My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 16

[Qiu]: Wear something sporty today.

[Qiu]: I’ve got a surprise for you.

When Ji Jiayu saw the words “surprise,” her fingers paused for a moment before tapping the screen to reply

[Ji Jiayu]: I’m really looking forward to it…

[Ji Jiayu]: [/mirror selfie]

In the photo,
the girl was still in last night’s bathrobe. The collar was loose and slightly open, showing the faint outline of her collarbones. A shallow reddish mark lingered on her neck, like a mosquito bite. She hadn’t covered it with concealer yet—it was clearly left from last night.

[Qiu]: That outfit is absolutely not okay. Dress properly.

Ji Jiayu: “…”

This person really doesn’t have a single ounce of romance.

[Qiu]: Go downstairs. Someone will drive you back to change clothes.

Half an hour later, Ji Jiayu walked out of Autumn Waters Residence and got into a sleek black Bentley.

Today she wore a red halter top that covered her delicate collarbones but revealed her rounded shoulders. The knitted red fabric made her skin look especially pale—smooth and radiant, like freshly peeled lychee, glowing with brightness.

On the bottom, she wore high-waisted shorts, leaving her faintly rosy knees exposed.

Her ponytail was tied high, the curled ends bouncing playfully, giving off a lively and youthful charm.

When she opened the car door, she found the driver wasn’t Qiu Miao but Assistant Li.
“Assistant Li, where are we going today?”

“President Qiu won’t let me say. It’s a surprise. You’ll know when we arrive.”

The Bentley left Autumn Waters Residence, crossed an overpass, and finally stopped at a horse ranch in the western part of the city.

“Here?” Ji Jiayu stepped out of the car.

“Yes,” Assistant Li nodded. “I won’t disturb you. Please head in on your own.”

Ji Jiayu walked into the ranch alone. On the small path lined with white fences, a uniformed staff member came over.
“Hello, do you have a reservation?”

“There should be. I’m here to meet someone—her surname is Qiu.”

“All right, please follow me.”

Ji Jiayu followed the staff deeper into the ranch.

It was hard to imagine that the western suburbs housed such a large, estate-like horse ranch.

The grassy fields spread endlessly, lush and green, set against a bright blue sky and pristine clouds.

“Please wait here. The person you’re meeting should be along shortly,” the staff explained before leaving.

Ji Jiayu was left alone.

“Miss Lin?” A woman’s voice called from behind, sounding unfamiliar.

“Is that Miss Lin?”

Ji Jiayu stood still, hearing the woman call again, and realized she might be addressing her.

The woman was clearly dressed like a socialite—wearing a black-and-white checkered tweed set, carrying a Lady Dior bag, her hair dyed chestnut brown and curled at the ends. A sparkling diamond accessory shone on her head.

“Oh, sorry. I mistook you,” the moment Ji Jiayu turned her head, the woman’s eyes widened in surprise, as though she’d seen something unexpected.

“You look a bit like someone I know.”

“What a coincidence.” Ji Jiayu looked at her with calm eyes, her lips curving into a smile.

“You’re the second person… who’s said I look like ‘Miss Lin.’”

“Haha… well, the circle here in Jing City is small. Familiar faces are bound to overlap.” The woman gave an embarrassed smile before continuing,

“Beautiful women often share similarities. What’s striking about you isn’t just your features—it’s the overall aura when one first lays eyes on you.”

“Let me introduce myself. My surname is Zhou. I came here with President Song.” She extended her hand, offering a shake.

“My surname is Ji.”

“Miss Ji,” the woman in the checkered set asked,

“So you’re here to play by yourself?”

“No, I came with President Qiu.”

“You mean President Qiu from Qiushui Venture?” When Ji Jiayu nodded, the woman sighed, lowering her lashes as if recalling something.

“I once accompanied President Qiu as her partner. She’s… quite good. But today I’m here as President Song’s companion.”

As she mentioned her past with Qiu Miao, she deliberately glanced at Ji Jiayu, only to find her expression unchanged, completely indifferent, as though unbothered. This caught her off guard.

Among the sisters in their circle, it was common knowledge—

Once you’d accompanied President Qiu, you didn’t want to accompany anyone else.

She was the easiest to be around, the least forceful, never imposing herself to seek pleasure.

But what intrigued Ji Jiayu was her last statement. “President Song’s companion… what do you mean?”

“Oh, President Song has many companions.” The woman smirked, lowering her head slightly, her fingers brushing over her Dior bag. “It just happens to be my turn today.”

“You don’t mind?” Ji Jiayu asked.

“What’s there to mind? It’s consensual.” The woman scoffed inwardly. This girl was really putting on airs.

