I Ran Away After Flirting with the Goddess - Chapter 28

Chapter 28

An Rongrong’s heart softened into a puddle, gently tugged by Shen Lishu’s words, ached with a sour and poignant tenderness.

She buried her face in the crook of Shen Lishu’s neck, breathing in the quiet scent of her perfume. Her eyes grew hot, and a clear moisture blurred her vision.

An Rongrong had been comforting herself just moments ago, saying she didn’t need Shen Lishu to step in that she could handle it herself. It’s just a Weibo post, after all.

She thought the most mature and rational thing for Shen Lishu to do would be to act as if she hadn’t noticed Ji Ning “leeching” her heat, thereby saving face for Su Jiang. An Rongrong had subconsciously assumed Shen Lishu would choose her friend.

Yet, Shen Lishu had chosen her without a single moment of hesitation.

Shen Lishu’s approach wasn’t exactly smooth or diplomatic, but An Rongrong absolutely loved this “elementary schooler” behavior of being sharp-edged and seeking immediate revenge for her!

The feeling of being protected was like being sheltered by the whole world.

Regardless of Shen Lishu’s reasons—whether it was because she kept her word, or because she was her boss—An Rongrong could never forget the feeling of her heart pounding wildly for her just now.

Her “career fan” status was likely gone for good. From now on, she was Shen Lishu’s “wife fan”!

Held in An Rongrong’s bear hug, Shen Lishu felt a bit helpless. She could only tilt her head back and speak into the phone to Su Lin: “Don’t blame yourself for this. I’ll call Su Jiang personally later to explain.”

Just as Su Lin had finished interrogating Su Jiang, Shen Lishu had posted the Weibo response. She had even seized the momentum to officially announce the signing of An Rongrong to her studio.

By showing absolutely no face to Ji Ning, she also left no room for Su Jiang to navigate or perform public relations damage control. Moreover, she had slapped the faces of all the marketing accounts. In the future, there was no telling how they might try to manipulate the narrative around Shen Lishu.

Su Lin desperately told herself: This is the person I raised with my own hands; how could I not understand her temper? She even suspected that the reason Shen Lishu refused to sign with other companies and insisted on building her own team was purely for the convenience of slapping people’s faces.

Since she was the boss, she didn’t have to worry about liquidated damages. If something bothered her, she could just snap back.

The Best Actress might as well change her name to “Shen Snap-back.”

After a deep breath, Su Lin managed to speak to Shen Lishu with a forced calm: “Just focus on your filming.”

Stop staying on the trending searches like you’ve bought a monthly subscription—down today, back up tomorrow. Leave a path for other hardworking newcomers who actually need the exposure!

“I’m hanging up; I have follow-up matters to handle here.” Su Lin frowned and hesitated for a moment before hanging up, as if wanting to say something but ultimately remaining silent.

The message she had sent to Su Jiang earlier remained unanswered. Su Lin slid her thumb across the screen, looking at the chat history that had been cleared in the past, now containing only a few scattered sentences. Her heart felt strangely empty.

Ultimately, this wasn’t Su Jiang’s fault. Being played by an artist she brought up herself surely didn’t feel good. For a split second, Su Lin actually felt the impulse to ask Shen Lishu to comfort Su Jiang. No matter how proud and formidable she appeared to outsiders, at her core, she was still just a girl.

The silver laptop on the desk in front of her had dimmed to a black screen because the mouse hadn’t moved in a long while. Su Lin looked up and saw her own reflection her face currently held a trace of softness—and she froze.

Immediately, she retracted her expression with disgust, put down her phone, and began to work. She must have been lightheaded from work to actually feel pity for Su Jiang.

After ending the call with Su Lin, Shen Lishu looked down lazily and asked An Rongrong, “Have you hugged enough?”

“No,” An Rongrong pulled her upper body back to look up at her, her ears red as she whispered, “Sister smells so good, I’m reluctant to let go.”

She didn’t know what brand of perfume that quiet fragrance was, but it was indescribably alluring. Smelling it for too long made one want to sink into it, providing a tipsy sense of relaxation.

Shen Lishu let out a scoff, not fooled by her at all. She pressed her index finger against An Rongrong’s brow to gently push her away. “Your flattery is too obvious.”

But it was strangely effective. Shen Lishu walked toward the RV’s living room with a smile.

“I can be even more obvious,” An Rongrong followed behind like a little tail, asking eagerly, “Does Sister want to eat lychees? I’ll peel them for you!”

“Peel them, then.” Shen Lishu sat on the sofa, lowering her eyes to message Su Jiang.

Is Ji Ning’s contract about to expire and she’s looking for a new home? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have stepped over you to leech off my heat.

Thinking about it this way explained Ji Ning’s behavior over the past two days. She wanted to join Shen Lishu’s studio, so she curried favor, showing off her acting skills to try and outshine An Rongrong. Once she realized her efforts were in vain and that Shen Lishu had no intention of signing her, she didn’t hesitate to use whatever heat she could to market herself and increase her market value.

Ji Ning had schemed against two people at once; it was hard to say there wasn’t a gamble involved.

How you handle her is your business; I’m just giving you a heads-up.

Su Jiang was also a fierce character; she wouldn’t tolerate an artist acting on their own initiative like this.

