My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 71

Director Zhang paused, then turned his head to glance at Ji Jiayu, not far away in her bathrobe. “This scene really was something we added last minute, haha…”

“And Jiayu knows about it—she even agreed.”

That was how Director Zhang began his “passing the blame” routine.

Ji Jiayu blinked. She didn’t care one bit about Qiu Miao­ran’s icy glare. Pinching the corner of her robe, she gathered it a little tighter around herself. “Director Zhang, when are we starting?”

Zhang turned his gaze toward Qiu Miaoran. “President Qiu, shall we begin?”

Qiu Miaoran pressed her lips together, her fingers tightening around the glass of tea in her hand. She didn’t say “yes,” but she didn’t say “no” either.

“Camera rolling. Sound rolling. Scene marker!”

“Scene two, take one, action!”

Ji Jiayu raised her eyes toward Wei Ying beside her. Her steps trembled as she slowly approached the bed and lay down.

Wei Ying leaned in, her long hair cascading forward, the ends brushing against Ji Jiayu’s cheek. In a hushed voice, she murmured in her ear, “Don’t be nervous…”

Her slender fingers reached toward the robe, lightly brushing it twice before her red lips parted. Her teeth gently caught the sash and tugged it down.

The camera zoomed in close—capturing the woman’s half-lidded, slightly hazy eyes and the subtle rise and fall of her throat as she swallowed.

She lowered herself, lips grazing Ji Jiayu’s ear, then lifted her face slightly, about to kiss the girl’s delicate pink lips.

Veteran actress Wei Ying truly lived up to her reputation. Even though it was only staged, the scene carried a heavy sensuality—enough to make one’s mouth go dry.

The lighting crew shifted the lamps.

In the play of shadows, it felt as if desire itself was stirring.

Wei Ying continued her motions—

“Thunk—” A glass rolled.

“Crash—” The cup shattered, sharp and loud.

Tea spread across the ground, breaking the charged atmosphere in an instant.

Qiu Miaoran opened her hand, lowering her gaze to the glass shards scattered at her feet.

Then she raised her face. Her dark phoenix eyes swept coldly over the two people on the bed before circling back to Director Zhang.

“Sorry. My… hand slipped.”

Her apology was hard and flat, utterly devoid of apology.

Staff rushed in with brooms and dustpans to clean up.

Director Zhang forced a smile. “Well… let’s start again, from the top—”

But Qiu Miaoran cut him off with a sharp, freezing tone.

“No need to shoot this scene, Director Zhang.”

Her head tilted slightly down, loose strands of hair falling across her brow. With the golden-framed glasses on her face, shadows clung to her expression, making her aura even colder.

Her face was expressionless, her eyes dark and oppressive, fixed on the director.

“Cut this scene.”

Qiu Miaoran’s tall frame, her coat draped loosely over her shoulders, made it feel as though the very air around her had dropped in temperature.

Director Zhang broke into a cold sweat. Just how terrifying could this President Qiu be?

Her stare alone was like a blade.

Her icy glare at that moment was exactly like a wife being forced to watch her partner sleep with someone else.

So strange… weren’t these two already broken up? Didn’t they publicly insist they were only friends?

Clearly today’s shoot was over—at least not until Qiu Miaoran left.

Rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, Director Zhang tried to smile.

“Alright, it’s really not that necessary to shoot anyway… Jiayu, you’re done for the day. You’re not in the next scene.”

“You can rest.”

Ji Jiayu sat up on the edge of the bed. “Oh, okay.”

She slipped on her slippers, stood, and walked past Qiu Miaoran without sparing her a glance.

……

Inside the dressing room, Ji Jiayu had just changed clothes.

From outside came a staff member’s voice: “This is the women’s changing room, miss—you can’t come in.”

“I’m looking for someone.” The voice was cold, familiar.

“Still, you can’t—”

Ji Jiayu tilted her head toward the door. “Let her in.”

Footsteps followed.

In the mirror, Ji Jiayu’s delicate profile appeared. The scene had been shot nearly barefaced, yet her skin remained flawless, her lips softly tinted with a pale shade of pink. She looked radiant.

She stared at the mirror.

Behind her stood Qiu Miaoran, silently watching her reflection.

Ji Jiayu still wore the bathrobe from earlier.

As she shifted, her knees—smooth and faintly pink—were revealed.

Qiu Miaoran’s gaze darkened, lingering a moment on her knees before slipping lower.

