My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 14

Ji Jiayu walked into the room.

“Rest here for a while, wait for me.”

Qiu Miaoran’s voice came from the doorway,

but the person didn’t come in.

Ji Jiayu hadn’t even reacted yet,

when the next second—bang—the door closed.

She was left alone in the room.

Qiu Miaoran returned to the banquet hall.

While handling the guests, President Qiu secretly slipped away into her very first instance of slacking off at work.

On her phone screen, she typed out a line and sent it—

[Wall Street · Jing City Wolves]

[Qiu]: How do you guys usually coax girls into being happy?

[Wolf One]: Buy her a bag. Bags cure everything.

[Wolf Two]: Buy diamonds. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.

[Wolf Three]: I don’t coax girls. Usually, they’re the ones coaxing me—asking whether I like strawberry flavor or cantaloupe flavor.

[Wolf One]: ……

[Qiu]: So vulgar.

[Wolf One]: Old Qiu, we’re all vulgar people. Why don’t you share something with us, let’s hear it~

When her phone buzzed again with more messages from the [Wall Street · Jing City Wolves] group, Qiu Miaoran didn’t bother to open it.

These silly guys clearly couldn’t serve as her think tank.

The launch ceremony ended, staff began tidying up the venue, and the other attendees gradually left.

At the banquet hall’s exit—

“Assistant Li.” Qiu Miaoran suddenly called out, stopping him. “Come with me.”

As she spoke, her entire body radiated a dark, oppressive aura, as if the air pressure around them had dropped.

Clearly, President Qiu was in a bad mood.

“President Qiu.” Assistant Li’s excitement about finally getting off work instantly vanished. The corners of his lips stiffened into a strained smile as he followed her into a nearby lounge.

“I have a question for you.”

Assistant Li’s heart sank. “Did something go wrong with the due diligence report on that project?”

“No,” Qiu Miaoran’s fingers intertwined on her knee. “It’s a… personal matter.”

“Oh, oh—that’s good then, that’s good.”

“I want to know, how do you usually get along with your girlfriend? Especially when she’s upset.”

Assistant Li: “If I made her upset, first I’d apologize, then give her gifts—bags, lipsticks, makeup, clear out her shopping cart.”

Qiu Miaoran lowered her lashes, thinking. Ji Jiayu already had plenty of those necessities in her room. That probably wasn’t the answer.

“What if she’s upset for reasons unrelated to you? What then?”

“If she’s in a bad mood, then you have to cheer her up.”

Qiu Miaoran paused. “How do you cheer her up? Be specific.”

“Honestly, girls aren’t that hard to coax. You need to take her on dates, give her surprises. During the date, increase physical closeness—it helps build intimacy.”

Seeing Qiu Miaoran lower her gaze and press her lips together in silence, he quickly added a vivid example:

“Dating a girl is like maintaining a client relationship. You need frequent contact to nurture the bond.”

“Mm.” Qiu Miaoran nodded. With his reminder, her thoughts seemed much clearer.

“Then arrange it. I’ll take leave tomorrow and the day after.”

“Uh—President Qiu…” Assistant Li instantly felt a headache coming on. If President Qiu took time off, a whole chain of schedules would be disrupted, which meant the rest of them would inevitably have to work overtime.

Qiu Miaoran rose to her feet: “I need to maintain two days of client relations.”

Assistant Li: ……

Click. The hotel room door opened.

Under the tall floor lamp, Ji Jiayu sat in front of the French window wearing a bathrobe. The wide sleeves had slipped down to her elbows, exposing skin so pale it was almost translucent, the veins faintly visible.

She propped her cheek with one hand, her posture lazy like a cat, eyes half-closed. An open book rested across her knees.

Clearly,

Ji Jiayu hadn’t neglected herself—she had known to call the hotel landline and order room service.

On the table by the window, food was piled high: little cakes, cheese tarts… mostly sweets.

Qiu Miaoran switched into slippers and walked over.

Ji Jiayu’s eyes drifted shut, long lashes trembling. She struggled to open them again, blinking slowly, her pointed chin bobbing up and down like a little chick pecking at rice…

She really was drowsy.

And when she was sleepy, she looked especially adorable, stirring a mischievous urge to tease her.

Qiu Miaoran deliberately raised her voice. “Jiayu.”

“Don’t sleep here. You’ll catch a cold.”

Ji Jiayu’s body jolted, and she let out a soft “ah,” as if startled. Her eyes opened slowly, and with a thud, the things on her knees fell to the ground.

A pencil and the book landed at Qiu Miaoran’s feet.

Qiu Miaoran bent down, first picking up the pencil, then stepping forward to pick up the book. The pages were still open to where Ji Jiayu had been reading,

and on that page, a line was underlined in pencil—

“I love you more than any woman ever has. And I don’t care that you don’t love me.”

——Gone with the Wind [1]

She loves me more than any woman ever has.

How could she love me that much…

Thump-thump—

Her heart seemed to skip a beat.

In that moment, Qiu Miaoran felt a strange guilt, unsettled by such scorching, passionate love.

A faint sense of helplessness welled up inside her—along with just the slightest touch of shame.

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