My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 82.1

In the hotel corridor, Qiu Miaoran held the young woman’s hand, her other hand gripping her phone as she took a call.

“I brought someone over.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about meeting us. I know which room it is.”

“Gotta go.”

…

“Was that your friend on the phone?” Ji Jiayu asked softly.

Qiu Miaoran: “Mhm.”

Before they even reached the private room, they could hear the chatter inside—

“I heard Qiu Zong is bringing someone today…”

“Is our sister-in-law coming too? A celebrity!”

“Did she actually get her? Let’s not rush to call her sister-in-law… it might be too awkward.”

“And it’s so late now. It’s the first time the boss has been late. Maybe she didn’t bring her after all…”

Qiu Miaoran rapped her fingers on the door panel.

The door was pushed open with a “click.”

Qiu Miaoran strode in, her long suit jacket open, as if she brought the wind with her.

This private room didn’t have many people; those who were there were close friends from the same social circle, kept small for secrecy since they heard Ji Jiayu was coming.

When Qiu Miaoran pushed the door and entered, the air seemed to fall silent.

The two of them were late.

The people seated around the table were already deep into their food, drinks, and unrestrained conversation…

Everyone was suddenly awkward seeing the actual person appear.

One of them, a short-haired woman wearing black-rimmed glasses—Cui Er—was the one who had just said, ‘Qiu Miaoran hasn’t gotten her back yet…’

Cui Er gave an awkward laugh:

“Qiu Zong, you’re here~”

The other woman, with long hair pulled back high, was Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi exclaimed, “Ah, Jiayu is here too~ I’ve watched your shows for a long time, and now… I finally get to meet the real person.”

“Jiayu? Is that what you call her?” Qiu Miaoran’s eyebrow lifted slightly, her gaze sweeping over them coldly. She paused, then her tone, carrying an inherent arrogance, spoke clearly, word by word:

“Call. Her. Sister-in-law.”

“Ah…” The person scratched their head awkwardly and quickly corrected themselves, “Sister-in-law, hello sister-in-law.”

“Tsk,” the short-haired woman pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, cleared her throat, and continued, “Sister-in-law, you don’t know,”

“In the two years Qiu Zong was chasing you, she barely even drank with us anymore…”

Qiu Miaoran lightly cleared her throat, cutting off the short-haired woman, “I wasn’t chasing. This time, she…”

“Chased me.”

The last two words were pronounced with unusual clarity.

“……”

Everyone fell silent.

Some bowed their heads, pretending to play with their phones;

Some played with their hair, pretending they hadn’t heard clearly;

These people, as Qiu Miaoran’s friends, had the words “we don’t believe you” practically written on their faces.

Ji Jiayu was led by the woman and sat down at the table.

Her eyes cast down, she pondered Qiu Miaoran’s words.

It was true that she was the one who first had a lingering feeling and a thought to reconcile. Calling it “chasing” Qiu Miaoran wasn’t exactly wrong.

Ji Jiayu reached for a set of chopsticks and a bowl, carefully sanitized them with hot water, and then pushed the cleaned utensils towards Qiu Miaoran.

“Here.”

Qiu Miaoran’s long eyelashes fluttered. She took the utensils, saying “thank you” casually, but her fingers gently stroked the edge of the porcelain bowl…

The white porcelain, having been scalded by hot water, was warm to the touch, much like the warmth of a girl’s body.

Ji Jiayu retracted her hand and continued to pour hot water to sanitize her own utensils.

She dumped the water from the bowl, her crimson-tipped fingers gently resting on the glass cup. She looked up at the person beside her, her voice light:

“It’s true that I chased her… I was the one who asked to reconcile first.”

She agreed with Qiu Miaoran, her tone carrying a slight hint of indulgence.

When out, one must always give their girlfriend face.

Qiu Miaoran’s dark eyes flickered, the corner of her lips curving slightly. Her back instantly straightened, and she raised an eyebrow, looking at the group of “clueless” friends at the table.

The slap in the face came too fast.

The Wolf of Wall Street · Beijing Branch Wolves: all were stunned…

“Sister-in-law, you’re late,” Zhang Yi blinked. Despite her shock, she didn’t forget to grab the wine bottle, making a show of pouring wine for Ji Jiayu, “By tradition, you have to drink a penalty.”

