My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 20

Suddenly, the sound of an argument came from nearby—

“I saw it clearly.”

The new assistant, Xiao Yao, pushed up her black-framed glasses and walked over to Chen Yiying, her neck flushed red with anger.

“Just now, you deliberately kicked the ball toward Ji Jiayu. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have fallen!”

“You… what makes you say I did it on purpose?” Chen Yiying tugged at the towel on her shoulders, feeling a little guilty.

The water in the swimming pool wasn’t that deep. She had wanted to play a little prank on Ji Jiayu earlier, but she didn’t expect things to turn serious, and she certainly hadn’t expected Ji Jiayu to suddenly cramp up.

“Even if I did kick the ball, it wasn’t intentional to make her fall! Besides, didn’t Sister Miaoran save her?”

Chen Yiying kept arguing. Being called out only stirred up her spoiled temper.

“And who are you, anyway? You’re in no position to point fingers at me!”

Ji Jiayu turned her head, giving Chen Yiying a mocking look. Her tone carried a hint of ridicule:

“Last year’s teardrop of lovesickness still hasn’t made it to your cheek.”

In other words—what a thick skin you have.

“What do you mean by that?”

Ji Jiayu spoke slowly, word by word, her chestnut-brown eyes calm and unwavering, her gaze sharp and oppressive.

“I said—”

“It was you who tripped me on purpose.”

Chen Yiying pouted. “And didn’t you drag me into the water too?”

Standing to the side, Qiu Miaoran had wet hair falling across her forehead, casting a shadow between her brows, making her look even colder and more severe.

At that moment, her brows drew together, her lips pressed tight. After listening for a while, she pieced the story together.

“Yiying, she may not have the right to lecture you… but what about me? Apologize.”

Qiu Miaoran repeated herself, her voice heavier this time.

“You made a mistake. Apologize to her.”

Chen Yiying bit her lip in frustration, her heart burning with resentment—

So Sister Miaoran really was bewitched by this woman!

Just a mere companion, yet she was defending her like this?

With no choice but to yield, she turned reluctantly toward Ji Jiayu and dipped her head slightly.

“It was my fault just now. I went too far playing around. I apologize. Will you… forgive me?”

“Everyone makes mistakes.” Ji Jiayu gave her a glance, her gaze sweeping her from head to toe, noticing the slight baby fat still lingering on Chen Yiying’s face.

“A child being thoughtless—it’s understandable.”

“Let’s add each other on WeChat.” Chen Yiying held out her phone, her QR code displayed. “We can hang out sometime.”

Ji Jiayu didn’t refuse.

Footsteps approached, someone coming up to the rooftop.

A staff member wearing a badge walked over.

“President Qiu, why are you on the rooftop? The interview is scheduled on the 21st floor. Reporter Wang has been waiting for you a long time…”

Qiu Miaoran, a young entrepreneur who had made the Top 10 Young Celebrities list three years in a row, was indeed worth a solo feature interview in a first-tier magazine.

But…

Ji Jiayu arched a brow, her fingers clutching her bath towel a little tighter. Something felt off—wasn’t President Qiu supposed to be taking the day off? Why suddenly an interview?

“Ah, but you three… why are your clothes all soaked?” The staff member lifted a hand to her mouth, staring in surprise at the drenched group.

“There was a small accident,” Qiu Miaoran replied. “We’ll need some time. I’ll go change first.”

“That’s fine,” the staff nodded. “We also have spare clothes in the wardrobe room you can borrow.”

…

After changing into her own clothes, Ji Jiayu walked out of the dressing room.

Her leg had cramped earlier, so she was limping slightly.

Suddenly, a hand seized her wrist—firmly.

“Don’t scream.” The person covered her mouth and pulled her into a nearby storage room.

Ji Jiayu didn’t struggle.

At her nose came a familiar scent—the faint fragrance of sandalwood.

“Let’s talk. You haven’t been in good shape lately.” Qiu Miaoran gripped her arm. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… I’m fine.”

