My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 64

Half an hour earlier.

Yu Hu and A-Yang finally reached the mountainside, the place where they had caught snakes and fish earlier at noon.

By the stream, in a clump of shrubs, there was an inconspicuous green marker. Right there lay the third Nuwa Stone.

Yu Hu bent down and picked up the dark yellow stone in his hands.

“Found it!” Yu Hu shouted excitedly.

“I suspect that snake this morning was deliberately put there by the show crew!”

“Let’s hurry back,” A-Yang urged anxiously, “the rain is getting heavier.”

Yu Hu carefully put away the important prop, sighing, “Yeah, maybe we’ll run into Xiaoyu and the others on the way back.”

In the darkness, A-Yang rolled his eyes.

Xiaoyu? How intimate you sound. Why is it that everyone, no matter men or women, likes her?

It’s sickening…

A-Yang trudged behind Yu Hu, feeling more and more exhausted.

He stared at the tall man ahead of him, panting hard.

The film emperor didn’t even think of lending him a hand.

“Mr. Yu, could you slow down a little, wait for me…” A-Yang’s voice was weak.

“Or maybe you could help support me?”

But Yu Hu didn’t respond at all—he simply strode forward quickly.

Not far down the mountain path sat a figure, shivering in the rain.

It was Chen Yiying.

She crouched there, looking pitiful, sobbing softly. “Wuwu… it’s so dark…”

Yu Hu ignored A-Yang completely, and instead walked over, bent down, and asked, “Yiying? Why are you still sitting here?”

Chen Yiying raised her head. Her long dark lashes were heavy with raindrops.

“I… I’m afraid of the dark… and the road is so slippery…”

“Is that Mr. Yu?”

“Yes, it’s me. Give me your hand, I’ll pull you up.” Yu Hu reached out to help her up.

“That’s strange… Where’s Xiaoyu? Didn’t you walk with her? She just doubled back to look for you…”

“I didn’t see her… I—I walked down that path for a few minutes, but I got so scared, so I came back here to wait for you,” Chen Yiying shook her head repeatedly.

Her long hair was soaked through, her branded blue sun jacket drenched into a sorry mess.

“What should we do? Xiaoyu went looking for me but didn’t find me,” Chen Yiying’s eyes widened, her lips trembling. “Could she be lost? We should go find her…”

A-Yang rubbed his hands together. Who would want to search for someone in the rain…

He muttered under his breath, “How could she be that delicate… Lost? Seriously? Mr. Yu gave her the hand-drawn map before we left. She’s not stupid. She must not have found you and just went back on her own.”

“She’s probably already at the camp. By now, Ji Jiayu is safe in the tent. She hasn’t even gotten wet, while we’re the ones soaked like drowned rats.”

Yu Hu nodded, thinking A-Yang made sense. Maybe Ji Jiayu had indeed gone back to the tent earlier.

“Mm, since Yiying didn’t see Xiaoyu, maybe she went back first. Let’s head back too.”

The three of them walked together. This time Yu Hu finally wised up a little—perhaps because Chen Yiying looked so pitiful, the film emperor made sure to steady the young girl a few times along the way.

But when they returned to camp, Ji Jiayu was nowhere to be seen.

“Huh? Where’s Xiaoyu? Teacher Wei, have you seen her?” Yu Hu asked.

“No,” the film queen Wei shook her head. “Wasn’t she with you?”

Yu Hu frowned, scratching his head. “She said she was coming back ahead of us…”

“Oh no, she’s gone…”

Chen Yiying clutched her fingers tightly, her eyes turning red. “She’s missing?”

“How could Jiayu be lost?”

“Why didn’t you stop her!!”

Chen Yiying’s chest tightened, her nose stinging as tears welled up. She wiped them away with her sleeve. “She only went back to the tent to look for me… That’s why…”

She had never felt such regret, such helplessness.

If only she hadn’t turned back…

Meanwhile, during the evening livestream, viewer numbers spiked dramatically. The screen filled with scrolling comments—

【Xiaoyu is missing, what’s going on? QAQ…】
【This is terrifying! How can the show have such a huge safety hazard?】
【Oh my god, I’m so scared… Director, hurry up and find her! Wuwuwu, I don’t want anything bad to happen to my Xiaoyu!!】

…

The camera cut to black. On the dark screen, only the flood of comments scrolled by.