The wine was 52-proof Wuliangye, quite strong.

The liquor slowly filled the small porcelain cup.

“She doesn’t drink,” Qiu Miaoran looked over, reaching out to take the cup, “I’ll drink it for her.”

“You don’t need to drink it for me,” Ji Jiayu smiled, her lips pursed. When she pursed her lips, a small dimple appeared on the side of her cheek, making her smile look very pure. She took the cup, “I can drink a little…”

Qiu Miaoran’s hand, which was halfway in the air, stopped. Her fingers curled slightly, and she slowly drew her hand back, “You won’t be used to it.”

Ji Jiayu raised the cup, holding the white porcelain against her lips. She lifted her fair wrist and downed the liquor in one gulp.

The white wine was spicy as it went down her throat.

Her eyelashes drooped, the long, curling lashes fluttering. Her crimson lips parted, and she fanned her face with her crimson fingertips, sucking in air with a “hiss, hiss,” “So spicy.”

Qiu Miaoran chuckled, the corners of her eyes curving slightly, “See, I told you you wouldn’t be used to it…”

The people at the table were speechless. Did they see that correctly? Qiu Miaoran actually smiled??

“Something feels different,” Cui Er murmured.

Someone at the table asked casually, “What’s different?”

“The person is different…” Cui Er stopped herself, “Forget it, you wouldn’t understand. Everyone, let’s keep eating~”

“Hey? Qiu Zong hasn’t had her penalty drink yet!” Cui Er waved her hand, “Zhang, fill her up.”

“No, I drove here,” Qiu Miaoran shook her head, raising the teacup in her hand, “I can only substitute tea for wine.”

Everyone complained with a “tsk,” but they had to let it go.

It was a buzzkill, but no drinking and driving, and no driving and drinking…

Ji Jiayu wasn’t shy. She was also easygoing at the banquet and quickly started chatting with the strangers around her.

Zhang Yi: “This is bamboo fungus and fish maw soup.”

Ji Jiayu gently “mhm’ed,” “It tastes good…”

Zhang Yi: “Ginseng, monkey head mushroom, matsutake… stewed with old hen. This is very nourishing, sister-in-law, want to try?”

Ji Jiayu picked up a silver spoon from the clay pot, serving herself a piece of chicken and some mushrooms.

She ate the mushroom and bit into the chicken, “Ah… this is too tough. A bit hard to chew.”

Qiu Miaoran turned her face, moving her bowl next to hers, “Pass it to me.”

“Okay.” Ji Jiayu nodded, putting all the chicken from her bowl into Qiu Miaoran’s bowl, “Thanks~”

Zhang Yi silently put down her chopsticks: “……” What’s the point of eating?

T_T They were full from the dog food!

Just then, Qi Shan and his wife walked over arm-in-arm to toast.

Qi Shan: “Finally meeting sister-in-law in person. How come you look even more beautiful than on TV!”

Ji Jiayu tilted her head, her eyebrow raised: “Don’t I look beautiful on TV?”

“Hahaha,” Qi Shan laughed, “Look at me… I’m clumsy with words. Sister-in-law is beautiful everywhere, you’re a big star~”

“Come, sister-in-law, I’ll toast you.”

“Sure~” Ji Jiayu took the small cup that had been filled with wine.

She drank it, smiling with the corners of her eyes curved, “Congratulations on your wedding~”

Qi Shan: “Mhm, mhm, thank you, sister-in-law.”

“Come on, Qiu Zong, you have to drink a full glass for this!” The newlyweds turned their faces to Qiu Miaoran.

“Driving,” Qiu Miaoran stood up, holding up the white porcelain teacup, “Tea instead of wine.”

“Tsk,” Qi Shan smacked his lips, muttering quietly,

“How come you’re not as straightforward as sister-in-law?”

The toasting newlyweds left.

Ji Jiayu returned to her seat, sitting next to Qiu Miaoran.

She had drunk the penalty wine and also drank the celebratory toast with Qiu Miaoran.

Being with Qiu Miaoran felt like being a family… This feeling had a subtle, indescribable quality.

