My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 48

Lin Qiaoxuan pretended to be obedient, calling out “sister,” her lashes slowly fluttering as she put on an innocent expression. Her gaze was so pure, almost like that of a little girl.

Maybe some girls would be fooled by Lin Qiaoxuan’s false exterior.

But with just a glance, Song Tingyu could see right through Lin Qiaoxuan’s intentions—like a little puppy drooling at the sight of meat.

Nine times out of ten, she was just another LSP (lecher) with greedy eyes for Ji Jiayu.

Damn it! 凸(艹皿艹 )

Song Tingyu even remembered scrolling past a tabloid article that read: “The Lin family’s heiress spotted drinking late at night in a club, accompanied by several beauties.”

Who knew whether it was true, or just a made-up story by gossip rags.

At her core, Lin Qiaoxuan was rotten too. The only difference was, she was better at pretending, better at pleasing, and knew how to hide her drool.

And this “ex-fiancée” was a pure top… while still clinging to her “ex-lover”…

Would President Qiu know about this?

Qiu Miaoran clearly didn’t look like the type willing to be a bottom. Had she just never paid close enough attention to her ex-fiancée, and let herself be tricked by Lin Qiaoxuan’s act of playing soft little zero?

As expected, Song Tingyu sighed to herself—even if she had thought the northern Qiu family was messy, the truth was: they really were messy.

Ji Jiayu casually waved her hand and half-heartedly introduced Song Tingyu to Lin Qiaoxuan:

“This is Song Tingyu, also sort of a friend of mine.”

“Let’s go,” Ji Jiayu turned and said to Lin Qiaoxuan.

Song Tingyu bit down hard, her voice trembling at the edges.
“Jiayu, you’d rather trust her… than me?”

Lin Qiaoxuan curled her lips into a radiant smile. Beneath her pink lips peeked a sharp little canine tooth, her eyes curving into crescents, gaze seemingly innocent.

“What do you mean, trust? Friend, I don’t really understand what you were saying just now…

Xiaoyu is my sister~ Why wouldn’t she trust me?”

Lin Qiaoxuan looked at Ji Jiayu with shining eyes like little stars, her pupils gleaming brightly.

Ji Jiayu pressed her lips together, her pretty red mouth puffing slightly in displeasure, seemingly confused why Song Tingyu would treat her “younger sister” this way. She paused, cast a cold glance at Song Tingyu, then turned back to Lin Qiaoxuan:

“Don’t listen to her nonsense. She doesn’t know anything.”

Song Tingyu pursed her lips, bitter words stuck in her throat…

“Song Tingyu, this is Lin Qiaoxuan, she’s my…” The word sister almost slipped out, but Ji Jiayu swallowed it back.

After all, the fact that she was the Lin family’s real daughter hadn’t yet been made public. She quickly corrected herself:

“…a new friend I met not long ago, when I was filming that variety show.”

“Jiayu, did you know? Before this, she—” Song Tingyu blurted,

But when she looked up, she caught Lin Qiaoxuan blinking at her, a faint, mocking smile at the corner of her lips.

Song Tingyu frowned, pressed her lips together, and immediately stopped what she was about to say.

She wasn’t stupid—Ji Jiayu had just introduced Lin Qiaoxuan as “a new friend.”

In that situation, how could she start badmouthing her?

That would make her seem petty and narrow-minded!

Song Tingyu was no fool. She wasn’t about to let herself fall for Lin Qiaoxuan’s bait and embarrass herself in front of Ji Jiayu.

Lin Qiaoxuan tilted her head slightly, looking at Song Tingyu.
“Since Miss Song is also your friend, why don’t we all eat together this afternoon?”

“I booked a private room—there’s plenty of space for one more.”

She extended the invitation gracefully, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh? You don’t mind having her join us?” Ji Jiayu asked softly, a bit puzzled.

Lin Qiaoxuan’s gaze lingered on Ji Jiayu before she turned and glanced at Song Tingyu.
“Since she’s my sister’s friend, why would I mind?

Miss Song, do you not want to eat with us?”

Her invitation left Song Tingyu utterly stunned.

She froze for a moment before realizing—Lin Qiaoxuan had actually invited her to dine with Ji Jiayu. All three of them, together?!

Song Tingyu hesitated. “I…”

Ji Jiayu’s tone was faint. “You’re coming too?”

Song Tingyu quickly nodded. Her desire to stay close to Ji Jiayu finally overcame her rational hesitation.
“Where are we going? What are we eating?”

Lin Qiaoxuan’s lashes quivered. She pressed her lips together, hiding that sharp little canine tooth again, smiling politely.
“A new Japanese place just opened in the East District… As for the exact location? Just follow us, you’ll see.”

Her meaning was clear—she would drive Ji Jiayu in her white Cayenne, while Song Tingyu would follow behind on her motorcycle.

Song Tingyu thought for a moment. Leaving her beloved bike behind at the studio wasn’t an option. Better to ride and follow along.

“Alright,” she agreed at last.

“I’ll follow behind. Jiayu, you go sit in her car. You’re fragile, don’t catch a chill again.”

Clearly, Song Tingyu hadn’t been watching the recent variety show Summer Youth Journey.

In that show, Ji Jiayu, who looked delicate and weak, had scrambled up a tree in seconds flat, just like a little monkey-fish.

Ji Jiayu: “…”

She lowered her lashes, lost in thought for a moment. Looking left and right, she noticed neither seemed to object—in fact, both looked rather expectant?!

Ji Jiayu let out a soft “Mm,” her voice quiet and slow.
“Alright then, let’s all eat together.”

Lin Qiaoxuan opened the car door for her. Only after Ji Jiayu stepped in did she walk around to the driver’s side and slip into the seat.

