Limited-Time Attachment - Chapter 15

Song Ming frowned as she brewed herself a cup of tea. Watching the tea liquor gradually deepen in color, the impatience hanging at the corners of her brows finally subsided a few degrees.

Her phone let out a “ding-dong” a WeChat notification. Song Ming unlocked the screen, and a message from her subordinate popped up.

“President Song, according to our current findings, Yu Zhaowan was finalized by a director working under Lin Yu.”

Lin Yu?

It’s still Lin Yu.

Jiaxin had briefly fallen into the hands of the Zhong family’s second young master, but Lin Yu had never been part of the Second Young Master’s faction. Song Ming once thought Lin Yu was the old man Zhong’s person… but she had broken up with Zhou Jibai long ago. There was no reason for the old man to come bothering her now.

Given the scene she had caused at Songyun, the older generation should be wishing for Song Ming to stay as far away from their families as possible.

Could it be Zhou Jibai’s reckless younger brother? He was always easily incited by others.

Song Ming’s finger mindlessly flicked the screen, and the previous message sent by her subordinate slid into the center of the display:

“Yu Zhaowan, an artist under Ledi Media. A breakout star in the entertainment industry this year, she has immense popularity but lacks substantial representative works; currently, she only has her looks to rely on. Ledi Entertainment is small-scale, chaotically managed, and has limited resources. Yu Zhaowan is starting to show signs of losing momentum, and she personally intends to change her current situation.”

The timestamp floating above the green message bubble was exactly when Song Ming and Yu Zhaowan were sitting at the same table for lunch yesterday.

Song Ming slipped the phone back into her pocket.

Regardless of who instructed Lin Yu to bring Yu Zhaowan into the picture, they clearly just wanted to see her get intimate with Yu Zhaowan… After all, Song Ming was a “scoundrel.” Faced with a woman who met her tastes in every way, why wouldn’t she make a move?

Song Ming lit a cigarette, a smirk curling her lips in the silence. Fine, I’ll play along with them.

Before long, word spread throughout the massive filming set that newcomer actress with no background seemed to have been “taken under the wing” by President Song. The lingering glances between the two felt off, and even the boss of Yuexi became significantly more polite when facing Yu Zhaowan.

During a break in filming, Yu Zhaowan, draped in a shawl, walked gracefully to Song Ming’s side. This time, neither of them avoided the scrutiny. Yu Zhaowan’s hand was placed directly into Song Ming’s palm.

Song Ming held it back nonchalantly.

This commercial used time travel to express its theme, requiring several sets of videos from different eras. The requirements for the sets and styling were high, putting immense pressure on both the actors and the staff. They were currently filming the Republican era. Yu Zhaowan had changed into her fifth outfit, a high-slit qipao paired with a shawl, looking exceptionally charming.

“Did we pass this take, Teacher Song?” Yu Zhaowan didn’t care about the footage. She simply tilted her head to look at Song Ming, her fingers lightly and playfully scratching Song Ming’s palm.

Song Ming kept her palm open, feeling the feather-light sensation. Cooperatively, she curled the corners of her mouth: “I’m not that strict.”

“So that means it passed?” Yu Zhaowan straightened up and turned to lean against the low table, facing Song Ming. Her eyes, brimming with a shimmering smile, held only Song Ming. “I feel like the speed at which I meet the standard is getting faster and faster. Don’t I deserve a little encouragement and praise?”

Song Ming remained focused on the screen, but gave her the courtesy of closing her fingers to grasp the slender hand resting in her palm. “You are much more excellent than most people give you credit for.”

“Is that all?” Yu Zhaowan asked.

Song Ming was silent for a moment, still too lazy to speak words of romance: “Did you go to see the director I introduced to you?”

Yu Zhaowan seemed a bit disappointed. She pulled her shawl tighter. “How could I not go? You introduced them specifically. I just don’t know what the result will be.”

Song Ming smiled dismissively. She unconsciously let go of Yu Zhaowan’s hand and leaned back into her chair. “It won’t be anyone else. Calling you over was just a formality.”

She had arranged everything long ago. Since she was giving out resources, how could she give only half and leave her lover to fight for the rest?

Only someone with no class would do that.

Yu Zhaowan didn’t know what she was thinking. Watching the trace of cold indifference on Song Ming’s face, she couldn’t help but recall the way Song Ming looked appearing downstairs at her house a few days ago.

On that midsummer evening, the sky was filled with a rare, fiery sunset. Song Ming stood by an off-road vehicle, smoking a cigarette. She was tall and had a bad temper, which suited the car perfectly. Yu Zhaowan remembered there was a breeze that day, blowing Song Ming’s hair. Song Ming shielded the flame to light her cigarette, when she looked up and saw her, she broke into a wide smile.

When Song Ming smiled genuinely, she was strikingly beautiful, her grayish-green eyes sparkling with spirit.

Yu Zhaowan had been stunned by just one look, nearly forgetting what she wanted to say. She only heard Song Ming say: “Are you willing to give it a try with me?”

Looking back now, the cause and effect were still surreal. That single sentence. “Are you willing to give it a try with me?” had been enough to make her cast aside all reservations and walk toward Song Ming.

Yu Zhaowan leaned down slightly, looking at Song Ming. “You only said ‘try,’ yet we haven’t done anything, and you’ve already given me so much?”

Song Ming blinked. Quite naturally, she used the back of her hand to lightly brush against Yu Zhaowan’s cheek. “Who do you take me for?”