My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 10

Ji Jiayu casually sent over a location pin, setting it at the office building where she had just gone for an audition, Building B.

She sat alone by the window, scrolling through her phone. During that time, she politely turned down a boy who had come over to strike up a conversation.

By the time it was nearly 1 p.m.—

Outside the window, across the street, a Rolls-Royce Vision limited edition drove by. Its pure silver body gleamed eye-catchingly in the sunlight.

The Rolls-Royce pulled up beneath the office building not far away.

The car door opened, and a woman stepped out.

Qiu Miaoran was dressed in a light khaki suit jacket over a dress, a navy Hermès briefcase casually slung over her shoulder. A belt cinched her waist, emphasizing her long legs and impossibly high waistline, her figure model-perfect.

She stood by the car door, shielding the wind with one hand as she lit a cigarette.

Her back looked slender and tall—

The posture of someone waiting for someone.

The two of them were separated only by a narrow lane.

Ji Jiayu sat by the window, quietly watching her from across the street.

From this angle, she could only see Qiu Miaoran’s side profile, not her full face.

Without that face that resembled her sister’s, the attraction in Ji Jiayu’s eyes diminished.

Just another ordinary beauty.

Soon, a girl with a soft, delicate style of dress stopped by Qiu Miaoran, seemingly asking for directions.

Qiu Miaoran gestured to show the way.

A little later, a boy came over to flirt with her.

Qiu Miaoran waved him off.

The boy covered his mouth with his sleeve, embarrassed, and walked away.

Once Qiu Miaoran finished her cigarette, she stubbed it out.

The phone on Ji Jiayu’s table lit up.

[Qiu]: When are you coming out?

Ji Jiayu lowered her eyes, typed a line, and sent it—

[Ji Jiayu]: Ah~ When did you get here? Why didn’t you tell me? [/shy]
[Ji Jiayu]: Has President Qiu been waiting for me long? [/little fox covering face]

A playful smile tugged at her lips.

After all, Qiu Miaoran’s time was precious… the longer she waited, the more valuable it became, wasn’t that so?

[Ji Jiayu]: I’m at Lily’s Garden, can you find it?

—Of course she could. It was right across the street, on her left-hand side.

[Qiu]: Mm, I see it.

By the time Qiu Miaoran walked into Lily’s Garden and found her at the window seat, it was already nearly one o’clock.

“To get President Qiu to come out… it really isn’t easy, is it?” Ji Jiayu propped her chin in one hand, turning to look at her with a soft smile. Her amber eyes curved like crescent moons, as though filled with tiny starlight of affection. “By the way, have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Perfect, then we can eat together~” Ji Jiayu said sweetly. “I’ve been sitting here waiting for you, holding back and not eating anything.”

“Why didn’t you eat?”

“Because I wanted… to eat with you.” Ji Jiayu suddenly lowered her lashes, her pale cheeks just tinged with pink.

That little expression was adorably girlish, almost bashful—saying such words in public made her look shy.

As if embarrassed, she raised her hand, fingers lightly covering part of her face…

Qiu Miaoran’s fingers curled slightly where they rested at her side. She sat down across from Ji Jiayu. As she did, her eyes flickered toward the tabletop—clean, simple chairs and tables, nothing fancy, but tidy.

“Where do you want to eat?”

“Here. I’m too hungry.”

“Here…” It seemed Qiu Miaoran hadn’t expected her to choose such a modest street-side café. She paused for a moment.

“All right. Let’s order first.”

Once they had ordered, the waiter glanced between the two of them. Closing his pen with a click, he leaned in slightly, lowered his voice, and addressed Qiu Miaoran:

“You two are a couple, right? Is your girlfriend a celebrity…? She’s so beautiful~”

Qiu Miaoran lowered her gaze, lashes trembling slightly. She pressed her lips together but didn’t answer.

“Thanks, but I’m not a celebrity yet… She’s beautiful too, isn’t she?” Ji Jiayu smiled, lips curving, a pearly white tooth peeking through, her eyes glittering.

“How did you figure it out?”

“When you look at her, your eyes shine so brightly. So I guessed. Sorry to bother you both.” The waiter chuckled awkwardly and left with their order.

