My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 81.2

Qiu Miaoran raised her paddle and bid. Her clear, cold female voice broke the silence of the venue.

“Two hundred thousand.”

The man next to her: “…@#&”!! This is unbelievable? This person must be the real rich fool?!

President Cheng of Chengda Film and Television silently lowered his auction paddle.

The host announced: “Congratulations to bidder number 03 for a successful bid.”

The lights dimmed, transitioning to the next segment.

The spotlight suddenly flared, and every girl in the backup dance team was dazzlingly beautiful.

Ji Jiayu stood in the very center, her slender waist swaying, making the fluffy little tail behind her shorts move. Following the music’s rhythm, she curled her “cat claws” and gently scratched the air in front of her.

The fuzzy cat ears on her head twitched slightly. She suddenly turned around, tilted her head to look at the camera, her pink lips curved into an arc, and her light chestnut-colored eyes were misty and innocent.

The backup dancers were like cats, their legs moving, their slender waists charmingly twisting.

Large swathes of flashing lights swept past behind them. Amidst the flowing colors, Ji Jiayu posed and danced in the center, her knees bent.

On the stage, she was the most charming and eye-catching.

She lightly shook her head, and her cat ears trembled slightly.

The wind wrinkled the slightly puffy shorts. Her black hair was messy, clinging to her long, fair neck.

Even the wind tonight seemed to favor her alone.

[Ahhh, she can really move!!]

[Cute is worthless in the face of sexiness~]

[Charming Kitty, she’s so charming wuwuwu…]

[Taking home my kitty wife~]

[I’m kind of shipping CEO Qiu and Little Fish now. Casually throwing down two hundred thousand for Little Fish’s one dance routine—what kind of melodramatic plot is this where the dominant ex-girlfriend desperately begs me to come back? Ah~ I’m obsessed!]

The trolls started their awkward slander—

[Tch, two hundred thousand is all. Why are some fans exaggerating so much? Starting the hype again…]

The fans (Yu-liang) were unhappy and retorted—

[Speechless… Keyboard warrior, go throw down two hundred thousand yourself, let’s see?]

…

The performance ended.

Ji Jiayu returned to the performers’ lounge.

“Clap clap clap—” Assistant Xiaoyao’s applause was very crisp.

“That performance was so good! Especially your expressions, Xiaoyu, you should just become a girl group member!”

Ji Jiayu raised her hand, her fingers tucking a strand of hair that fell in front of her eyes. She smiled.

“Hahaha… It’s mainly because of the stage lighting and the costume.”

She pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the vanity mirror.

Her phone suddenly lit up.

There was a new message in the chat window.

[Qiu Miaoran]: I was driving just now.

Ji Jiayu typed a line in the message field—”Was that you who successfully bid?”

She had just finished typing when she deleted the words one by one.

Asking like that would make her seem presumptuous.

Ji Jiayu turned off the phone screen.

The voice only sounded similar; it might not have been Qiu Miaoran.

Footsteps sounded at the door.

“Knock, knock, knock—” Someone knocked on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Assistant Xiaoyao stood up and walked over to open the door.

The door “clicked” open.

The moment Assistant Xiaoyao opened the door, her expression froze, and her eyes widened slightly.

The person held up their index finger, making a shushing gesture.

The assistant blinked and tactfully stepped out of the lounge, leaving the two of them alone. Before leaving, she closed the door.

With a “click,” the latch turned, and the lounge door was shut.

Ji Jiayu sat in front of the vanity mirror, looking at the mirror surface, which reflected the woman’s figure as she gradually approached.

The chair next to her was pulled out, and the woman sat down, right beside her.

Qiu Miaoran turned her head to look.

Ji Jiayu was removing her makeup, her slender wrist glaringly fair. She lifted her hand to remove the cat ears on her head.

The woman’s voice quietly came from beside her ear:

“Wearing so little?”

