My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 46

This private club was actually one of the joint ventures between the Qiu family and the Qi family.

Qiu Miaoran, Qi Shan, and the others often gathered here—to eat, to play, or to talk business.

Half a year ago, Cui Er, Qi San, and Zhang Da were here making a fuss, urging Qiu Miaoran to bring Ji Jiayu over so they could “see for themselves just how beautiful their sister-in-law was.”
But Qiu Miaoran had never been willing to bring Ji Jiayu.

And now, Ji Jiayu was here—brought by someone else.

Had her aunt brought Ji Jiayu here on purpose?

Was it to make her give up on Ji Jiayu?

Give up? That was absolutely impossible…

If she could snatch Ji Jiayu away once, she could do it again.

Last night, Qiu Miaoran had gone out of her way to watch Ji Jiayu’s livestream, even stepping in personally to clarify things for her but received no response in return.

At that time, Ji Jiayu had simply lifted her eyes lightly, thanked the viewers, and ended the stream.

As for Qiu Miaoran’s effort, Ji Jiayu seemed utterly indifferent.

And now Ji Jiayu had been brought here—onto her turf—by someone else, for a date?

The pain of heartbreak belonged only to Qiu Miaoran.

And the two of them still had to rub salt into her wound…

Her chest grew tight with anger. The hand resting on the table clenched into a fist, but there was nothing she could do.

At this moment, she couldn’t even muster the courage to go upstairs and face Ji Chen and Ji Jiayu directly.

She was afraid…

Afraid that Ji Jiayu would resolutely choose Ji Chen, and abandon her.

Qiu Miaoran frowned slightly, her fingers tightening on the teacup.

“President Qiu, the factory we invested in at He Province has started production. The person in charge said they’ll test the product line in second- and third-tier cities first.”

Qiu Miaoran gave a short cough, her voice cold.
“Mm. I know.”

Only then did she come back to herself. As she shifted the purple clay teacup in her hand, the tea rippled and spilled over the rim, dampening her cool knuckles.

She wiped her hand dry, paused, then slowly asked:

“Assistant Li, how did you and your girlfriend get together?”

Assistant Li froze. How had the topic jumped from project investments to relationship issues?

“President Qiu, what did you say?”

Qiu Miaoran put down the teacup, spreading her fingers and tapping lightly on the table.

“I asked… did you pursue your wife? Was it you chasing her?”

Assistant Li nodded. “Of course, I chased her.”

Qiu Miaoran: “How did you chase her?”

—Why was President Qiu suddenly asking him for love advice all the time…

Assistant Li scratched his head. “Eh, how else could I chase her?”

How else? By being a simp, of course…

But when the words reached his lips, he rephrased:

“Start out as friends, you know… show care as a friend. Spend more time with her, notice what she likes or what she’s missing, and quietly buy it for her.”

“But you don’t need to go through all that trouble.” Assistant Li thought back to Qiu Miaoran’s past “companions.” After a pause, he added an explanation:

“If you like a girl, I can ask the talent agency to arrange it, like before. Have HR transfer her into the President’s Office as your personal assistant—it’s very easy.”

“No. She’s different.” Qiu Miaoran’s lashes lowered, her gaze fixed on the table as her fingers rubbed lightly. Her voice dropped. “That would be disrespectful to her.”

Maybe, in the past, she had treated Ji Jiayu like her other companions. Maybe she had worried that Ji Jiayu, after working on Project 001, might suffer side effects and memory gaps from too much exposure.

But locking her away like that was no different from clipping her wings.

That kind of treatment—that was disrespect.

Assistant Li sighed. Clearly, what President Qiu wanted was a girl who valued love over material things…

Such girls were rare, and very hard to win over.

“Then you’ll just have to pursue her. But with your conditions, President Qiu, it won’t be difficult. Unlike some people who can only grovel, you don’t have to overdo it. As long as you’re sincere, girls are quick to soften up. Every young woman in the city would willingly go home with you.”

Qiu Miaoran’s eyes narrowed slightly. She had caught on to an unfamiliar slang term. Since she had only recently downloaded Weibo, she still wasn’t familiar with many online buzzwords.

“Don’t have to… grovel? What does that mean?”

Assistant Li instantly broke into a cold sweat, realizing he’d said the wrong word. He hurried to smooth things over.

“What I mean is—you need to lower yourself a little, start as friends, and gradually work your way into her life.”

“Like when you’re analyzing a client company: you start from the most basic—its annual reports, disclosures—build up step by step, until you give the client the returns they’re hoping for. Only then can you build a good relationship.”

Qiu Miaoran gave a soft “oh.” “I understand.”

“Let’s go.” She stood up.

Assistant Li bent to grab the bag. “We’re not waiting for President Zhang and President Qi?”

