The Cold and Distant Actress is Too Obsessive - Chapter 33

The film was currently wrapping up its final scenes in Hengdian. Having finished her own parts, Bo Zhoucheng was removing her makeup. Once done, she decided not to reapply any, as it was already late in the evening.

After picking up Xu Youyan and returning to the hotel, her tasks for the day were considered complete.

Due to her foot injury, Xu Youyan had fallen behind in the shooting schedule and needed to make up for the missed scenes individually.

Bo Zhoucheng leaned against the railing, her ink-black hair cascading down. Without makeup, her overall demeanor appeared softer and more gentle, lacking the sharp intensity she carried when fully made up.

Xu Youyan glanced over at Bo Zhoucheng and noticed her slightly parting her red lips, mouthing a few words silently.

“Keep it up.”

Xu Youyan murmured softly.

Bo Zhoucheng was encouraging her. A knowing smile spread across Xu Youyan’s face as she nodded, thinking that once work wrapped up, she could curl up in this person’s arms and relax.

However, plans often don’t survive reality.

Bo Zhoucheng was deeply engrossed in watching Xu Youyan act when someone suddenly tapped her shoulder. Frowning in displeasure, she turned around and saw a familiar face.

Zhou Lianghui was still handsome, with meticulously groomed eyebrows and his hair slicked back, giving off the vibe of a sharp, capable business elite.

“What are you doing here?”

Ever since Zhou Lianghui had foolishly claimed that the two of them were engaged, Bo Zhoucheng had ignored him for days.

“Uncle Bo is sick. Your mother didn’t want me to tell you, afraid it would interfere with your filming. But I think you should know about something like this. Your father isn’t young anymore you should visit him more often.”

Bo Zhoucheng was taken aback.

She knew her father had stomach issues and occasionally needed hospitalization. She used to rush back to see him often, but in the past couple of years, his condition had stabilized. She hadn’t expected it to flare up again.

“Then I have to go back.”

“He’s always like this. I tell him to eat on time and take his medicine, but he never listens.”

Bo Zhoucheng sighed, but her gaze never strayed from Xu Youyan. She simply couldn’t bear to leave Yan Yan. If she were to leave abruptly, given Xu Youyan’s temperament, she would surely become anxious and insecure. After a moment’s hesitation, Bo Zhoucheng decided to stay and properly say goodbye.

About an hour or two later, Xu Youyan finished filming. After changing out of her costume, she bounded over to Bo Zhoucheng.

“Yan Yan, I need to tell you something.”

Bo Zhoucheng immediately pulled her away, not giving Zhou Lianghui a man full of ill intentions any chance to interrupt.

The door to the break room slammed shut with a “bang.” In the small, confined space, only Xu Youyan and Bo Zhoucheng remained. Bo Zhoucheng stared intently at the person before her.

“That was Zhou Lianghui just now.”

Xu Youyan’s heart began to stir with old jealousy once again. There was no helping it the sight of him always made her uncomfortable, knowing full well that they were rivals in love.

Seeing that the little kitten was about to bristle, Bo Zhoucheng quickly reached out to gently caress her cheeks, speaking in a soft, soothing tone.

“He came to inform me. My father is sick, and I need to go back to see him. So,”

Bo Zhoucheng lowered her head, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. Their relationship had only just begun to mend, and now she had to leave. It was a little hard for her to accept.

Yet, she was also worried about her father and couldn’t just ignore the situation.

“Your father is sick?”

Xu Youyan was easily placated, her attention quickly diverted.

“Yes.”

Bo Zhoucheng nodded. Zhou Lianghui wouldn’t dare lie about something like this—he didn’t have the guts.

“Then can I go.”

Xu Youyan stopped mid-sentence, feeling she was being unrealistic. She still had filming obligations with the crew, how could she possibly go with Bo Zhoucheng?

“You still have filming duties. Don’t worry, I’ll come back to you soon.”

Bo Zhoucheng reached out, gently pinching Xu Youyan’s cheek with her fingertips.

Once everything was out in the open, Yan Yan probably wouldn’t get jealous over nothing.

Just as the weight in her heart lifted, she couldn’t help but step closer, reluctant to part.

“But I’m worried.”

“Worried about what?”

Bo Zhoucheng pulled her into an embrace. The cool fragrance she carried seemed to soften, replaced by a warm, comforting feeling.

“Zhou Lianghui has his eyes on you.”

Xu Youyan’s voice was muffled, tinged with unhappiness. How could she possibly leave the person she loved near a wolf like him?

“You’re worried about that?”

Bo Zhoucheng chuckled softly, her chest vibrating with the sound.

“What else? Don’t laugh this is a serious matter!”

Xu Youyan’s tone grew more earnest, like a kitten about to throw a tantrum, fur bristling but claws too weak to do any harm adorably fierce.

“I know, it’s a serious matter.”

Bo Zhoucheng nodded in agreement, her fingers hooking the collar of her shirt to reveal her fair, slender neck. Her index finger then tapped the spot just below her collarbone.

“If you’re worried, leave a mark here.”

“And I don’t like Zhou Lianghui.”

These two statements undoubtedly boosted her girlfriend’s sense of security. Xu Youyan’s eyes lit up.

“Really?”

Bo Zhoucheng nodded, ruffling her hair.

“Really.”

Xu Youyan didn’t actually have the heart to leave a mark. Instead, she gently, ever so gently, brushed her lips over the spot, like a kitten grooming its fur.

A warm, moist sensation lingered on the collarbone.

Bo Zhoucheng’s hand rested on Xu Youyan’s waist, fingers slowly curling inward as she restrained the urge to tease her further.

“Yan Yan.”

Her eyes darkened, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as she called out in a low voice.

Outside the lounge, Zhou Lianghui paced restlessly. Why were the two of them taking so long inside?

He walked to the door, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, but had no mood to smoke. Instead, he clenched it tightly between his fingers.

“Why?”

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

Zhou Lianghui recalled his childhood, when his parents often visited the Bo family. He would run around on the grassy lawn in their yard.

Bo’s mother loved gardening, and the vibrant flowers in the flowerbeds tempted him to pick one.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A young voice came from behind. Zhou Lianghui turned to see a little girl in a white dress standing there, her expression cool and detached.

“Who are you? Why should I listen to you!”

The arrogant young master looked down his nose at her, though inwardly, his cheeks burned with embarrassment—he had never seen a girl his age so beautiful.

“Who I am doesn’t matter, but if you pick the flowers, you’re not a good child.”

With that, Bo Zhoucheng turned and walked away without a second glance.

Just like now. But Zhou Lianghui was already deeply entangled, unable to free himself.

His memories were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

Bo Zhoucheng stepped out, her white shirt slightly unbuttoned, two buttons left undone.

His gaze swept over her, catching a faint mark on her collarbone, even a smudged trace of lipstick.

Zhou Lianghui nearly crushed the cigarette into dust, almost burning himself in the process.

He raised his eyes to look at the woman standing behind Bo Zhoucheng, only to find her staring back at him with a provocative gaze, her red lips parting and closing.

Zhou Lianghui narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her carefully, and realized what Xu Youyan was saying:

“Bo Zhoucheng is mine.”