directly for fear of someone hiding inside with an agenda.

Because of the strict management, many celebrities lived in this area.

Only after Shen Lishu rolled down the window to show her face did the security guard nod and allow the car to pass.

The driver drove directly into the underground garage.

After the engine cut out, Shen Lishu patted An Rongrong’s leg. “Wake up, we’re here.”

An Rongrong opened her eyes dizzily, clearly not fully awake. “H-here? Where are we?”

She looked bewildered and defenseless, having absolutely no idea what the words “sinister human heart” meant.

Shen Lishu narrowed her eyes, then slowly leaned in close to An Rongrong until they were face to face.

They were extremely close. An Rongrong was pressed between Shen Lishu and the car door, finding it a bit hard to breathe as she stared blankly at the magnified face in front of her.

“We’re at my house,” Shen Lishu’s red lips curled into a beautiful arc. Her eyes shimmered with a seductive, enchanting light. Like a succubus, she exhaled softly against An Rongrong’s ear, her posture ambiguous. She tilted An Rongrong’s chin up with high suggestiveness. “Do you prefer the car, or the bed?”

An Rongrong gasped. Her brain felt like it exploded with a buzz, snapping her completely awake.

Her goddess… was actually going to sleep with a fan!

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