Joining A Dating Show With Five Exes - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Sister, Do You Want to Start Over With Me?

Chen Chuxing stared blankly at the glass cup.

Her alluring and glamorous face rarely displayed such an almost bewildered expression.

She suddenly recalled the most excessive thing she had done.

It was at a fashion gala one autumn.

Cheng Shiyuan had played a wildly popular supporting role in a drama that summer, single-handedly elevating the status of the entire production. She, who was previously ignored at such events, had a lot of wine poured for her that night.

Half-drunk, her eyes lowered languidly—a display of charm that Chen Chuxing couldn’t look away from.

The moment they arrived at their accommodation, she couldn’t wait to cling to her.

Cheng Shiyuan’s high heel strap, half-removed, was still wrapped around her ankle. Her gown had slipped down, hanging from her arms, as she let out a seductive, drawn-out moan in Chen Chuxing’s arms.

The brand earrings and necklaces they were wearing fell onto the carpet leading to the bedroom.

Whether it was the alcohol amplifying her sensitivity or Chen Chuxing being particularly passionate that day, Cheng Shiyuan cried harder than ever before, almost screaming as she melted in her arms.

Everywhere was soaked—the sheets, the carpet, even her hands were clammy with sweat, the soft flesh too slippery to hold onto.

“Sister, sister… spare me… I can’t… Wuu…”

The person beneath her was already too weak to kneel steadily, her knees red from chafing, but she still insisted on crawling forward.

“Good girl, Shiyuan. Give sister a kiss, okay?”

Chen Chuxing’s voice was affectionate as she coaxed, but she mercilessly pulled her back and pinned her down again.

When Cheng Shiyuan, eyes red and pleading, kissed her and mumbled incoherently that she “couldn’t hold back,” Chen Chuxing just accepted the sweet kiss with an indifferent smile.

She mischievously increased the pressure in her hand, and amidst the whimpers, she smiled and replied: “Good girl, you don’t have to hold back.”

She thought Cheng Shiyuan just couldn’t handle the too frequent, too easy climaxes.

Even when she didn’t reach one.

She was like a waterlogged ragdoll; a simple press or squeeze made her so sensitive that she would secrete a lot of fluid.

Who knew that Cheng Shiyuan, after drinking too much wine.

Couldn’t hold back in another way.

Cheng Shiyuan hadn’t been truly drunk. So, in the moment her temperature spiked and she lost all control, she couldn’t help but bite the pillow, crying and calling her naughty, saying she was too much and that she would never do it with her again—

“Very cute. Sister likes it very much, good Shiyuan.”

Later, she held and soothed her for a long time, even dutifully helping Cheng Shiyuan clean up. After she fell asleep, Chen Chuxing cleaned up all the messy traces of their escapade.

But Cheng Shiyuan remained very cautious and never drank alcohol in front of her again. As a result, Chen Chuxing always cherished that moment of intense pleasure, like watching a magnificent fireworks display.

But no matter how much she missed it, Chen Chuxing never imagined she would revisit it in this way.

She was actually a type of person with low libido.

Having grown up in the glamorous, superficial world, she had seen too many people driven to ugly behavior by desire. Chen Chuxing, whose mind was solely focused on making money, once believed she was asexual.

Men or women, the entertainment industry never lacked attractive appearances.

Until she met Cheng Shiyuan.

However, Chen Chuxing preferred to be the admirer. Cheng Shiyuan was both sensitive and susceptible to temptation. The way she blossomed under her fingertips was an addicting sight for Chen Chuxing.

Occasionally, the child would be defiant and try to dominate her. Chen Chuxing could only helplessly put down her script, half-reluctantly lying down to cooperate once.

But Cheng Shiyuan would remain unsatisfied.

“Is my technique really that bad? No, let’s go again. I don’t feel like you’re passionate enough; it feels like you’re humoring me.”

“Ah, you can’t pretend, okay? It makes me look like a scumbag who forces people with bad technique to fake it with acting.”

Chen Chuxing’s ears occasionally hurt from this overly boisterous nightingale.

In the end, she would often resort to another method, tiring Cheng Shiyuan until she shut up and forgot to emphasize her ‘top’s dignity.’

Cheng Shiyuan would often get sleepy after too much exertion and would then want to cling to her while sleeping.

That was Chen Chuxing’s happiest time. The warmth of the person she loved in her arms, and she could look down and see her beloved’s serene sleeping face.

