My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 21

The door rattled twice but didn’t open.

Outside, Chen Yiying stopped knocking and softly exclaimed:

“Ah, it’s locked.”

“Where did Sister Miaoran go?”

Her footsteps gradually faded away.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I locked it myself…” Qiu Miaoran’s voice sounded close by, her breath brushing against Ji Jiayu’s earlobe, heating the tip of her ear. Staring at the flushed redness, she remarked,

“Your ears are so red.”

“President Qiu, you should go now. The reporters have been waiting for you a long time. I won’t mess around with you anymore.” Ji Jiayu pulled open the door, her long lashes lowered as her gaze dropped to the floor, deliberately avoiding Qiu Miaoran’s eyes. With her fingertip, she gently brushed the strands of hair disheveled by the door panel.

That tiny gesture resembled a girl’s guilty little attempt at hiding after being caught.

Qiu Miaoran reminded her, “Later, you need to take a cab to the hospital.”

“Mm.”

Ji Jiayu walked alone out from the Lady L office building.

Her phone screen was still lit, and flipping it over revealed a sudden flood of unread messages.

All of them came from a profile that had been silent for two whole years—

The avatar was a small flowerpot, inside it a plump round cactus with white spines.

It was Song Tingyu.

[Song Tingyu]: Jiayu, I didn’t lie to you back then.
[Song Tingyu]: Jiayu, I just wanted to see you.
[Song Tingyu]: Since you didn’t change your number… let’s meet.

Ji Jiayu stared at the screen, her finger hesitating for a moment,

then dragged the notification bar away and once again swiped to delete.

If you don’t love someone, you must cut things off completely.

All the more so when—

Song Tingyu had already married abroad.

After deleting the messages, Ji Jiayu’s fingers swiped again, opening the ride-hailing app to book a car at the next intersection. A gust of wind blew past—she’d just soaked in water earlier and caught a chill. She couldn’t help but sneeze.

It was 5:30 p.m., the start of rush hour. Normally she’d have to wait in a long queue.

But strangely, almost as soon as she booked, a driver accepted her request.

Ji Jiayu didn’t think much of it. She sat on a stone barrier by the roadside, waiting for the car.

“Vrrrm—” the harsh screech of motorcycle brakes split the air.

The motorcycle was entirely silver, with a heavy metallic sheen. As it braked sharply, it looked like a streak of lightning tearing through.

“Get on.”

The rider stopped at the curb, only a step away from Ji Jiayu, loosening her grip on the handlebar and beckoning with her fingers.

“I already called a car.” Ji Jiayu remained seated. “No need.”

The rider wore a fitted black leather jacket, outlining the curves of a woman’s figure—slender waist, full chest, long legs in leather boots braced firmly on the ground.

The woman sat tall and still on the silver motorcycle. Instead of leaving, she reached up with one hand and removed her helmet.

“I’m back.”

“Cancel that ride—it’s unnecessary now… I guessed from your posts that you’d be here.”

As the helmet came off, long chestnut curls spilled free, swept by the wind before settling over her shoulders.

“Jiayu, come here.” Song Tingyu stretched out her left hand.

“I’ll take you for a ride.”

In her view, that left hand was well-shaped, long and slender.

Ji Jiayu lowered her gaze—on Song Tingyu’s ring finger, the glittering diamond wedding band was gone.

In its place was a simple silver band.

The same couple’s ring from junior year of college—when Ji Jiayu won first-class scholarship, Song Tingyu had bought the pair to celebrate.

“You still kept that ring.” Ji Jiayu tapped her own bare ring finger with a faint smile, brows drawing together slightly.

“Mine… I already lost.”

Song Tingyu pressed her lips together. Today her makeup was still heavy, but the grayish-blue eyeshadow only made her look more drained and weary.

“Jiayu, I don’t mean anything else by this,”

She lowered her head. “Really. I just wanted to see you. That’s all.”

For an instant, Ji Jiayu’s vision blurred.

It felt as if Ji Chen’s figure overlapped with the one before her.

Ji Chen and Song Tingyu shared not a trace of resemblance.

But they both loved riding motorcycles, taking Ji Jiayu out for wild rides.

No matter their appearance or the fields they pursued,

at their core, both had restless blood running through them—drawn to the thunderous roar of an engine coming to life.

—Once you’ve loved someone you could only watch from afar, everyone who comes after somehow resembles her.

Ji Jiayu walked forward. “Alright. Just this once, Tingyu. After today, let’s not contact each other again.”

There was no reason to anymore.

The slender girl approached, lowering her head slightly, her hair falling forward to reveal her small, pale-pink earlobes.

Song Tingyu reached out, slowly placing the helmet on Ji Jiayu’s head. Her fingers brushed through Ji Jiayu’s soft hair as she tightened the strap beneath her chin.

When her hand fell away, her fingertips trembled faintly—

as though they still carried the softness of Ji Jiayu’s hair.

The motorcycle roared along the outer ring road of Jing City, in a zone with no speed limits.

The wind howled violently past,

mingled with Song Tingyu’s voice. She sounded almost exhilarated, gripping the handles as she spoke non-stop while carrying Ji Jiayu behind her.

“Jiayu, do you remember?

Back when I was chasing you, you always refused to go out with me. Until that day, I blocked you outside Ying University’s west gate on a Vyrus bike, and only then did you agree to ride with me…”

Seated behind, Ji Jiayu clutched the rider’s waist tightly—this road had no limit and Song Tingyu was going too fast. She lightly nodded. “Mm. I remember.”

“I never thought you’d like motorcycles, haha. It never fit your image at all. If I’d known, I would’ve ridden the Vyrus from the very start to win you over. Shame that bike was scrapped the year before I went abroad.”

“…” Ji Jiayu said nothing.

Before going abroad?

Back then, it was Song Tingyu who abandoned her.

Song Tingyu bit down hard on her molars.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up…”

She had touched on what should never be mentioned.

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