“We’ll change locations. I’ll send them the new address.” Qiu Miaoran shook her head.

“Not eating here?”

How could she possibly eat here?

That little girl was upstairs having a date with someone else—she had no mood even for tea…

Qiu Miaoran gave a soft scoff. “We’ve eaten here too many times already.”

“I’m tired of it.”

She tugged lightly at her suit collar with pale fingertips, smoothing away the creases. In a moment, she was back to her sharp, immaculate appearance.

She stepped out, her long, pale legs carrying her forward beneath the hem of her suit skirt.

Sunlight filtered in from the edge of a white parasol, stretching her shadow long behind her.

Assistant Li quickly followed with the bag.

They walked out of the courtyard and stopped at the roadside parking space.

Assistant Li opened the car door for her.

…

Ji Chen opened the car door for her.

“No need to see me off, Ji Chen,” Ji Jiayu said as she slid into the taxi. “I’ll just take a cab.”

She needed to return to the company in the afternoon, while Ji Chen had to head back to Qingda University. They weren’t going the same way.

“Alright.” Ji Chen waved goodbye. “See you.”

From the car window, Ji Jiayu’s delicate, fair face peeked out. She waved her small hand. “Mm. Goodbye, Sis~”

The taxi rolled away down the road, Ji Chen’s figure shrinking from view.

Her phone buzzed. Ji Jiayu looked down. The screen lit up with a new message.

【Qiu Miaoran】: Want to grovel to you.

——Want to be your simp.

Ji Jiayu’s fingertip trembled as she tapped the message open. When she saw what it said, her brows knitted slightly. Her body reacted almost instinctively, a subtle heat rising to her ears.

After all, they had been together for so long, and shared so many reckless moments. Reading those words, how could she not think too much? 🙂

But the message lingered only a few seconds before it was retracted.

As if it had been sent by mistake.

A few seconds later, another message arrived—this time, a sticker.

【Qiu Miaoran】: Wishing you happiness every day, my friend [/spinning rose.gif]

Ji Jiayu: “…” Crazy woman.

—What, had she taken the wrong medicine? Was this supposed to be some new form of flirting?

Ji Jiayu slid her finger over the screen, leaving the messages on read but without replying.

Just like at the beginning—back when they were first in a secret relationship—and it was Qiu Miaoran who ignored her texts.

…

The next morning, Ji Jiayu finished washing up in her apartment.

“Deng-deng—” A knock came at the door.

She walked to the entrance and peeked through the peephole. A familiar face.

Unlocking the door from inside, she smiled. “Xiao Yao, come in first.”

Sunlight streamed in behind, lighting up Ji Jiayu’s face.

She hadn’t put on much makeup after waking—just some skincare. Her skin was pale, porcelain-smooth, flawless, with barely visible pores.

Her lips held only a thin sheen of balm, a natural pink, soft and moist—radiating a transparent, girlish charm.

Even though Xiao Yao saw her often, opening the door to this close-up view was still like a beauty attack straight to the heart.

The assistant stood frozen for a moment before stepping in and changing into the slippers Ji Jiayu handed over.

“Ah, Jiayu, Sister Rong asked me to pick you up. We need to film a video later, so let’s head to the studio early for makeup.”

“Alright.” Ji Jiayu curved her lips, her eyes bending into a light smile. “This is my first time doing an endorsement…”

“Mm-hm.” Xiao Yao nodded. “It’s for a product line under Runtai Medical, a big conglomerate.”

“Have you eaten breakfast?” Ji Jiayu handed her a hot sandwich. “Here, take this to tide you over. I’ll just change my clothes.”

“Thanks, Jiayu~” Xiao Yao took a bite. The bread, egg, and ham were heated just right, sweet and savory, blending into a delicious mouthful.

As she chewed, she mumbled, her voice muffled:

“When will our Jiayu… land a luxury blue-chip brand endorsement, huh?”

Ji Jiayu, halfway back to her room, turned with a quiet laugh.

“That’s still a long way off… maybe when I’m really popular.”

Xiao Yao shook her head hard. As Ji Jiayu’s career-fan, she absolutely disagreed with the notion that Ji Jiayu wasn’t popular. After swallowing, she emphasized firmly:

“Jiayu isn’t obscure anymore.”

“At least among all the nobodies, you’re at the top! The general among the dwarfs!”

Ji Jiayu paused at the door, smiled softly, and brushed a lock of black hair behind her pale ear. Her voice was light.

“Maybe…”

Half an hour later, Xiao Yao dropped Ji Jiayu off at the brand’s designated studio.

Lowering the car window, she leaned out from the driver’s seat.

“Go ahead with the shoot. The contract just finished processing—I’ll run back to the company to pick it up and come fetch you after.”

“Okay.”