Qiu Miaoran stared at her, the girl’s figure reflected in her dark eyes.

“Back at the pool… why did you try to push me away?”

Underwater, she had held Ji Jiayu up. The girl’s pale, thin face had turned ghastly white. Even her lipstick had washed off, leaving her lips bloodless and trembling, her eyes and nose tinged red.

That look—it was a death wish.

Qiu Miaoran had seen it before… in the eyes of partners on the brink of bankruptcy, after failed rounds of financing.

Ji Jiayu had been thinking… of things unspeakable.

“You’re mistaken, President Qiu. I wasn’t trying to push you away. It’s just… you were hurting me.”

Ji Jiayu bit her lower lip lightly, leaving faint white teeth marks. She lowered her gaze, thought for a moment, then blinked up at her, leaning in, her voice soft and sweet:

“You should be gentler with girls. Don’t you know that?”

Her words were proper, but wrapped in that coy tone, they instantly took on an ambiguous edge—

You hurt me just now.

Be gentler with girls.

The faint teeth marks on her lips slowly faded, turning pink and soft again.

Qiu Miaoran’s throat tightened, her palms grew damp with sweat.

“Does your leg still hurt? I’ll have Assistant Li take you to the hospital later.”

“No need to trouble President Qiu. It’s just a small cramp. I’ll rest for a couple of days and be fine.”

“No. You must go to the hospital.” Qiu Miaoran leaned closer, whispering at her ear.

“If you don’t want Assistant Li to take you, then I’ll take you myself.”

“President Qiu, you should stick to your schedule. The reporter’s been waiting ages. If you miss it, it’ll hurt the company’s reputation.” Ji Jiayu smiled faintly, gently pushing her away.

“I know you care about me… I’ll go to the hospital. I’ll take a cab.”

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside, drawing closer.

“President Qiu?”

“Sister Miaoran?”

“Are you in there?”

An arm slid past Ji Jiayu’s waist, bracing against the doorframe.

There was a faint click—the sound of the door locking from inside.

But that arm didn’t move away. It stayed planted against the wall.

The two of them were very close.

At this angle, one could clearly see Ji Jiayu’s eyelashes, long and delicate, her little nose tinged with pink.

Her phoenix eyes, dark and clear, gazed straight at Qiu Miaoran.

Qiu Miaoran was tall, her shoulders broad. When she leaned in, the pressure was overwhelming.

The light behind her cast a shadow that swallowed the girl’s head.

Ji Jiayu tilted her chin slightly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Her pale eyes gleamed, as though pearly light had spilled into her chestnut-colored irises.

Her expression was so innocent.

Qiu Miaoran’s lips were tightly pressed, her lip line taut. She lowered her gaze, her lashes trembling uncontrollably.

A pale finger reached over, slipping into her tightly buttoned collar. Ji Jiayu hooked her finger, straightening the turned-up collar, brushing lightly against a faint bump—her woman’s Adam’s apple.

Her finger felt the little motion of Qiu Miaoran swallowing.

She deliberately leaned in, pausing at her ear, her warm breath brushing against her ear tip.

“Why hide, President Qiu? Am I so shameful?”

“Why don’t you go see your dear ‘little sister’?”

Her whisper was airy, teasing.

“Nonsense.” Qiu Miaoran tapped her nose lightly.

Out there, she had scolded her god-sister for her sake.

Now in here, she was hiding with her, holding her close, their bodies pressed tight together, breathing in nothing but each other.

【Life Extension Value +2】

Flirting behind her god-sister’s back? And enjoying it?

How scummy of you, President Qiu.

Just then, the door thudded.

“Bang bang—” Chen Yiying knocked from outside. “Sister Miaoran, are you in there?”

Ji Jiayu’s cheeks flushed pink. Her voice went soft and kittenish—

“President Qiu… I’m scared.”

That little show of weakness only made her look even more delicate and charming.

The door rattled twice, bumping against her back with a thud, thud.

Her heartbeat pounded like a drum.

Someone was pushing the door… Were they about to be discovered?

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