Ji Jiayu’s smile grew shy. She raised her fingers again, covering her cheek as if hiding—through the cracks of her hand, a flush of pink was visible.

When her gaze returned to Qiu Miaoran, her light-colored eyes gleamed even more, like a sky filled with little stars.

The waiter glanced back at Ji Jiayu several times before leaving.

So this girl wasn’t a celebrity?

Such a waste. With that face, she ought to debut—he’d even thought about asking for her autograph…

Though the café was small, the food came out quickly.

“Too sweet,” Qiu Miaoran frowned slightly, “This drink—I don’t like it. It tastes like soda.”

Her pale fingertips held the straw, stirring it slowly. The ice cubes clinked, the mint leaves bobbing up and down.

Fried chicken tenders, plum wine, seaweed salad…

Qiu Miaoran chewed slowly, as if each bite were wax.

Damn this seaweed salad…

Why was it so sweet!

A sugar overdose.

She picked up a piece of fried chicken with her chopsticks, stared at the egg yolk sauce, hesitated, then dipped the tip in the tiniest bit of ketchup instead.

“I don’t like sweet food.”

“Really?” Ji Jiayu bit down on a piece of chicken coated in sauce, crunching noisily before taking another sip of the sweet plum wine. She dabbed her lips with a napkin and said leisurely,

“I think this place is… pretty good.”

Back in high school, there had been a little café near the school gates. When her sister—the one who funded her studies—came to see her, she would take her there.

Fried rice, pineapple rice, chicken tenders, plum wine, seaweed salad, thin-crust sweet potato–edge lava pizza…

Every time, her sister brought her a new kind of treat.

Ji Jiayu had long fallen in love with the sweetness of cafés.

Qiu Miaoran, however, disliked anything overly sweet. Her daily meals were mostly prepared by Aunt Chen, who had passed advanced nutritionist certification.

When eating out, it was always high-end restaurants, four or five figures per head.

Qiu Miaoran gave a soft “Mm,” took a bite of salad, some pasta, then set down her chopsticks: “Take your time.”

It was the restraint of someone raised in a wealthy family—not standing up and leaving outright, despite the sugar-laden table of “sins.”

Already a stretch. And obvious.

Qiu Miaoran did not like… these common street cafés.

Ji Jiayu took a sip of plum wine, the sweetness blooming across her tongue. She gave a little “ah,” sounding surprised.

“President Qiu, you’re done eating already? You barely touched anything—was it not good?”

“It’s fine,” Qiu Miaoran cleared her throat lightly, sipping the plain water the waiter had brought. “Just not used to it.”

Clearly, they weren’t the same kind of people.

Qiu Miaoran wasn’t happy.

Her mood had not lifted at all—Ji Jiayu’s “Life Extension Value” hadn’t increased in the slightest.

Ji Jiayu smiled faintly, lowering her lashes to hide the dim light in her eyes.

She was not her sister, after all.

They were different.

…

Qiu Miaoran sat silently, watching her eat.

Ji Jiayu was nibbling on a mango pancake, lips pursed. She held the little fork with a touch of seriousness, carefully spearing a large chunk of mango.

She opened her mouth and bit half of it off. A dab of cream smeared the corner of her lips.

Her soft pink tongue darted out, gently licking it away.

Pink lips, white cream—leaving behind a faint trace of sensuality.

It made one… thirsty.

Qiu Miaoran’s fingers stroked the glass in her hand. She lifted it and drank a long gulp of water.

The sound of “glug” echoed from her throat.

So thirsty.

Ji Jiayu finished the mango from the pancake. After nibbling at a little cream and cake skin, she was full. “This afternoon… will you keep me company?”

“Keep you company? Doing what?” Qiu Miaoran released the glass, turned her phone over, and glanced at the time. “Is it some important occasion?”

“Keep me company, play with me. Isn’t that allowed?” Ji Jiayu wiped her mouth with a napkin, then pulled out a small mirror from her bag. She uncapped her lipstick and touched up her pale pink lips.

“It’s nothing special.”

But today was her birthday.

That was why she had asked Qiu Miaoran to come, to eat at this little café with her.

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