The more Ji Jiayu thought about it, the hotter her cheeks became.

She blinked slowly, feeling a little light-headed all over…

Qiu Miaoran leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “Why aren’t you eating anymore?”

“I’m full.” Ji Jiayu answered vaguely, her voice sounding soft and sticky, “It’s a little stuffy.”

She lowered her head and started playing on her phone.

“Then I’ll take you home.”

Qiu Miaoran greeted the others at the table, “Tell Qi San we’re leaving. She had some wine just now and isn’t feeling too well.”

Ji Jiayu was led out of the private room.

The two took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

In the underground parking lot, white lights shone in the distance. The space was large, making the lighting appear dim. A breeze blew, making it feel vaguely cold.

“Still stuffy?” Qiu Miaoran asked.

“A bit cold.” Ji Jiayu gently shook her head.

Qiu Miaoran tightened her grip on the girl’s hand. The hand was slender and small, pressed into her palm, the pads of the fingers soft.

Her voice was so obedient; she answered every question properly, similar to how she was when she was drunk before.

Ji Jiayu was definitely drunk.

Her tolerance for alcohol was very low to begin with, and she had just had two small cups of white wine.

“If you’re cold, walk faster,” Qiu Miaoran led her, “To the car.”

Their footsteps quickened in the parking lot.

Ji Jiayu was led away too fast. She finally bent over slightly near the car door, panting softly, “You…”

“Why are you walking so fast…”

Qiu Miaoran opened the car door, got her inside, and fastened her seatbelt, “Aren’t you cold?”

“I am cold… You should take off your jacket for me,” Ji Jiayu pouted, her voice sounding a little slurry,

“Instead of dragging me to run. I almost threw up from running…”

The young woman was drunk, and her words were more direct than usual, her voice thick and soft.

“……”

Qiu Miaoran silently walked around to the driver’s seat and sat down. She took off her jacket and handed it over, “Here.”

Ji Jiayu leaned against the leather seat, her head slightly tilted back, “Why give it to me?”

“Aren’t you cold… you wanted a jacket?” Qiu Miaoran held the steering wheel, glancing at her side, and reached out to turn on the car’s heat,

“Cover yourself on the way.”

She drove Ji Jiayu home.

The car was driven into the community parking lot, engine off, stopped.

Qiu Miaoran pulled out the car key and turned her head to look at the girl in the passenger seat.

Ji Jiayu was covered by her jacket, her head slightly bowed, soft strands of hair falling from her shoulder, revealing a small portion of her profile. Her jawline was sharp, her lips were pink, and her skin was fair and clean.

Clearly, the girl was asleep.

“Ji Jiayu…” Qiu Miaoran called out, “Are you awake?”

Ji Jiayu shook her small head, her long, curled eyelashes trembling. She slowly opened her eyes, looking like a porcelain doll waking from a dream, “Did we arrive?”

“We did.”

Ji Jiayu quietly “oh’ed,” her head against the back of the seat, and closed her eyes to sleep again.

“Go upstairs to sleep.”

“I’m so sleepy,” Ji Jiayu’s arm was gently nudged. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she wasn’t even willing to open her eyes, muttering vaguely, “No strength.”

“……”

Qiu Miaoran paused, opened the car door, and simply carried her on her back.

Ji Jiayu seemed to gain a little consciousness. She lay on Qiu Miaoran’s back, watching the lights turning on one by one in the corridor, “Qiu Sanshui…”

“Do you know when you’re most captivating?” She wrapped her arms around the woman’s long neck, laughing foolishly, “You’re most captivating when you carry me…”

Qiu Miaoran carried her, wrapping her arms around her small legs, lifting her a bit higher, “Do you know what you are?”

“A little drunken fish… If you have a low tolerance, you should drink less.”

Ji Jiayu’s voice was low and soft, “Don’t I have you? I only drank because I have you…”

She said, “Don’t I have you?”

The tone was natural, her voice soft, but it felt like every word was hitting the heart.

It was the feeling of being trusted.

Qiu Miaoran carried Ji Jiayu back to the apartment.

She had driven Ji Jiayu home many times, but this time, she didn’t need a key; Ji Jiayu’s lock had her fingerprint registered.

