My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 4

“Aunt Chen,” Qiu Miaoran’s posture stiffened for a moment, her fingers curling into a fist before relaxing again, “she’s not…”

Ji Jiayu smiled lightly, her almond-shaped eyes half-squinting, her brows and gaze carrying even more allure.

“Actually, my surname is Ji, you can also just call me Jiayu.”

“Sorry, Miss Ji, I was too far away just now and didn’t see clearly.” Aunt Chen tugged up the corners of her lips in an awkward smile. Realizing she had mistaken her, her voice grew smaller and smaller.

“You two… actually don’t look that much alike…”

Her appearance didn’t really resemble Miss Lin’s—only from afar, there was a slight similarity.

Besides, this was the first time Aunt Chen had ever seen President Qiu bring someone home. It was natural for her to assume.

Qiu Miaoran stood beneath the crystal chandelier, a glint flashing across her gold-rimmed glasses. Half her face was hidden in shadow, while the white light struck her straight nose bridge, leaving a sharp silhouette.

At this moment, she tilted her head slightly, not bothering to explain anything about this so-called “Miss Lin.”
“Miss Ji, this is Aunt Chen. She’s just returned from her break. She’ll be living with us from now on.”

“Since we’ll be living together, Aunt Chen can just call me Jiayu. President Qiu too…”

Qiu Miaoran calling her “Miss Ji” felt distant, as if they had returned to the time when they had just met—like all of Ji Jiayu’s earlier “pursuit” had been wasted.

As for who “Miss Lin” was?

Clearly, Qiu Miaoran was hiding something. But Ji Jiayu didn’t press further.

There was no need to ask.

She didn’t care about Qiu Miaoran’s private affairs.

A CEO was bound to have plenty of past lovers. That was perfectly normal.

After greeting them both, Aunt Chen went upstairs to her own room.

Ji Jiayu also began walking toward the spiral staircase.

“Miss Ji…”

Ji Jiayu slowly turned her head. “What is it, President Qiu?”

Qiu Miaoran’s throat itched, and she swallowed inexplicably. The petite, delicate girl stood on the mahogany staircase draped in her intimate silk scarf—it was her scarf. She looked like a living oil painting.

From this angle, Ji Jiayu’s slip dress clung tightly to her narrow waist, the satin fabric tracing the lines of her legs.

Further down, her round knees and pale, slender calves were revealed—inviting one’s imagination.

Qiu Miaoran paused, recalling what Ji Jiayu had said earlier, and corrected herself:
“Jiayu, that’s not what I meant just now. I was trying to say…”

“President Qiu,” Ji Jiayu’s fingers gently pinched the scarf,
“Was I too forward? Did I scare you?”

Her voice was still sweet and soft, tinged with a hint of innocence, carrying a touch of helplessness.

Compared to deliberately striking a seductive pose, this was even more enticing.

Ji Jiayu’s lashes fluttered slowly as she let out a small yawn.
“It’s getting late today. Whatever President Qiu wants to say… why not tomorrow?”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Qiu Miaoran repeated, “I just feel… our relationship seems to be moving too fast. About last night, I’m sorry.”

Her voice drifted upward from the bottom of the staircase.

“You saved my life, President Qiu.” Ji Jiayu leaned against the railing, looking down. A wisp of hair slipped loose, which she gently tucked behind her ear. Her fingertips were painted with bright red polish, making her face look even paler and smaller in contrast.

“I like President Qiu, so… there’s no need to apologize.”

“If I hadn’t slept with you that night, that would’ve been my loss.”

Her words were fiery, yet sounded like a young girl’s passionate confession—brimming with admiration and love for the one she adored.

As a graduate of the Film Academy, Ji Jiayu’s delivery was flawless.

Qiu Miaoran’s brow twitched. Tiny beads of sweat formed at her nose tip, her throat tightening. Her mind burst into chaotic fireworks.

Like…

What kind of feeling was “liking”?

She likes me…

Since when did she start liking me?

In the vast hall, Ji Jiayu’s voice flowed softly and clearly into her ears:
“I’m not that kind of frivolous woman.”

“I’m only like this… with you.”

She’s only like this with me.

People had confessed to Qiu Miaoran before—more than once.

As someone in her position, there were plenty willing to throw themselves at her, both men and women.

But never before had there been such a moment.

As if, in a single instant, she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

Thump-thump—

So loud.

Qiu Miaoran abruptly turned her head. Her slender neck stiffened, and she coughed to cover up, avoiding Ji Jiayu’s gaze.

Her eyes drifted downward.

Ji Jiayu’s slim ankle, pale as porcelain, stepped lightly on the staircase, producing faint taps—like a little fox wandering quietly through the night.

Qiu Miaoran pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and slowly raised her eyes.

Until the girl’s figure gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs.

When she woke up the next day, Ji Jiayu sat up in bed. The system’s voice rang in her ear:

【Congratulations, Host. Life Extension Value +5.】

The increase even exceeded that of the night she had slept with Qiu Miaoran.

When women take the initiative, it usually isn’t direct—it’s about tempting the other party, making them take the first step.

But Qiu Miaoran wasn’t suited for that kind of strategy. She was too reserved, too proper.

If you didn’t throw a straight pitch, she wouldn’t even realize Ji Jiayu was pursuing her.

Sometimes, sweet words and bold gestures—a simple straight ball—could make even an iron tree bloom, could move the heart of a steel-straight woman.

After washing up, Ji Jiayu entered the walk-in closet connected to the bedroom. Rows of lit shoe cabinets, wardrobes stuffed with brand-new clothes—

Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior, Prada, Miu Miu… all dazzling, like wholesale stock fresh from the mall.

