My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 72.2

For instance, her life of multiple cycles, or perhaps her overly strong approach in business and life had inadvertently offended too many people.

Perhaps the accumulation of these “sins” was why they had been separated for so long, and why it took so many twists and turns to be together again.

“Or rather, for my karma.”

Ji Jiayu didn’t believe in gods or Buddhas, but she respected and understood. “I’ll wait for you here.”

She stood outside the hall, walked over to hold Qiu Miaoran’s bag for her, and watched the woman walk away.

Qiu Miaoran held the incense sticks and stopped in front of the purple-copper incense burner. She lit the incense, lowered her eyes, meditated for a moment,

Then, she slowly opened her eyes and neatly placed the incense sticks into the ash.

Ji Jiayu watched Qiu Miaoran, and looking at the woman’s back, her own heart seemed to calm down.

When Qiu Miaoran finished offering the incense and walked back,

Ji Jiayu handed her the bag. “Shall we go?”

Qiu Miaoran pulled her wrist. “Wait for me a little longer.”

They walked into the front hall, looked up at the gods and Buddhas filling the hall, then went around the statue, out the back door, and into the courtyard behind.

In the back courtyard, there was a crooked old banyan tree with a main trunk so thick that one person couldn’t embrace it with both arms. Its canopy stretched to the sky, clearly showing its age.

The branches were densely covered with red threads and small wooden plaques used for wishing, carrying the prayers of past pilgrims.

Ji Jiayu stood still, watching Qiu Miaoran talk to the staff at the counter.

Qiu Miaoran looked back and waved at Ji Jiayu. “Do you want to hang one?”

Their eyes met again.

“No need.” Ji Jiayu shook her head.

Qiu Miaoran put money into the box, donated merit, and then leaned against the glass counter, writing on a small wooden plaque. She took it to a branch.

Ji Jiayu’s voice came to her ear, “What did you wish for?”

Qiu Miaoran covered the wooden plaque with her fingers, concealing the writing from Ji Jiayu. She tilted her head and glanced at her, her eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of a smile on her lips. “I won’t tell you.”

“If I say it, it won’t come true.”

“Fine,” Ji Jiayu turned her head, no longer trying to peek at the words on her wooden plaque. “If you won’t let me see, I won’t.”

Qiu Miaoran put her hands together, holding the wooden plaque in her palms, her expression peaceful and devout.

She slowly opened her eyes, hooked the red string with her long, fair fingers, wrapped the red string around the branch, and hung up the wooden plaque.

A few minutes later, they walked around the gilded statue of Maitreya, passed by the golden Guanyin statue in the main hall, and walked out of the door of Fengming Temple.

At this moment, the sky was hazy, and a mountain rain began to fall. The rain was fine, as ethereal as the mountain mist.

“It’s raining…” Ji Jiayu reached out her hand. Her long, fair fingers spread out, catching a few drops of the hazy, fine rain.

“The gods and Buddhas heard your wish,”

“It will definitely come true, Miaoran.”

“Everything will be fine.”

Qiu Miaoran’s eyes felt slightly sore. She softly “hmm”ed and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, which had a few raindrops on them.

“Tap, tap, tap—”

The early autumn rain was getting heavier.

The two of them were already halfway down the mountain, and it was too late to go back to the temple for shelter.

Qiu Miaoran’s gold-rimmed glasses were wet with rain, and her vision became blurry. Every time she wiped them, new raindrops splashed on them. She took off her glasses. Her black hair was damp and fell in strands, slightly covering her eyes. Her dark eyes narrowed slightly. “I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

“Me neither,” Ji Jiayu looked up at her, blinking her distinct eyelashes. Looking up, she suddenly saw a place to take shelter. “There’s a hotel ahead, let’s hurry over.”

She reached out, naturally took Qiu Miaoran’s fingers, and pulled her toward the hotel entrance.

Stopping under the hotel’s eaves, Ji Jiayu gasped for breath, complaining softly, “I’m exhausted… and still drenched in the rain…”

“Should we… just get a room to shower?”

The woman’s voice suddenly came from behind her ear. “You’re that eager to get a room with me?”

Her warm breath lightly sprinkled on Ji Jiayu’s neck. She could feel the other person slowly leaning in from behind, speaking close to her ear.

Ji Jiayu’s ears suddenly turned red. “Who wants to with you…”

She pursed her lips, silently lowering the last two words, ‘get a room.’

“But I want to get a room with you,” Qiu Miaoran looked at her. “Can I?”

Ji Jiayu shook her head repeatedly. “No way…”

“I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold,” Qiu Miaoran added quietly.

Ji Jiayu’s nose tickled. She let out a tiny sneeze. “Achoo…”

One minute later, at the hotel front desk.

“ID, please. Is it a king room?”

Qiu Miaoran handed her ID to the front desk attendant. “A twin room, mountain view.”

The attendant took the ID. “IDs… both of yours are needed.”