Ji Jiayu gently pinched a makeup wipe, lightly dabbing her eye corner to wipe off a few exaggerated glitter pieces.

She put down the wipe, leaned closer to the mirror, and her crimson-painted fingers gently peeled off her false eyelashes.

“It’s a performance costume. This is the effect it needs,” Ji Jiayu tousled her hair, getting rid of the glitter stuck on it. Her black hair was lightly brushed away, carrying a subtle scent of women’s perfume.

In the mirror, her face had returned to its original look—a small, pointed chin, fair and clean skin, almost transparent at the edges under the light.

Ji Jiayu blinked lightly, complaining softly.

“It wasn’t for you to watch…”

“It wasn’t for me to watch?” Qiu Miaoran stared at her profile with interest, the girl’s outline dimly reflected in her dark eyes.

The woman reached out, hooking a lock of black hair and lightly wrapping it around her finger.

“Miss Ji, I bought your dance routine for two hundred thousand.”

Ji Jiayu slightly turned her face, moving her long hair aside to reveal her fair shoulder and neck hidden beneath the black hair. Her collarbone was deeply hollowed, damp with a little sweat, glistening now.

“CEO Qiu,” Ji Jiayu’s eyelashes fluttered, and she curved her lips into a smile. “Am I only worth two hundred thousand?”

Qiu Miaoran lightly pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, the fine chain slightly swaying. Through the thin lenses, her dark eyes were fixed on Ji Jiayu, her gaze deep and filled with burgeoning desire.

“Come here…”

Her appearance was refined, but her voice was slightly husky.

Qiu Miaoran lowered her hand, her long, fair fingers resting on her own knee. She gently patted her thigh, her red lips moving, her tone casual.

“Come sit on me so I can kiss you,”

“And I’ll donate another one million.”

What kind of domineering sugar daddy and pretty starlet plot was this?!

Ji Jiayu: “…”

Ji Jiayu’s eyebrow rose slightly. She gracefully stood up, walked over, and sat down elegantly on the woman’s lap.

Her arm was fair and slender, hooking around the woman’s neck, like a boneless, seductive watersnake. She leaned close to the woman’s ear, lightly blowing a breath. “For the sake of charity,”

“I’ve sacrificed so much.”

Her earlobe was fiercely rubbed by someone.

Ji Jiayu gasped, letting out a sharp “hiss,” her entire upper body instantly tensing up.

The woman lowered her head, gently taking her earlobe into her mouth. Her long, clean fingers clamped Ji Jiayu’s chin, firmly holding her small face. She lightly turned her face and kissed the corner of her lips.

It was like a dragonfly skimming the water, a light touch that quickly departed.

Qiu Miaoran looked at the girl in her arms. She tilted her head up slightly, the light reflecting off the gold-rimmed glasses. The strands of hair falling over her eyes slightly obscured her vision. Her voice had an innate coolness, carrying a subtle hint of malice.

“You’ve got your one million.”

Ji Jiayu’s eyelashes trembled. Her gaze swept over the woman, her light chestnut-colored eyes tightly fixed on the woman’s red lips.

That’s it?

What was the difference between that kiss and no kiss at all?

“No,” Ji Jiayu murmured. “Your service isn’t up to standard, and donating only one million is too stingy…”

Qiu Miaoran leaned back, resting against the chair back. Her distinctly long eyelashes dropped down, her gaze slowly sliding over Ji Jiayu’s delicate nose. Her eyes lingered on the girl’s pink lips.

The woman’s voice softened, each word deliberate, her tone a little husky and very much like a dominant older woman. She teased,

“You’re the one serving me.”

“Movie star.”

Ji Jiayu’s scalp tingled, and she felt an intense itch in her heart. She leaned in, her middle finger hooking the nose pad of the gold-rimmed glasses, pushing the thin frames higher on Qiu Miaoran’s nose.

She curved her eyes, the lights reflecting brightly in her pupils, like a little musk deer that had fallen into a trap. That small smile touched the corners of her eyes, adding a seductive charm.