Straight calves, pale skin glimmering faintly.

She tore her eyes away—barely. If she kept looking, she truly couldn’t endure it.

When you liked someone, even the hem of their pants could seem too short, every glimpse of calf silently tempting you.

How much more so when she was in a bathrobe?

Qiu Miaoran pressed her lips together, her lashes trembling faintly.

“Why haven’t you changed yet?”

Ji Jiayu glanced over her shoulder at her. “President Qiu deleted my scene—so why are you here looking for me?”

Qiu Miaoran pulled out the chair beside her and sat, crossing her long legs. “Come out for a walk with me?”

Ji Jiayu faced forward again, fussing with her hair in the mirror.

“President Qiu,” she said softly, “I’m supposed to have dinner with the crew later.”

“Ji Jiayu…”

Not “Jiayu.” Not “Miss Ji.” She used her full name.

Head slightly bowed, the thin gold chain of her glasses dangling against her throat, Qiu Miaoran slid the frames off and rubbed her brow.

“I’m in a bad mood today. Can you keep me company?”

Her voice was hoarse.

This proud, aloof woman so rarely revealed weakness. She must truly be down.

Ji Jiayu turned to look—

She caught Qiu Miaoran just as she slowly replaced her glasses, revealing the faint gray shadows beneath her eyes, evidence of exhaustion.

Ji Jiayu’s fingers curled slightly. “…I suppose the dinner… could be canceled.”

In other words—I could go with you.

Qiu Miaoran’s brows lifted faintly. “Hm?”

Ji Jiayu twisted open a lipstick, touching up carefully in the mirror.

“I mean… it’s not impossible for me to keep you company.”

As if she hadn’t heard, Qiu Miaoran leaned closer, gaze fixed on the girl’s lips, watching as they were colored fresh again—soft, vivid, tempting.

Their chairs were already side by side. Now the distance between them shrank even more.

“I still don’t understand…” Qiu murmured.

Ji Jiayu finished, pressed her lips together with a soft pop, leaving them plump and luminous.

“I said,” she answered without thinking, “this afternoon… I can be with you.”

Qiu Miaoran: “Say it again.”

Only then did Ji Jiayu realize something was off. Hadn’t she repeated herself enough? Couldn’t this woman understand plain words?

“You—what’s wrong with you today—” She turned abruptly, only to find Qiu Miaoran’s face suddenly close.

So close that her lips nearly brushed Qiu’s nose.

Ji Jiayu flinched, heart racing, her lashes trembling as she whispered nervously, “Why are you so close?”

Qiu Miaoran pressed her phone screen.

A recording played back:

“I can be with you.”

“I can be with you.”

Over and over.

She watched Ji Jiayu’s ears heat pink, her lips curving with quiet amusement.

“You said you’d stay with me,” she murmured. “Then stay forever.”

Ji Jiayu clenched her fists, lunging for the phone. “Delete it!”

But Qiu Miaoran leaned back, dodging her grab.

Ji Jiayu stumbled forward in the motion, toppling sideways—straight into Qiu Miaoran’s arms.

She didn’t move, just lowered her head, lips brushing near Ji Jiayu’s cheek as her gaze fell on the girl’s reddening ear.

“Your ears are so red.”

Her warm breath teased the fine hairs there, tickling.

Alone in the dressing room, the atmosphere thickened.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Ji Jiayu’s heartbeat raced.

It was that long-lost flutter again.

Swallowing hard, she stood abruptly and stepped back. “Qiu Miaoran, did you take the wrong medicine today?”

She pointed at the door. “Leave.”

Qiu tilted her head, amused. “And if I don’t?”

“I need to change…” Ji Jiayu muttered, only to realize Qiu’s gaze was sliding lower.

Looking down, she saw her robe had come loose in the scuffle. The neckline gaped, revealing pale skin and the outline of what lay beneath.

Flushing, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t look!”

Qiu’s eyes deepened. Her lips parted in a murmur:

“It’s not like I haven’t seen before.”

Ji Jiayu’s ears burned bright red. She clutched the robe tighter. “Just—go already…”

“Or I won’t.”

Her head ducked, lashes trembling, her posture shrinking back in embarrassment.

Though the truth was—they’d already been intimate, every part of her had been seen.

And yet, here and now, she blushed like a girl.

Their relationship had always run in reverse—first the physical, then the hints of affection, the flutter of hearts, the drop of tenderness.

This felt like a belated heartbeat.

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