Ji Jiayu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with her back to the desk, watching the mountain scenery outside the glass as if she didn’t understand what was being said.

Qiu Miaoran walked over and tugged at her rain-soaked hoodie sleeve. “Your ID… she needs it.”

Ji Jiayu pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice, “Do I have to give it?”

Qiu Miaoran stared intently at her, her phoenix eyes growing darker, like a bottomless pool. “You have to.”

“Okay then…” Ji Jiayu reluctantly rummaged through her bag, pulled her ID out of her wallet, and placed it in Qiu Miaoran’s palm. “Here you go.”

The front desk attendant took the second ID, glanced at the photo and name on the document, her fingers trembled slightly, and then she slowly took the document and scanned it on the scanner.

She seemed to instantly understand why the second girl was unwilling to hand over her ID.

The attendant handed both IDs and the room card to Qiu Miaoran and smiled. “You don’t need to worry, our hotel maintains complete confidentiality of our guests’ check-in records.”

“We absolutely will not disclose your personal information.”

Ji Jiayu clenched her fingers, then slowly relaxed them, took her ID, put it back in her wallet, nodded to the attendant, and said “Thank you” with a bit of embarrassment.

Watching Ji Jiayu and the woman walk up the stairs side-by-side.

The smile faded from the attendant’s lips. She was actually a huge fan (mama fan) of Ji Jiayu. Now her darling daughter was being stolen, and she still had to maintain the smile of a service worker, and she even had to keep it a secret.

Don’t ask, just know it was painful… QAQ

But her darling daughter was smiling so sweetly just now! She was so shocked that she forgot to ask for an autograph, boohoo…

…

The two figures disappeared at the end of the stairs, stopping in front of the twin mountain view room Qiu Miaoran had booked on the second floor.

“Ding,” the room card was swiped open.

Ji Jiayu followed her in slowly.

“Bang,” the door closed.

She was a little nervous, grabbing Qiu Miaoran’s trench coat sleeve. The feel of her fingertips was slightly damp.

Clearly, Qiu Miaoran was also soaked.

Qiu Miaoran leaned over, placed her hand on the door, her fingers slowly sliding down to gently rub and press Ji Jiayu’s shoulder. She lowered her head, their lips met, and they shared a warm kiss, nose touching nose.

The atmosphere was just right. The two bodies, drenched by the mountain rain, leaned against the door, and their temperature gradually rose.

When their lips parted, a silvery, sticky thread lingered between them.

The thread silently broke.

Ji Jiayu clutched Qiu Miaoran’s sleeve, her voice breathy, her rain-dampened lips curved into a smile. “I caught you.”

Qiu Miaoran pressed against her, lowered her head, kissed her on the tip of the nose, her dark eyes reflecting the girl’s outline. Her gaze was unusually clingy. “Holding onto me and saying you don’t want to get back together?”

Ji Jiayu breathed out, her lips were kissed into an enticing, watery red. “I don’t…”

“Stubborn.”

“At least not now…” Ji Jiayu’s eyelashes fluttered violently. She slowly let go of Qiu Miaoran. “I have to film tomorrow… I’m afraid you’ll make it so I can’t get up.”

“After you finish filming, I’ll be with you. You can play however you want then.”

“Just wait for me a little longer… Qiu Miaoran.”

Qiu Miaoran chuckled, seemingly just realizing what Ji Jiayu was worried about. “I’ll wait for you.”

“I won’t touch you.”

“You know, I’m very good at waiting…” She stared quietly at Ji Jiayu, her voice dropping, her tone slightly husky at the end, like suppressing a strong desire. “Go take a shower quickly.”

Ji Jiayu shook her head. “You go first… your trench coat is all wet.”

“You go first.” Qiu Miaoran’s tone was firm. “You still have to film… don’t catch a cold.”

Ji Jiayu softly hummed. Looking up, her light chestnut pupils trembled as she hesitantly asked, “Then… together?”

“No,” Qiu Miaoran pushed her into the bathroom. “You’ll definitely catch a cold that way.”

“If we’re in the bathroom together, I won’t be able to stop myself…”

“Thump—”

“Thump—”

Her heart rate accelerated again.

Ji Jiayu covered her chest and closed the bathroom door with a “bang.”

She felt she was doomed…

Why did Qiu Miaoran suddenly become so good at flirting?

Or perhaps it’s that when you like someone, just one sentence from them

Can make your heart flutter uncontrollably.

That evening, they were lying on two very close beds.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the night was dark.

The bedside lamp was on, casting a warm yellow glow.

Ji Jiayu couldn’t sleep. She lay in the soft quilt and slowly turned over.

When she turned, she met a pair of dark eyes.

The other person had been watching her back, she didn’t know what was so interesting…

Their eyes met, and a tingling, itchy current ran through her heart.

“Qiu Miaoran, why are you looking at me?”

Qiu Miaoran was silent for a moment, her raven-black eyelashes blinked slightly, and her voice was a little muffled by the pillow.

“Looking at you…”

“You’re beautiful.”