Such attentiveness made Ji Jiayu raise a brow in surprise, though she accepted it calmly.

Behind them, Song Tingyu tightened her grip on her bike handles, fuming as she watched the woman showing off. She stomped her short-heeled shoe hard against the ground with a “thunk.”

Sooner or later, Jiayu would see her true face.

The white Cayenne glided onto the highway.

Lin Qiaoxuan rested her hand on the steering wheel, tilting her head slightly to steal a glance at Ji Jiayu.
“Sister, that girl just now—she looked so fierce.”

Her voice wasn’t the calm, mature one she’d used earlier with Song Zhen. When she spoke to Ji Jiayu, her tone softened, becoming girlish again, with a youthful, naïve lilt.

Ji Jiayu hesitated slightly.
“Maybe it’s just her makeup. She’s usually like that, not especially fierce. She just speaks a bit bluntly.”

“…You don’t really like her, do you?”

That very morning, Lin Qiaoxuan had been sipping tea with Song Zhen. Now, without batting an eye, she lied smoothly:
“How could I not? Aside from you, I don’t know anyone in the capital.

Your friends are my friends. Why wouldn’t I like her?”

“Oh, that’s good then.” Ji Jiayu nodded lightly, though a sliver of doubt lingered in her mind.

She and Lin Qiaoxuan weren’t that close, after all.

And Song Tingyu couldn’t exactly be considered a real “friend” either.

Lin Qiaoxuan’s sudden change in attitude felt… a bit odd.

But Ji Jiayu had grown up in an orphanage. She’d long learned how to read the attitudes and emotions of those around her.

Even if Lin Qiaoxuan was destined, in the original story, to be the one who sent her to prison, for now Ji Jiayu didn’t sense any real malice from her. Nor did she sense the overflowing, regained affection of a long-lost sibling, like with Lin Wan.

So for now, Ji Jiayu just filed Lin Qiaoxuan’s attitude shift away as an unsolved puzzle.

Her career was on the rise. She didn’t have time to overthink.

Up ahead was a large right turn, with a road sign warning of the curve.

Rain had fallen the night before, leaving a wide puddle across the road.

Easily avoidable with a quick lane change—and besides, there were no traffic cameras here.

But as they hit the curve, Lin Qiaoxuan suddenly pressed the gas, accelerating sharply.

The momentum pushed Ji Jiayu slightly forward in her seat.

The Cayenne swerved around the bend at speed, its wheels slicing through the puddle. A spray of water erupted like a wave, splashing backward—

Directly toward Song Tingyu, who was following close behind on her black motorcycle.

Lin Qiaoxuan lifted a hand, fingers curled lightly, covering her lips.

“Oh… I forgot, sister’s friend is still behind us…”

Her pale fingers were slender, jade-like, nails neatly rounded and healthy pink. They just barely hid the upward tug of her lips, and the shallow dimple at their edge.

She murmured regretfully,
“Now poor Miss Song will be splashed head to toe. We’re going out to eat—what should we do?”

Ji Jiayu turned to look at the side mirror.

In the reflection, water rose like a curtain behind them.

Song Tingyu gripped her handlebars tight, muscles tense, maintaining speed. If she accelerated on the curve, she’d risk losing control and wiping out.

Instead, at the exact instant the muddy spray surged toward her, she leaned sharply, adjusted her angle with expert throttle control, and cut into a different lane.

In a flash, she shifted gears, revved smoothly, and carved through the corner—effortlessly avoiding the wave.

The dirty water slammed to the ground, leaving only a wet streak, nowhere near her or her bike.

Ji Jiayu pulled her gaze from the mirror, her hazel eyes flickering with sudden light.

She hadn’t noticed before—but Song Tingyu’s riding skills were actually… pretty good.

That sharp maneuvering, avoiding the splash—it had looked kind of cool.

For a moment, the image overlapped with her memory of Ji Chen riding a motorcycle with her years ago.

“Good thing,” Ji Jiayu’s lips curved, her eyes softening.
“She dodged it.”

Lin Qiaoxuan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, lashes fluttering.
“That’s a relief. I didn’t realize there’d be so much water. I really regret not slowing down. I thought for sure I’d splash her… Luckily Miss Song avoided it~”

She sighed gently, as if genuinely relieved.

“Mm.” Ji Jiayu gave a small nod.
“How much longer till we get there?”

“About half an hour,” Lin Qiaoxuan answered.

Ji Jiayu tilted her head toward her, her soft voice drowsy.
“I feel a little sleepy… Maybe I woke up too early today.”

This morning she’d risen earlier than usual to shoot a promotional video and meet with a brand about endorsements.

“Then rest for a while,” Lin Qiaoxuan said tenderly. “I’ll wake you when we arrive…”

But her words trailed off. She turned her head slightly, lips pressed together, falling silent.

Beside her, Ji Jiayu’s blinks grew slower, her long lashes trembling like little fans.

Her eyes closed, lashes curling upward, casting faint shadows across her cheeks. Her head tilted forward, soft hair spilling over her shoulder, making her face seem even smaller and more delicate.

Sunlight poured through the window, brushing a golden glow across her pale skin—so white it seemed translucent, like porcelain.

She looked utterly defenseless as she drifted into sleep.

No words could capture that fragile beauty.

She was like a fairytale Sleeping Beauty, serene and breathtaking.

Lin Qiaoxuan gazed at the girl sleeping beside her, her eyes narrowing slightly.

A thought bloomed—

If only Ji Jiayu could stay like this forever.

She and Lin Wan would go out, earn money.

Ji Jiayu would remain at home, sleeping quietly in her bed, waiting for her return.

And after a long day’s work, she could savor her exclusive “dessert.”

No bad woman could ever disturb their time together again.

Wouldn’t that be perfect?

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