Of course, there were also custom haute couture gowns.

Like piles of cabbages.

Oh—she hadn’t noticed last night, but even the plastic slippers she’d been given were Chanel.

Assistant Li’s preparations for daily necessities seemed a bit excessive.

She wasn’t fond of overly flashy logos or gaudy designs anyway…

Sometimes, having too many clothes and shoes to choose from was its own kind of torment.

Fortunately, Ji Jiayu wasn’t plagued by indecision. She didn’t have a fixed obsession with any brand.

She picked out some clothes, matched them with shoes, and slowly walked downstairs.

“Miss Ji, this is from President Qiu.”

Seated at the dining table, Ji Jiayu accepted the folder.

Breakfast included soy milk, fried dough sticks, and eggs on the Chinese side, and beef sandwiches with salad on the Western side.

Ji Jiayu held a beef sandwich with a napkin, taking a small bite. The toast was crisp, the beef slices tender and juicy, deliciously savory.

With her other hand, she opened the folder. Inside was a contract in duplicate.

A cohabitation agreement.

Party A: Qiu Miaoran.
Party B: Ji Jiayu.

Party A hired Party B as a companion, with clearly stated rights and obligations. There was even a confidentiality clause: Party B must keep everything secret, never revealing her identity as Qiu Miaoran’s companion…

Party B’s agreed salary: XXXXXX/month, including full benefits and insurance.

…

Using money to buy a “companion,” and demanding secrecy—

Being a hidden lover. It seemed a bit scummy.

Qiu Miaoran wanted someone to ease her loneliness, while Ji Jiayu needed her to farm life-extension points.

An equal exchange.

The sound of a chair being pulled out reached her ears, soft creaks on the floor.

Someone sat down.

Ji Jiayu carefully read the contract as she finished the sandwich, then picked up her glass. The milk inside was warm; even the glass radiated heat.

“Qiu Miaoran.”

She suddenly called her name.

Not “President Qiu.” Not the formal “you.”

“Mm?” Qiu Miaoran put down her glass, delicately dabbing her lips with a napkin. Even while eating, she was refined.

“What is it? You don’t want to sign?”

The salary was higher than what top-tier graduate students earned in major cities. And the term “companion” was already phrased quite tactfully—showing full respect.

Faced with such a contract, who would refuse?

“What I like… isn’t your money.”

“It’s you.”

The scratch of a pen across paper broke the air.

“All signed.”

The folder was pushed back across the table, one copy removed.

Beneath the table, her bare legs in hot pants brushed closer—

Qiu Miaoran’s straight posture stiffened, the delicate chain of her glasses trembling. Her long lashes lowered, shading eyes that darkened as she quietly pulled her leg away.

But the faint touch lingering at her ankle made it itch—
an unbearable tickle, as if her very heart had been brushed.

Her lashes trembled as she slowly lifted her gaze.

Ji Jiayu tilted her pointed chin, sunlight casting a soft glow over her hair. Wisps of fringe swayed at her temple, while her cherry lips curved in a smile. Her lashes quivered—

Like a butterfly fluttering on someone’s heart.

“Keeping it secret is fine… but I want compensation.”

“How will President Qiu make it up to me?”

She looked straight at her. Her light brown eyes shimmered with sunlight, dazzlingly bright.

Under the table, Ji Jiayu slipped off her slipper. Her arch stretched as her toes nudged again, brushing against the fitted fabric of Qiu Miaoran’s trousers—

She could feel the lean muscle of her calf beneath.

The next second, Ji Jiayu’s foot was caught.

Qiu Miaoran’s long fingers pressed lightly against her ankle.

A sharp “clink”—chopsticks rolled off a plate onto the floor.

Aunt Chen, who had been eating nearby, immediately stood and went around to pick them up.

“President Qiu, I’ll get you a new pair.”

“Mm.” Qiu Miaoran replied.

At the same time, the hand on Ji Jiayu’s ankle released her.

Before Aunt Chen noticed, Ji Jiayu quickly drew her foot back—

The thrill of something forbidden, almost like an affair.

Her phone lit up with a new message—

【Qiu Miaoran】: Don’t mess around.

Ji Jiayu pressed her lips together, smiling. A trace of milk clung to the corner of her red mouth. Her pink tongue darted out, lightly licking it away.

【Life Extension Value +2】

So President Qiu actually enjoyed it…

Don’t mess around? Almost believable.

The system chimed in her ear again:

【Life Extension Value Total: +34】
【Congratulations, Host. You are about to enter the next stage: The CEO’s Contract Lover.】

Of course, even a contract lover still needed to work.

“I still want to act. Even if I’m a lover, you can’t restrict my freedom, right?” Ji Jiayu made her request.

“Of course. You have your own work. No one will restrict your freedom…”

“But no matter how late you play, remember to come home at night.”

What she called pursuing her career—Qiu Miaoran reduced to “play.”

—A belittling.

Ji Jiayu’s hands clenched at her sides, then slowly relaxed, leaving only the sting of her fingernails against her palm.

“Mm, thank you, President Qiu. I’ll be heading out first.” She lowered her gaze, hiding a flicker of coldness in her eyes as she stood. “I have a few agency interviews today.”

“Wait a moment.” Qiu Miaoran stopped her, then made a call.

Ten minutes later, Assistant Li rushed over with a folder.

“Here are all the top agents under Qiushui Entertainment. Please take your pick, Miss Ji.”

Qiushui Entertainment—a subsidiary of Qiushui Capital.

—It was the dominance of those in power.

She seemed to have lost the right to choose another company. She had no choice but to stay within Qiu Miaoran’s control.

Like a nightingale given a cage of pure gold—

And losing her freedom at the same time.

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