Ji Jiayu didn’t know,

Qiu Miaoran had been watching her silently, just watching, and felt very satisfied…

Ji Jiayu looked at Qiu Miaoran, subconsciously twisting the corner of the quilt with her fingers. She bit her lip before asking in a low voice, “Why are you just looking at me…”

“Don’t you want to come over?”

Qiu Miaoran’s red lips parted. “Come over?”

Ji Jiayu’s breathing quickened. She lowered her head and shrunk into the quilt, covering half her face with the corner of the quilt. She didn’t know why she had become so easily shy lately, especially when facing Qiu Miaoran. It was often like this, a strange, inexplicable desire and a fluttering heart.

The girl’s voice, muffled through the quilt, came out. “Do you want to come over and help me rehearse a bed scene?”

“Okay,” Qiu Miaoran silently swallowed, suddenly threw off her own quilt, and lightly touched the floor with the tips of her toes. “Then I’ll help you rehearse.”

“Xiaoyu…”

“I want you to be happy.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Ji Jiayu was in a daze, softly “hmm”ing, calling out in a soft hiss. She vaguely said, “Okay.”

Her fingers tightly grasped the corner of the quilt. The woman’s constant low whispers overwhelmed her ears. She was being stroked and kneaded by the woman’s long fingers, making her feel as if she was floating on white clouds. Her head swam, her mind blurry, almost unable to hear the other person’s voice. Her nose was filled with the cool sandalwood scent. Their sweet breaths mingled completely.

That night, the wind and rain in the mountains continued through the day and night.

A few days later, it was the second week, Monday.

Escape from Summer finally finished filming its last outdoor scene, located in the halfway park on Fengzu Mountain.

“Xiaoyu, congratulations on wrapping up!” Assistant Xiaoyao walked over with a smile. “Shall we go celebrate tonight?”

“Help me take my bag,” Ji Jiayu dropped a sentence and turned to walk up the steps. “Wait for me to come back.”

She suddenly wanted to go see something.

Ji Jiayu quickened her pace, crossing the threshold of Fengming Temple at the summit.

On a Monday, Fengming Temple had few pilgrims. The young monk sitting in front of the glass counter was dozing off. He was startled awake by a hurried footsteps,

“Patron… would you like to donate merit?” The young monk rubbed his eyes and quickly stood up, looking up at the graceful woman rushing over.

Ji Jiayu stood under the old banyan tree. She thought she would have to search for a long time, but with just a glance, she saw a wooden plaque.

The handwriting on the wooden plaque was all too familiar to her.

Moreover, the name “Ji Jiayu” was written on it, making it exceptionally conspicuous.

Her eyes immediately filled with tears the moment she clearly saw the writing on it.

Her eyelashes lowered, and two lines of hot, clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes, like crystal teardrops, hanging by her cheeks and slowly sliding down.

Ji Jiayu, her eyes red, walked to the young monk and his merit box. “I want to donate…”

“I want to make a wish.”

The young monk was bewildered, watching Ji Jiayu search for her wallet for a long time without finding it. “Patron…”

Ji Jiayu wiped the tears from her face, suddenly remembering that her bag was with her assistant. She sniffled, her voice slightly hoarse. “I’m sorry, my bag is with my friend. I’ll go down the mountain to get it now…”

The young monk gently shook his head, smiled, and took out a small wooden plaque tied with a red string, along with a fine ink brush, from the counter, handing them to her. “For merit, sincerity is enough. Patron, please just burn a handful of heart incense…”

Ji Jiayu repeatedly said thank you. “Thank you… thank you…”

She picked up the brush.

But Ji Jiayu wasn’t very good at calligraphy. She could only hold the brush tip and write as neatly as possible.

After writing, she put down the brush and handed it to the young monk.

The young monk stared blankly as he took the brush. He saw the female devotee’s small, oval face, her eyebrows gently curved, and her almond eyes glistening with tears. Tears overflowed from her eyes as if they were incontinent. When she looked up, her face was already streaked with tears.

The young monk quickly pulled out a box of tissues from under the counter and handed her a stack of them. “Buddha says, all gatherings of love and affection are hard to maintain permanently.”

“Patron, please don’t be too sad.”

“Mmm,” Ji Jiayu took the tissues, wiped her face clean, and hurried to the old banyan tree. Her fingers lightly hooked the red string, and she hung up the wooden plaque.

Before leaving, she turned slightly and waved to the young monk.

“Little master, I will make up the money next time~”

The young monk gently waved his robe sleeve, his eyes curved and smiling kindly. He watched the woman’s hurried departing figure.

The woman walked very quickly,

As if something very important, or someone very important, was waiting for her.

The mountain wind blew, rustling the two wishing plaques hanging close together under the old banyan tree.

One with long, thin handwriting and vigorous brushstrokes.

One with childish, neatly aligned handwriting.

“I want to start over with Ji Jiayu.”

“I want to fall in love with Qiu Miaoran again.”

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