Although it often resulted in her staring at Cheng Shiyuan for an entire afternoon without turning a single page of her script.

But she simply loved it.

The sweeter the past memories, the more bitter Chen Chuxing felt in her throat as she looked at the cold glass, illuminated by the pale moonlight.

Cheng Shiyuan seemed to remember something.

“I almost forgot, sister doesn’t seem to be the type who is very ‘wet’.”

Just as hope was rekindled in Chen Chuxing, and she instinctively nodded, wanting to discuss an alternative way to prove herself—

Cheng Shiyuan returned from the living room. This time, she brought a bigger cup, filled with drinking water.

She considerately offered the large cup of water:

“Then drink some to supplement your fluids first, okay? Otherwise, sister might have a very hard time.”

The hope in Chen Chuxing’s eyes vanished.

For the first time, she wanted to refuse such consideration.

Until she realized that Cheng Shiyuan’s thoughtfulness didn’t end there. She had even brought her to the screening room floor.

“The soundproofing in the screening room is very good, and all the external equipment has been turned off.”

“This bathroom doesn’t seem to be used much, so it’s okay if you cry very loudly, sister, right? No one will hear you.”

As the bathroom door slowly closed, Chen Chuxing knew she had no retreat.

After all, her spoiled princess was just like this; from the past to the present, she always got what she wanted.

She gripped the cup of warm water in her palm, her fingers turning white from the effort, preparing herself with great difficulty.

However, the person who once deeply loved her was now stingy even with her patience. She leaned against the door, arms crossed, sizing her up:

“I thought sister really missed me.”

“I deliberately sacrificed my beauty sleep to be with you, but you’re showing this kind of expression. Never mind, I’m not the type who likes to force people.”

With that, Cheng Shiyuan turned to leave without hesitation.

The moment her palm twisted the doorknob, she was suddenly hugged from behind.

“Don’t go—”

Chen Chuxing buried her head in Cheng Shiyuan’s shoulder, her voice filled with panic and alarm, yet she still rushed to promise:

“I’ll do it. Shiyuan, I’ll do it. Don’t go. Stay with me, okay?”

Even though the request was incredibly difficult for her.

Chen Chuxing had long known that to regain any favor from Cheng Shiyuan, even a sincere smile, she needed to pay a huge price.

She had made a grave mistake back then, so no matter the method of atonement, it was what she deserved.

Despite clearly feeling her body tremble slightly, Cheng Shiyuan was almost heartless, sharply pulling away the hands wrapped around her.

She turned around and lifted her chin toward Chen Chuxing: “If you want me to stay with you, show me your sincerity, sister.”

The decoration of this bathroom was not magnificent, but it was by no means simple.

The walls were tiled with dark green, low-key yet high-end patterns. A spotless small bathtub sat in the back, displaying the owner’s taste.

Regardless, Chen Chuxing was not being mistreated.

But she, who had scavenged through garbage and also attended opulent high-society parties, still felt uneasy in this setting.

As she drank the water with her head tilted back, her throat was tight as she constantly swallowed, the excess water dripping from the corners of her mouth, wetting her thin shirt.

As she unbuttoned the buttons one by one, her fingers slipped several times due to trembling.

When her knees opened and knelt on the cold tiles, the exposed skin instantly had goosebumps.

Her eyelids constantly fluttered, as if she had never engaged in any intimacy before.

Her fingers were stiff and clumsy. Even when placed in the correct position, they frantically rubbed herself raw, yet her body showed no reaction.

Cheng Shiyuan looked relaxed and composed, leaning against the door, but was secretly shifting her posture, tightening her legs.

She watched the feast unfolding before her without blinking.

Her peripheral vision even caught the mirror embedded in the side wall, which reflected the long mirror above the sink.

It perfectly showcased Chen Chuxing from all angles.

At first glance, it was like peering into a kaleidoscope world custom-made for this person.

The person who always liked to exude mature charm and was composed in every setting, exposing such an embarrassing, flushed appearance only in front of her, was actually more seductive than before.

Cheng Shiyuan felt like the glass door she was leaning against was already warm from her body temperature.

Yet, she still had to put on a malicious facade and critique:

“Has your technique regressed, sister? Have you forgotten how to practice?”

“You didn’t fondle me like this before. If you keep going like this, do you want me to stand here with you all night as punishment?”