She only looked somewhat like Qiu Miao’s fiancée—just riding on that resemblance. Leaning on President Qiu to make money, yet pretending to be so pure and lofty?

—As if one gold-digger is nobler than another?

“President Song may…” The woman suddenly cut herself off, swallowing her complaints about his preferences. She changed her tone instead, her voice tinged with pride.

“You don’t know, I mean… Young President Song of Runtai Medical. He’s so handsome, so generous. To be his companion—I couldn’t be happier.”

“Qianqian.” A man’s voice rang out.

Midway through her conversation with Ji Jiayu, the woman surnamed Zhou abruptly stopped, running toward the voice, her Dior bag swinging back and forth.

“President Song.”

Across the way stood a man with a buzz cut, dark stubble visible on his scalp. He was dressed in riding gear, holding the reins of a chestnut-red horse.

The woman rushed up eagerly, clinging to him. Her voice turned syrupy sweet.
“President Song, I’ve been waiting for you so long~”

“Jiayu.”

A familiar female voice called out nearby.

Ji Jiayu turned at the sound.

Not far away, Qiu Miao appeared, clad head-to-toe in fitted black riding attire.

The tailored uniform accentuated her tall, slender figure. Her long ponytail was tucked neatly under her helmet. A snow-white shirt peeked from underneath, buttoned all the way to the top.

Black riding boots hugged her long legs tightly, outlining lean muscle.

The outfit on her looked striking—handsome, poised between masculine and feminine charm.

In this moment, Qiu Miao’s presence was dazzling, almost impossible to look away from.

She strode toward Ji Jiayu. The grassy field muffled her steps.
“Jiayu, did you wait long?”

“Not at all.” Ji Jiayu shook her head gently, smiling until her eyes curved, liquid warmth flickering in their depths—affection hidden like soft waves.

Zhou Qianqian, who had been chatting with her earlier, froze at the sight.

When she had been Qiu Miao’s companion, President Qiu never once called her “Qianqian.”

It was always “Miss Zhou.”

Others confirmed it too—President Qiu was simply cold by nature.

But now, she was calling that little girl “Jiayu.”

And her gestures…

Qiu Miao’s hand fell naturally onto Ji Jiayu’s lower back—restrained yet intimate, supporting the petite girl with care.

The look in her eyes… so tender.

Zhou Qianqian had never received such concern from Qiu Miao. A pang of sourness twisted in her chest, and her grip on Song Zheng’s arm slackened.

Song Zheng noticed her distractedness, irritation flaring. He clamped his rough hand around her wrist, yanking her arm off his own.

“What are you staring at, Qianqian?”

“Is President Qiu that good-looking?”

“Come on—let’s go see up close just how good-looking she really is.”

He sneered, dragging her roughly forward before shoving her away.

Zhou Qianqian stumbled, knees buckling, nearly crashing into the sharp spikes of a nearby fence. She screamed, “Ah—!”

The hand Qiu Miao had rested on Ji Jiayu’s back suddenly let go.

Ji Jiayu was left standing alone.

In the next instant, Qiu Miao stepped forward and caught Zhou Qianqian, steadying her effortlessly.

Clinging onto Qiu Miao’s arm, Zhou Qianqian twisted coyly like a pretzel.
“Ah, President Qiu?!”

“If you can still stand, then do it properly.” Qiu Miao’s voice was calm.

“And… your hair is messy.”

Her tone was gentle but distant, laced with formality.

Zhou Qianqian quickly raised a hand to brush back the strands on her forehead. Bewitched by Qiu Miao’s beauty, her cheeks flushed pink.
“Thank you, President Qiu.”

Only after standing upright did she remember she was supposed to be Song Zheng’s companion today.

“President Song, don’t joke like that~” She swayed her hips, feigning nonchalance, smiling flirtatiously as she returned to Song Zheng’s side.

Ji Jiayu watched it all calmly, the corners of her eyes and lips tinged with a faint smile.

As if all of this had nothing to do with her.

—So what if she was an old flame?

Qiu Miao, however, looked uneasy. Her lowered lashes trembled faintly. She pulled Ji Jiayu closer into her arms, her voice cold as ice:

“President Song, what is the meaning of this?”

“I recall Qianqian was once your companion too, wasn’t she?”

Song Zheng’s smile was mocking as he yanked Zhou Qianqian forward, tugging her hand hard.
“Looks like Qianqian doesn’t discriminate between men and women. She’s quite the little cat, huh?”

He pulled her so roughly she staggered forward again, trembling from fright.

Her frail shoulders shook as she nodded, too afraid to deny it.

Song Zheng narrowed his eyes, sneering—

“Or maybe it’s President Qiu’s irresistible charm. Seems Qianqian still can’t forget you…”

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