Staff quickly called the police.

The production team halted filming, leaving guests to stay put while every staff member went searching for Ji Jiayu.

Accidents weren’t uncommon in wilderness survival shows—

But a celebrity, a living, breathing person actually disappearing? That was a first, and the most serious crisis yet.

Staff warned, “Be careful when walking around. There are many sinkholes and caves here, don’t fall in…”

“Could Jiayu have fallen in? Wuwuwu…” Chen Yiying covered her mouth, her eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down her face. “I… I want to go find her too…”

“Yiying, you’d better stay here at camp…” the director came over to gently calm her.

“Don’t scare yourself, don’t overthink it, okay?”

Chen Yiying crouched down, sobbing softly, “Mm…”

Suddenly, the camp was filled with a loud buzzing sound overhead.

The deafening roar of helicopter blades.

“Ah—it’s a helicopter…”

“But just now the rescue team said it would take a long time to get up here in the rain…”

“How did they arrive so quickly?”

The helicopter drew closer, then descended slowly.

Not just one—there was a second, then a third, all landing in sequence.

Despite the rain and mountain fog, they managed to land on a nearby clearing.

From one helicopter, a figure stepped out. Tall and slender, wearing a black dress loosely covered with a windbreaker.

Even from the back, her posture was straight, waist narrow, legs long—always strikingly poised, standing out from the crowd.

Rescue workers in bright green vests disembarked with sonar equipment. Some were even professional divers…

The woman adjusted her windbreaker, then dashed into the rain.

“Find her! Search every possible spot, leave nothing unchecked!”

The rescue workers quickly scattered, taking different paths.

“President Qiu…” one of the staff recognized her. “Why is President Qiu here?”

Chen Yiying overheard the whisper.

She turned her head, and the moment she saw the woman, she shot up from her stool, running to the clearing. “Sister Miaoran, why are you here?”

Qiu Miaoran’s brows pressed low, making her eyes look even deeper, her tall nose stark, her complexion deathly pale. The lipstick had faded from her lips—she looked utterly haggard.

She didn’t even spare Chen Yiying a thought, just cast her a faint glance before brushing past.

Qiu Miaoran ignored her completely.

Yet Chen Yiying didn’t feel sad at all.

When she first debuted, she’d been the spoiled “little sister,” resenting all the women who hovered around President Qiu. Their ambition was obvious—they clung to her just for money.

Only Lin Qiaoxuan, she thought, was worthy of Miaoran.

But Qiu Miaoran had always been like a machine without emotions—

Her black phoenix eyes cold as a bottomless pool, never showing the slightest ripple.

But just now, when they brushed past each other, there had been something…

Emotions flickering in those eyes, complex, incomprehensible to Chen Yiying.

And with her disheveled hair, open windbreaker collar… it was clear—Qiu Miaoran was distraught.

For a moment, Chen Yiying was stunned. Suddenly, she realized—she had been wrong, completely wrong.

She had never seen Qiu Miaoran so nervous, so shaken out of composure.

Ji Jiayu was different. Different from Lin Qiaoxuan, different from those other women…

Chen Yiying quietly clenched her fists.

If those two were truly together… maybe that wouldn’t be so bad after all.

She liked Sister Miaoran, and she liked Sister Jiayu too. If they were together, neither of them would ever leave…

That would be wonderful.

Sister Miaoran, please find Sister Jiayu quickly…

I’ll behave. I’ll never be willful again.

Chen Yiying sat back down, her vision blurred once more with tears.

She didn’t know, and no one else knew either, how Qiu Miaoran had panicked when she first heard about the livestream accident—how she had dropped everything at the Nancheng Summit…

In that instant, her world lost all color.

Ji Jiayu tugged at her very core—desire and despair intertwined.

Every heartbeat, sharper and faster because of her. She was both aphrodisiac and poison, etched into the marrow of her bones.

Qiu Miaoran could not imagine a world without her.

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