Chen Chuxing couldn’t help but lower her head and close her eyes, as if this could be self-deception, pretending they were back in their sweet moments of the past.

But her body’s lack of cooperation, and the cold air constantly blowing from all sides, like a draft, gradually cooled her heart.

She grew anxious, even rubbing herself until it hurt, but the more eager she was, the further away she was from the desired state—

Until she heard the voice by the door again.

Chen Chuxing instinctively opened her eyes, her voice trembling as she pleaded: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Shiyuan…”

The first thing that dropped into the glass cup.

Was her tears, shed out of extreme fear.

But the next thing she met was the body temperature that was approaching again.

Cheng Shiyuan hadn’t left.

When she stood in front of her, she leaned down, ran her fingertip across the corner of her eye, and said helplessly:

“Why are you cheating with tears?”

Saying that, she ruthlessly brought the salty tears to Chen Chuxing’s lips.

The moment Chen Chuxing reflexively held her finger in her mouth, Cheng Shiyuan pulled it out without lingering.

She pushed aside the partially covering shirt.

The wet mark on her finger was heartlessly smeared onto the soft flesh beneath the shirt.

Then, as Chen Chuxing looked up dazedly, only watching her expression.

Cheng Shiyuan suddenly raised her hand and pinched, closing her fingertips.

As if she had finally found a favorite toy in her, Cheng Shiyuan squeezed with keen interest.

She then looked down into her eyes:

“This part can help you. The other parts, you’ll have to try hard yourself, right?”

A sweet gasp escaped Chen Chuxing’s mouth uncontrollably.

It was as if, over years of intimacy, her body had unilaterally recognized a new owner, betraying her.

The area that was utterly unresponsive and even contrary to her brain was now eagerly submissive the moment it smelled Cheng Shiyuan’s scent and felt the warmth of her touch.

…

And the hunter who could now decide the fate of her prey was Cheng Shiyuan.

…

As if unwilling to be outdone, wanting to provoke and contend with her strength.

Beneath her slender waist, the beautiful glass cup perfectly reflected a magnificent sight that no one usually saw.

‘Plop‘

A viscous liquid dropped onto the glass wall from an unknown place.

The previously silent, unresponsive area was like a light drizzle finally falling in a tropical jungle.

The entire bathroom was filled with the sound of trickling water, as if a stream was preparing to collect.

It was then that she saw Chen Chuxing’s hazy eyes and heard her unconscious murmur:

“Shiyuan, hug me.”

“Hold me, kiss me, okay?”

Cheng Shiyuan had never been able to resist her gentle, coaxing pleas before.

That’s why her attempts to push her away always wavered after a few seconds, weakening disappointingly.

Now, she seemed heartless, intensifying the pressure between her fingers. Amidst Chen Chuxing’s unexpected muffled gasp, she smiled and forbade her:

“No pouting.”

“I won’t kiss you, and I won’t hug you.”

Maliciously, she slightly stretched the soft flesh she was gripping, as if playing with putty, and said dismissively:

“I’ll give you five more minutes. If you can’t even fill half the cup, I won’t play with you anymore.”

Chen Chuxing sounded like she heard a death countdown. She shook her head repeatedly, looking at her pleadingly: “Shiyuan, Shiyuan, help me, please—”

The words she had never heard, no matter how she tormented her in bed, were all collected tonight.

Cheng Shiyuan narrowed her eyes contentedly.

She initially didn’t want to cooperate, but she couldn’t resist her own desire to see Chen Chuxing lose control.

So she licked her lips, releasing the area she was playing with. Her fingers mischievously slid over her body.

Sometimes she pinched her waist, pretending to measure if she had the legendary A4 waist.

Sometimes she seemed innocent, stroking her face. When Chen Chuxing leaned in, tracing her cheek adoringly.

Cheng Shiyuan suddenly changed her destination.

Heading downward to pinch another spot that Chen Chuxing couldn’t bear.

She heard Chen Chuxing’s sweet, muffled scream.

The warm body instinctively arched its back, leaning its head toward her neck, as if seeking help.

Feeling her body tremble convulsively, continuously chanting her name, as if pleading and professing love at the same time.

Cheng Shiyuan did not let go. Instead, after her fingertips unknowingly got wet, she retaliated by tightening her grip.

The person leaning on her suddenly lost her voice, as if her vocal cords had been strangled.