This was the city’s largest professional studio, equipped with lounges, break rooms, sets, and makeup rooms. Many commercial shoots were held here.

Today, Ji Jiayu wore a shirtdress with a loose neckline, making her face look especially small and fair—as if one hand could completely cover it.

The dress was cut asymmetrically, baring one smooth shoulder and the hint of her collarbone. A belt cinched her tiny waist, tracing curves as delicate as the word “slender.”

Her hem swayed as she walked, the fabric flowing without wind. Beneath it, her calves gleamed pale, her round pink-tinted knees visible with each step.
“Hello, may I ask if the director from Runtai Medical is here?”

“I’m with Runtai.” A man sitting nearby stood quickly, flashing his badge with a smile.

“Jiayu? You must be Jiayu! You’re even prettier in person than on screen. The director will be here shortly—why don’t you head to the makeup room first?”

“Alright.”

“Turn left up ahead—it’s the makeup room. Don’t get lost.”

“Mm.” Ji Jiayu followed the direction he pointed.

The door to the makeup room was ajar. As she approached, the voices inside grew louder—

“Sigh, wasn’t the new endorsement for Runtai’s product line supposed to be ours? If we’d done back-to-back shoots today—one in the morning, one in the afternoon—we could’ve doubled up. But someone snatched it away.”

It was a woman’s voice.

“Nothing we can do. She’s trending right now,” a young man replied.

“Oh, I forgot—she isn’t even truly popular yet. Not even popular, and she’s already snatching endorsements. Really, what can you say…”

“A little girl relying on her looks to take shortcuts—it’ll never last. And to think she was dumped, yet some big shot still defended her. I’ll never understand what the rich are thinking…”

Ji Jiayu’s fingers tightened on the door, ready to push it open.

But then a third voice cut in—

“You’re not worried I’ll repeat this gossip elsewhere?”

“I don’t believe Ji Jiayu relied only on looks. Their studio released her audition clip last night—her acting was excellent.”

“Instead of wasting time gossiping, maybe focus on your own skills.”

The woman’s voice was very familiar.

Ji Jiayu pushed the door open.

Inside, Song Tingyu’s voice stopped abruptly.

The young actors at the makeup tables froze, eyes wide—they hadn’t realized someone had been quietly sitting in the corner the whole time.

A chair scraped back sharply.

The gossipers stood up, flustered, and hurried out.

Song Tingyu, it turned out, had been sent by Runtai as the representative. She had been waiting in the makeup room all this time, staying there deliberately to cut off the gossip about Ji Jiayu.

So the brand’s rep… was her ex.

Ji Jiayu showed no sign of unease. With poised steps, she crossed the room, placed her bag on the table, pulled out the chair in the center, and sat down calmly.

A makeup artist came over. “Hello, I’m Melissa. It’s an honor to work with you.”

Bending close with her brush, Melissa hesitated slightly. Looking at Ji Jiayu’s flawless skin—smooth as white silk—she sighed.

“Your skin is amazing. Barely need any concealer. Just a light layer of foundation will do.”

“Thank you.” Ji Jiayu smiled, her long lashes fluttering. Her clear eyes looked up at the makeup artist.

“Your skin is nice too—no spots or wrinkles. Looks very healthy.”

The compliment made Melissa grin uncontrollably. She carefully brushed lipstick onto Ji Jiayu’s lips.

The girl’s lip shape was perfect—rosy and petal-soft with just a single coat.

Melissa’s heart gave a small stir. She picked up her brush and pencil, tracing fine lines around Ji Jiayu’s brows and eyes.

Those eyes were stunning. Even the folds of her double eyelids seemed just right—not too wide, a fan shape half-open, with a subtle upward tilt that gave her purity a touch of allure.

At the side, Song Tingyu fidgeted, hands laced together, fingers rubbing nervously. She wanted to speak but didn’t dare.

Melissa finished the makeup, then removed the loose tie from Ji Jiayu’s hair.

Her hair was silky, cascading down like seaweed over her pale shoulders. Framing her face, it made her features look even smaller.

The fresh makeup glowed—fine eyeliner, a faint blush on her nose and cheeks, her skin luminous like a ripe peach.

“I’ll curl your hair a bit,” Melissa said.

Ji Jiayu nodded lightly. “Alright.”

While Melissa stepped away to fetch the curling iron—

Ji Jiayu turned her head. In the reflection of the makeup mirror, her eyes gleamed pale like amber, clear and bright, capturing the outline of the person beside her.

“Tingyu,” she said softly.

“Do you have something you want to say to me?”

Song Tingyu’s brows lifted. She straightened instantly. Beneath her A-line skirt, her long pale legs pressed tightly together. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked quietly:

“I heard… you and President Qiu broke up?”

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