Ji Jiayu was carried to the bedside again, placed on the quilt, and her shoes, socks, and jacket were removed, all with gentle patience.

Qiu Miaoran walked to the small dressing table in the bedroom, found the makeup remover wipes by rote, and walked back to the bed to remove Ji Jiayu’s makeup.

The wipe swept across the girl’s cheek, rubbing her lips lightly a couple of times to remove the remaining lipstick.

The cool, damp touch on her face made her long eyelashes flutter.

Ji Jiayu slowly opened her eyes. The light brown of her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, her gaze a little hazy. Seeing the person by the bed about to turn and leave,

“Don’t go.”

Qiu Miaoran raised an eyebrow, “Going to wash up.”

“I haven’t taken a bath yet…” Ji Jiayu reached out and held the woman’s wrist. She lowered her head slightly and smelled her collar, “Smells like wine, so stinky…”

“Then you wash first.” Qiu Miaoran replied.

“You help me wash, then…” Ji Jiayu mumbled vaguely, “I’m so tired.”

“……”

Qiu Miaoran’s eyes trembled, and her crimson lips moved, “This drunk?”

Ji Jiayu pouted, “If I don’t bathe, what if I stink up the bed and you can’t sleep?”

“Then I’ll sleep on the sofa outside.”

“No way… then I’ll sleep on the sofa too. I want to stink you up.”

“……”

Qiu Miaoran gently pried open the girl’s fingers wrapped around her wrist.

Ji Jiayu gave a soft “humph,” muttering, “You won’t even help me take a bath.”

This was… simply maddening.

Qiu Miaoran lowered her eyes, her thick lashes obscuring her increasingly dark gaze. Her hand at her side was tightly clenched, the veins on the back of her hand clearly visible.

Qiu Miaoran sighed, her voice full of suppressed tension, “Do you know what you’re saying?”

Ji Jiayu whined teasingly, “So stingy.”

“I’ll run the water for you.” Qiu Miaoran turned towards the bathroom.

…

In the bathroom,

Ji Jiayu was covered with a towel, just enough to hide her key areas.

Qiu Miaoran stood behind her, the sleeves of her shirt neatly folded up to her elbows. Her arms were long, covered with tight muscle. The contours of the tendons inside her arm were clearly visible. They were now sprinkled with a few drops of water as she held a towel, wiping Ji Jiayu’s back.

Ji Jiayu leaned on the edge of the tub, her hands resting on the ceramic. Her back was very thin, the outline of her butterfly bones prominent, and her skin was fair and glossy. As the towel wiped it, her skin gradually turned pink.

Steam filled the small space, making the heart feel stuffy, and also tingly…

Ji Jiayu, as her back was being wiped, suddenly leaned forward, her body pressing against the porcelain wall of the bathtub. The force with which her back was being wiped was a little rough.

“Ouch…” Ji Jiayu looked back at her in dissatisfaction, lifting her arm and flicking some water towards Qiu Miaoran, giving a soft “humph.”

“Is this how you wash?”

Qiu Miaoran was caught off guard and got splashed. Warm water ran down from her shirt collar. The cotton material became a bit transparent, revealing the outline of a black strap underneath.

The woman clenched the towel, her fingers curling.

“What’s wrong now?”

Ji Jiayu: “Washing like that, can it get clean?”

“Why wouldn’t it be clean?” Qiu Miaoran silently swallowed. In her sight, the girl’s cheeks, touched by the steam, had turned pink on her fair skin, like an inviting peach that would burst with juice if bitten.

Ji Jiayu twisted her shoulder, looking back at Qiu Miaoran. Her light brown eyes reflected the light, bright like amber. She angrily pulled off the towel covering her front, leaving absolutely nothing concealed. Her skin, as white and moist as mutton-fat jade, was now pink from the hot water. As the white towel slipped, her graceful body was completely exposed to the air.

Her expression was innocent, pure, and utterly captivating. She whined sweetly, “You didn’t even help me wash my front…”

“Come here…” Qiu Miaoran’s nose was covered in fine drops of sweat.

The woman put down the towel, and her long fingers sank into the water.

The water was warm, wetting her knuckles.