But inside the glass cup, a string of delightful dripping sounds echoed.

Cheng Shiyuan’s slightly complaining voice, intimate and malicious, fell into her ear:

“What’s wrong? So sister didn’t like my gentle ways before, after all. If you had just told me you liked it harder, I wouldn’t have kept doubting my technique.”

Chen Chuxing finally found her voice, sobbing: “No, no, Shiyuan… Shiyuan… Let go…!”

“Do you really want me to let go?”

Cheng Shiyuan tilted her head, blowing air onto her already red ear: “I’m clearly helping you. Honestly. Why are you acting like an ignorant child, just being ungrateful and pouting randomly?”

As if to retaliate for all of Chen Chuxing’s past bad behavior.

Not only did she not let go, but she was even more wicked.

In that moment, she physically felt how Chen Chuxing’s body tensed up.

She seemed to suddenly understand why the other person was always so unwilling to pull away when she was happy.

The continuously extended pleasure turned into torture. Chen Chuxing couldn’t stay kneeling anymore and involuntarily wrapped her arms around Cheng Shiyuan, only calling her name repeatedly.

Cheng Shiyuan, however, was cold. She only ordered her to let go and not dirty her clothes.

Tears in Chen Chuxing’s eyes could no longer be controlled. Unable to bear her cold treatment, she shook her head frantically, like a puppy who refused to be separated from its owner once found. She begged her over and over:

“Shiyuan, Shiyuan, please… don’t treat me like this…”

As the two struggled most fiercely, one wanting to leave and the other to stay—

Chen Chuxing suddenly heard the sound of shattered glass.

“Bang.”

Her heart instantly constricted.

Even her blood supply seemed to stop.

Like a child who realized they had caused a huge disaster, she didn’t dare to move, her eyes staring blankly.

Just when she knew she couldn’t hold onto her and fell into the most desperate moment.

Acquired Chen Chuxing Affection Value: 0.01

The system’s voice stunned Cheng Shiyuan too.

…0.01?

She almost laughed out loud at the absurdity.

She had thought Chen Chuxing genuinely loved her and truly wanted to keep her, so she was willing to play this game with her. In the end, if it weren’t for the system’s prompt, would she have been unilaterally manipulated by Chen Chuxing again?

This was even more stingy than that heartless person, Shen Lingxi—

No.

Impossible.

Almost losing her composure under the huge blow, Cheng Shiyuan slowly reached out and lifted Chen Chuxing’s face.

It was that look.

Eyes where hope had shattered, instinctively searching for salvation and light, eyes that would slowly light up when looking into hers.

How could a Chen Chuxing like this not love her?

Cheng Shiyuan thought calmly.

She repeatedly recalled the words the system spoke when it upgraded that day.

What was the key phrase?

[Within 25 days… five Life Value Targets… a total of 100 points of Pure Affection Value… heal all physical diseases… eternal health and youth.]

25 days? 100 points? Affection Value?

No, no, no.

The key was—Pure.

Pure Affection Value?

Cheng Shiyuan’s mind flashed back to the dinner on the cruise ship tonight.

Xia Ziran was willing to eat that incredibly awful appetizer for her.

Wang Shu constantly looked at her, and even though she was always interrupted by Ji Sheng, her eyes were always glued to her.

Xie Zhiqing didn’t care what she ate, but because Cheng Shiyuan was a picky eater, she always prepared many different dishes and methods when cooking for her, because she never knew what flavor her spoiled princess would suddenly fancy today.

Even Chen Chuxing.

The famous actress, Chen, who was already accomplished and renowned, set aside all her dignity and was willing to eat the half-eaten leftovers from her plate, which looked utterly unappetizing.

They were all willing to do various, out-of-the-ordinary things for Cheng Shiyuan.

But why didn’t the system announce any Affection Value?

Is love mixed with jealousy, love mixed with possessiveness, love of habit, love of guilt… not considered pure love?

Or, must the love not carry any negative emotions?

Cheng Shiyuan felt like she was back in a literature class, wracking her brain to do a comprehension on those three words.

She knew that if she couldn’t figure this out, the meager number inside the red box that had changed to ‘Affection Value Notification’ would never increase.

Currently, it only showed:

Acquired Affection Value: 2.11

And the largest part of that was contributed by Xia Ziran, the person who hated her the most.