“You think my service isn’t good enough?”

Ji Jiayu sat on the woman’s lap, her arms hooked around the other’s neck. She moved her legs further in. She lowered her head, her eyes veiled with desire, her bright lips parting as she took the woman’s lips into her mouth, gently sucking on them. A mist gradually formed in her eyes.

Qiu Miaoran narrowed her phoenix eyes, her gaze also growing hazy. She let the girl remove her gold-rimmed glasses, waiting for Ji Jiayu to lean in. The girl’s soft lips were offered, dropping fragmented kisses.

Her hair brushed against Qiu Miaoran’s cheek, tickling her, carrying the girl’s sweet fragrance.

The exchange of breath brought rough panting. All she could smell was the girl’s sweet fragrance.

Qiu Miaoran was kissed repeatedly by the girl clinging to her neck. Her fingers instinctively reached out, lightly covering Ji Jiayu’s thin back, slowly sliding down…

Ji Jiayu raised her head, releasing the woman’s lips. She felt the woman’s warm fingertip hooking her stocking. Her brow furrowed slightly. “Don’t pull,”

“It’s a stage costume. It’ll tear if you pull it.”

Qiu Miaoran stopped the movement of her fingers. She let out a low “Oh,” unlike before when she would disregard the clothing and simply tear it.

She felt a sense of longing in her heart. She raised her hand to touch Ji Jiayu’s face, lightly stroking her soft lips, her thumb wiping away the faint moisture at the corners of the girl’s mouth. “Then I won’t do anything else…”

“I’ll donate five million.”

Ji Jiayu released her arms from around the woman’s neck but leaned forward to give a quick “pop” of a kiss to the woman’s nose. “CEO Qiu is generous.”

She stood up and asked Qiu Miaoran, “Shall we go to the wedding dinner?”

Qiu Miaoran reached for the gold-rimmed glasses that had fallen on the table and slowly put them on. “The event isn’t over yet,”

“If you leave with me now… aren’t you afraid of what people will say?”

Ji Jiayu gave a small hum. “Being talked about isn’t a one-time thing,”

“Tonight, I’m with my girlfriend,”

“Let whoever wants to talk, talk.”

She reached behind her, trying to remove the fluffy tail attached to the back of her shorts, but couldn’t feel it. “Ah… did it fall off?”

Qiu Miaoran flicked her wrist, the fluffy tail clipped between her fingers. Her fingers were fair and long. Holding the small fluffy tail made it look oddly suggestive. “It’s here,”

“Change your clothes, and then have someone pack this performance costume.”

“Give it to me.”

Donating five million for one outfit.

It was a good deal.

Ji Jiayu pinched the corner of her clothing and asked hesitantly, “Why… why do you want this performance costume?”

Qiu Miaoran leaned against the chair back, tilting her head up slightly. Her gaze swept over Ji Jiayu’s entire body from top to bottom.

The outfit was tight: the black strapless camisole and slightly puffy shorts perfectly outlined the girl’s shape. Her skin was subtly revealed, like snow held tight by the strapless top. Her waist was so slender it looked like it could be snapped, and the stockings were tightly tied at the tops of her thighs.

Plus the cat ear headband and the detachable fluffy tail…

This outfit was too suggestive.

Qiu Miaoran’s heart felt itchy, and she could only resent that she couldn’t keep such a beautiful Ji Jiayu confined forever. But she couldn’t; she was forced to share such a beautiful Ji Jiayu with the whole world…

She couldn’t clip the girl’s wings.

But she could do other things with Ji Jiayu…

—Do things that no one else could see.

Qiu Miaoran paused, lightly tapping the table with her fingers. She gazed at Ji Jiayu, her eyes dark, her voice slightly husky, carrying a lingering sensuality. “I’ll take it back for you to wear,”

“Wear it at home and dance for me.”

“Only for me.”

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