Shen Lishu put her phone aside on the table, took a lychee that An Rongrong had peeled and held to her lips, and joined the group conversation.

The evening rush hour had passed, so the roads weren’t too congested. They reached the filming location in about an hour. Director Mao had caught up on some sleep in the car; he ignored the trending searches, his heart set only on filming.

Thus, he didn’t understand why everything was fine when they got in the car, but as soon as they got out, everyone was surrounding Shen Lishu and screaming. Was it a bit late for them to realize she was a Best Actress?

“Keep the fan behavior in check,” Director Mao shouted in his gravelly voice, ignoring the time of day. He wiped his face after getting out, pulled his signature black baseball cap onto his head, and called out, “Prepare for filming. The sooner we finish, the sooner we go home.”

The high school here was still in evening self-study sessions for extra classes. Their filming locations were mainly the old dormitories and the sports field. Normally, high schools would be on vacation in July, but the sophomores were being promoted to seniors this year. Under the pressure of college entrance exams, the school holiday started later.

While the makeup artist adjusted Shen Lishu and An Rongrong’s looks, Director Mao went to check the equipment.

A cool breeze seemed to have picked up at night. The sweltering air of the evening had faded. Standing on the vast sports field in a long dress, it didn’t feel hot at all.

Behind them was the brightly lit teaching building. Occasionally, the sound of a teacher’s voice could be heard drifting over on the wind. It sounded like a math class; the specific content wasn’t clear, but the vibe was incredibly familiar.

In front of them was the wide synthetic running track. The lights were slightly dim, making it a perfect spot for young couples to hold hands and whisper.

The wind lifted the stray hairs by her ears, carrying a familiar scent. An Rongrong felt for a moment as if she had returned to being sixteen or seventeen. She closed her eyes, feeling nostalgic.

She could almost see her former self on the track, wearing headphones and running lap after lap. Back then, the pressure was immense; when she was tired of studying, she would put on her headphones and run a few laps. She didn’t listen to music, but rather to edited clips of Shen Lishu’s voice.

The power of an idol is especially effective at times like that. An Rongrong had downloaded the audio files to save locally. It had never been an issue, until one day when she was connected to the internet and it randomly played a “spicy” (R-rated) audio edit of Shen Lishu made by a fan…

An Rongrong remembered it very clearly. That night, she was running while listening to Shen Lishu’s dialogue. Just as she was exhausted, she suddenly heard a new clip, and her whole body froze. She thought she had misheard, so she listened from the beginning again.

In her phone, the Best Actress’s soft, low, and alluring voice traveled through the airwaves into her ears, striking her heart and plucking at its strings.

The voice whispered, “Shall we do it?”

Two simple words, but spoken with such extreme eroticism. Just hearing the voice made one think of Shen Lishu’s bedroom eyes and fragrant breath.

An Rongrong, who was still quite “pure” at the time, immediately lost her breathing rhythm. Her ears turned red and hot, and she frantically yanked off her headphones and stopped.

W-What was that!

Shen Lishu had never filmed a passionate bed scene.

With a red face, An Rongrong waited until no one was looking and stuffed the headphones back in. Like a thief, she glanced around guiltily; every time someone passed her, she got nervous, terrified that others might hear the sound in her headphones.

She walked slowly on the field, her face scrunched up as she listened to this “spicy” audio spliced together from various sources.

From the beginning “Sister, you can’t, Mama won’t agree!”

To the later “More, more!”

She put in the same effort she used for the National College Entrance Exam English listening test, keeping her round face straight and her eyes wide, seriously listening to the audio. Every single time, her face turned red and her heart raced.

From that moment, a door to a new world opened. So there were such good things in this world!

An Rongrong was beautiful, so she always had many suitors, but she just never felt anything. She felt nothing for the school hunk, nothing for the top student, and nothing for the school bully. No matter who pursued her, she refused with a simple: “Dating affects my studies and my fan activities.”

Previously, An Rongrong thought dating was boring. Until that moment, she vaguely understood something. It wasn’t that she had no feelings, nor was it that dating was boring it was that the gender of the other person was wrong. Otherwise, why did she feel so much when listening to Shen Lishu’s voice?

That audio clip had accompanied An Rongrong through many moments and was still on her phone to this day.

An Rongrong thought back carefully. Since her debut, Shen Lishu had mostly filmed serious dramas; she really hadn’t had any intense romantic scenes. She blinked, her gaze trembling slightly, and she gasped.

So, would the Goddess’s “on-screen first time” be dedicated to her! An Rongrong remembered clearly that there were at least two or three detailed bed scenes in Sink. Not the kind where they just chat under the covers, but the real deal.

An Rongrong covered her face with both hands, nearly letting out a squeal. She turned her head excitedly to look at Shen Lishu, who was having her hair styled. The other woman was sitting on a small stool, looking up as she discussed the scene with Director Mao.

After all, the upcoming scenes were the flashbacks to Ye Tan’s past.

An Rongrong stared at Shen Lishu’s sharply defined ankles, her breath tightening.

She confessed! She admitted it! Her acting wasn’t good enough! So when they film the bed scenes later, could they please have a few more NGs (No-Goods)?

After all, what bad intentions could a “wife fan” have?

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