Does extreme hatred equal extreme love, or… is Xia Ziran’s hatred merely a facade?

Cheng Shiyuan’s temples were throbbing from brainstorming until she felt a cautious, light kiss on her lips.

Chen Chuxing was delighted that she hadn’t left immediately, but also feared her current cold attitude.

In the end, she could only test her this way.

She was prepared to be ruthlessly pushed away the next second.

“Chen Chuxing.”

As expected, once the person in front of her lost interest, she wouldn’t even play the “sister” game with her anymore.

Chen Chuxing instinctively looked down, wanting to piece together the shattered cup, murmuring: “Give me another chance, Shiyuan, I swear—”

But Cheng Shiyuan, almost cruelly, clamped down on her wrist without hesitation.

No matter how far she stretched her fingers, she couldn’t touch the shattered glass on the floor.

It was as if no matter how hard she tried, she could never repair the broken relationship between her and Cheng Shiyuan.

Chen Chuxing was not prone to crying, but tonight, she seemed to be shedding a lifetime’s worth of tears.

Her face was cold and wet, yet she stubbornly stared at the pile of cups, muttering: “I can fix it. I actually know some masters who are very good at antique restoration. I will fix it… Shiyuan, please believe me…”

She didn’t realize her voice was trembling with helplessness.

Even though that cup was so humiliating, she wanted to grasp this one, last chance.

But she forgot that Cheng Shiyuan never looked back at the past.

So this time.

The grip on her wrist tightened, and even her warning voice carried impatience: “Chen. Chu. Xing!”

In that instant, Chen Chuxing’s world suddenly collapsed.

All the strength was drained from her body. In her fragmented world, she fell toward the shattered glass on the floor.

She was willing to perish with this broken relationship.

But someone caught her.

“I forgive you.”

Cheng Shiyuan frowned, gritting her teeth and desperately supporting the person in her arms.

Wang Shu could be considered an unexpected event, and Xia Ziran was a self-inflicted situation, but what was the point if Chen Chuxing got injured now too?

Anyone would think she was a jinx.

She practically half-dragged, half-carried her away from the dangerous area covered in broken glass.

Just in case, she repeatedly swept the nearby tiles with the sole of her shoe, worried that a piece of glass might be unknowingly stepped on by Chen Chuxing.

Holding the person by the bathtub, meeting those incredulous eyes that seemed not to have fully registered what happened, she patiently repeated:

“Didn’t you hear clearly?”

“I said, I forgive you.”

In truth, she had stopped blaming Chen Chuxing a long time ago.

She recalled that when she and Chen Chuxing were dating, Chen Chuxing had secretly brought gifts to visit her home.

However, Cheng’s father stayed in the study on the second floor the entire time, never coming down to meet the guest, leaving her completely neglected.

Cheng Shiyuan had received the news and arrived. She felt sorry for Chen Chuxing, but also calmly knew what obstacles they would face.

Because her father had married a wife who was unremarkable, with a common background, and was useless beyond her looks.

Everyone considered this heir of the Cheng family to be blinded by lust. And this kind of wife, who couldn’t offer any assistance, ridiculously died young.

Her father became the laughingstock of that circle.

Later, even her father regretted something during his days as a widower. After helping her solidify her position as the heir, he strictly commanded her, even forbidding her from dating anyone whose family background wasn’t equal to theirs.

When she chose the directing major, he went completely insane.

He suddenly cut off her cards.

He frantically kicked her out of the house in the middle of the night during a holiday, only allowing the housekeeper to open the door again after she agreed to be a proper heir.

When she was working on her video editing assignments, he took away her phone, ID, and computer, forcing her to agree to change her major and return to the country next semester.

At the most difficult time, Cheng Shiyuan’s seeking refuge with Xie Zhiqing even resulted in the Xie family having to stop Xie Zhiqing’s allowance, just to placate Cheng’s father.

As a result, Xie Zhiqing was already strapped for cash due to her internship project, and her other money was tied up in investments. She spent half the night searching for quick-cash side jobs so the two of them wouldn’t be reduced to eating instant noodles.

But all of this only made Cheng Shiyuan more determined to strengthen her own wings.

What if she was disowned by the Cheng family?

She didn’t need a grand wedding—no island, no cruise ship, no hotel was necessary.