Qiu Miaoran slightly raised her wrist. Her fingers were long and clean. She pressed down on Ji Jiayu’s shoulder and leaned over, breaking the last barrier between them. Her crimson lips parted, her teeth gently pressed against the girl’s beautiful lower lip, lightly sucking, tasting the sweetness in her mouth.

After a long while, Qiu Miaoran’s shirt was completely soaked. She stood up straight, unbuttoning her shirt one by one. Her voice was low and hoarse, “I’ll help you wash now.”

In the end, the two of them squeezed into one bathtub to bathe…

Qiu Miaoran carried her back to the bedside, putting the small woman, who was snuggling her shoulder and inhaling, into the bed, and gently tucked her in.

The woman walked around to the other side of the bed, her hand on the switch on the wall.

With a soft “click,” the bedroom light went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Qiu Miaoran lifted a corner of the quilt and slipped in.

She closed her eyes, feeling the bed move beneath her, and heard the sound of rolling around beside her. “Stop fooling around.”

Ji Jiayu’s voice was soft, sounding like a sweet complaint: “I just want to.”

“Buzz, buzz—” Something vibrated. Ji Jiayu’s voice was interrupted, “Didn’t you want to see… me use it? I have two…”

“That’s enough,” Qiu Miaoran suddenly felt her earlobe heat up again, “Sleep…”

No sooner had the woman spoken than the silk nightgown rustled, making a faint sound as the fabric brushed against itself. Ji Jiayu snuck into her arms, moving as quickly as a nimble fish. She leaned in close, whispering softly:

“Do you know when you’re most captivating?”

“When you’re a pure top, and you go bottom for me, you’re the most captivating.”

Qiu Miaoran frowned but didn’t push Ji Jiayu away. She could feel the warmth of the other person’s breath, softly scattering on her ear, making the side of her face flush.

Then came Ji Jiayu’s silly giggle in her ear,

“Qiu Miaoran, call me Wife…”

Qiu Miaoran lowered her eyes. She slightly parted her crimson lips, her breathing deepening. She could feel the other’s fingertips, warm and soft to the touch… She bit her lower lip, embraced Ji Jiayu, and asked in a hoarse voice: “Had enough fun?”

Ji Jiayu didn’t say anything. She curled up in Qiu Miaoran’s arms, her chin resting on the woman’s shoulder, her lips slightly parted, breathing lightly.

They curled up in each other’s arms, like two fish snuggling together.

“Thump, thump—”

Their hearts beat fast.

Night deepened, and the room was quiet, leaving only the sound of their deep breaths.

Ji Jiayu’s new drama, Escape from Summer, officially announced its release date.

It just so happened to be the same time slot as Ah Yang’s new drama.

Ah Yang was almost furious. He led his crazy fans to create numerous sock puppet accounts to start controversy and gain attention—

IheardtherearetwopurecampusdramascomingoutthisLunarNewYear?Mygoodness,I’mreallyafraidthey’llclash.ThatfemaleartistsurnamedJi′sfansaresogoodatslanderingothers.

ItrulyfeelbadforAhYanghavingtobeinthesametimeslotasthatfemaleartistsurnamedJi.Wecan′tcompetewithmarketingqueens.

Purepassersbyaretrulyspeechless.WhatkindofgarbageisJJY′snewdrama?Whydoestheposterlooksocreepy?IthinkevenActressWeiisgoingtoruinherreputationbytakingthisrole…

Hehe…∗EscapefromSummer∗.Ithinktheyshouldhurryupandescapethemovietheaters.

Floppredicted.

…

Attacked as a “flop” by a group of fake-fan-black-haters, the “Fish Food” (Ji Jiayu’s fans) fought back fiercely—

Hehe,isacertaingroupoffansstartingagain?DoyouthinkweFishFoodwillpayattentiontoyou?

Thedogfollowsitsmaster,onlyknowinghowtobepassive−aggressive.Ifyouhavetheguts,sayitwithyourmainaccount!

StupidAhYang,stupidYangfans.Youdon′tevenknowhowtopretendtobeapasserby.Yourtailsarestickingout.Didyouseethat?I’mnamingandshamingyourightnow.Getlost!