As long as the person she married was Chen Chuxing, just a small table, a few close friends to celebrate, everyone getting drunk together at the banquet, and smilingly wishing them eternal happiness, was enough.

She didn’t care for the title of heir. She didn’t need the vast Cheng family fortune.

Until her wishful thinking was shattered by Chen Chuxing.

“You know me, I never cared for anyone outside of the wealthy elite. I’ve had enough of hardship, and I really want to marry into a rich family. If you’re not the future head of the Cheng family, wouldn’t my efforts be for nothing?”

“I really wanted to try, but there’s no way. Your family is too stubborn. I could only choose to take a sum of money and leave, or struggle with you, who has nothing. Forget it. You be your heir, and I’ll continue to be a ‘wealth hunter’.”

“I’m very professional. I take money to eliminate trouble. Cheng Shiyuan, I won’t look for you again. Please let me go, too.”

Lies, lies, lies.

Liar.

Cheng Shiyuan desperately wanted to film Chen Chuxing at that moment and post it online for everyone to admire the most clumsy performance in history by the child star turned celebrated actress, Queen Chen.

She didn’t need Chen Chuxing to presumptuously push her back into the position of ‘heir.’

She never regretted any path she chose.

It was just that this time, she had misjudged the destination.

She thought she had chosen a person who could weather storms and advance together.

But it turned out Chen Chuxing wasn’t her destination. She had to keep moving forward.

Her life was still so long.

“I don’t blame you. I forgive you.”

Cheng Shiyuan said for the third time, almost peacefully.

She knew, of course, that Chen Chuxing never chose money over her.

It was just that back then, she was too stubborn to accept the silent betrayal of the person she loved most.

But none of that mattered now.

However, her words of forgiveness seemed to make Chen Chuxing even more broken.

The light in her eyes was more fragmented than the glass pieces on the floor that couldn’t be picked up. She had been crying silently, but now, hearing Cheng Shiyuan’s words, her last shred of dignity turned to dust.

“No… No! I don’t want that!”

The person who had always maintained an older sister’s composure in front of Cheng Shiyuan now truly became a child.

Chen Chuxing begged incoherently: “Don’t forgive me. Please, Shiyuan. Punish me. You can punish me any way you want—”

She was too clear about it.

More terrifying than dislike or hatred, was forgiveness.

The opposite of love was never hatred; it was indifference.

Chen Chuxing would rather be hated by Cheng Shiyuan for a lifetime than have their relationship wiped clean!

How could she be so cruel?

It felt as though a large chunk of meat had been brutally gouged out of her heart. At this moment, Chen Chuxing felt a pain a hundred times worse than their breakup.

Even inhaling required all her strength. She had become the person she once despised most—the one who clung to an ex after a breakup: “It’s all my fault. Blame me… Don’t forgive me…”

Cheng Shiyuan had never seen her cry like this.

Not even in a movie.

She let Chen Chuxing hold her and cry hysterically. After a while, she suddenly realized what Chen Chuxing was truly worried about.

Unlike her previous coldness, this time she gently raised her hand and tirelessly wiped away Chen Chuxing’s tears.

“Is sister not going to listen to my next sentence?”

A hint of helplessness was in Cheng Shiyuan’s smile.

She heard herself coaxing, enticing her with the question:

“What I mean is—”

“Let’s let the past be the past. Sister, don’t you want to start over with me?”

Chen Chuxing’s love was too heavily mixed with guilt.

Cheng Shiyuan didn’t need this kind of guilty, redemptive love. So, she had to shave off these terrible things first.

Like tending to a plant full of dead leaves and various ailments, Cheng Shiyuan patiently prepared to pluck off those bad leaves one by one.

She wanted this plant to blossom beautifully again.

And Chen Chuxing, at that moment, forgot how to breathe.

A ray of light suddenly pierced her collapsing world.

She didn’t dare to move, afraid it was an illusion, and afraid that any movement would make the illusion vanish.

After a long, long time, until the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were dry, and her eyes stung from the repeated friction.

She asked, disbelief coloring her voice: “…What?”

Cheng Shiyuan liked her performance tonight too much.

No more of her former presumptuousness, no more feigned maturity.

So, in a very good mood, she smiled and asked: “Sister, do you want to forget the past and start over with me?”

She seemed unaware of the magnitude of the promise she was offering, only looking at Chen Chuxing with anticipation:

Come on—

Let me see how much pure affection you truly have for me.