The Cold and Distant Actress is Too Obsessive - Chapter 57

The seductive purple lights in the bar’s private room cast a glow on people’s faces, inexplicably adding a touch of allure and desire.

Xu Youyan squinted, her dark eyes brimming with tears like deep autumn pools, rippling with the slightest stir of the wind.

It had to be said that Xu Youyan was truly beautiful, and when she cried, it was the most heart-wrenching sight.

“Could it be that Zhou guy?”

Zheng Ya recalled the entertainment tabloids she had read, which indeed mentioned that Bo Zhoucheng had a fiancé.

Although the public was now more curious about the relationship between Xu Youyan and Bo Zhoucheng, no one paid attention to the unverified engagement.

“Yes…”

Xu Youyan looked up at Zheng Ya.

Seeing the other’s tear-filled eyes, Zheng Ya couldn’t bear it and quickly pulled out a tissue, gently wiping away the tears bit by bit.

“I don’t want Bo Zhoucheng to marry him.”

This was what happened when alcohol took over the mind, emotions became uncontrollable, and the suppressed grievances erupted like a flood.

Tears slipped through her fingers as Xu Youyan sobbed aloud. But a wealthy family’s engagement wasn’t something that could be canceled so easily.

As long as it remained unresolved, this thorn remained lodged in Xu Youyan’s heart, impossible to pull out. Blood slowly seeped from the wound, never healing.

Zheng Ya didn’t know what to do either.

They had been out for drinks together many times, but this was the first time she had seen Xu Youyan cry so miserably. In the past, it was just a few teardrops, and she would quickly regain her composure.

“Bo Zhoucheng will probably find a way, right? After all, she likes you so much.”

Zheng Ya comforted her softly, but to her surprise, Xu Youyan cried even louder. It wasn’t until the bar was about to close that their assistants barged into the private room.

“What’s going on? Did you bully Xu Youyan?”

Zheng Ya’s assistant was thrown into a panic. After all, the last person who dared to bully Xu Youyan, Zhao Xunyan, still couldn’t land any acting roles.

“No, she just remembered something sad.”

People were most prone to losing emotional control after drinking, something women could understand. Cheng Zhun helped Xu Youyan out of the room.

“Sorry for the trouble.”

Zheng Ya shook her head, hesitating for a moment before finally offering her suggestion.

“You should call Bo Zhoucheng.”

Cheng Zhun nodded without saying much and took Xu Youyan down the elevator.

“What if the engagement can’t be called off?”

“Do I really have to be the other woman.”

Xu Youyan was still muttering to herself, and Cheng Zhun heard every word clearly. He sighed. Having worked with Xu Youyan for so long, he was well aware of her stubborn temper.

He knew persuasion was useless. As the saying goes, it takes the one who tied the knot to untie it. This matter could only be resolved by Bo Zhoucheng.

As soon as they got into the car, Cheng Zhun hurriedly opened his phone. He didn’t dare to contact Bo Zhoucheng directly, what if she was in the middle of filming? That would be awkward.

Instead, he called Su Cha.

“What’s the matter, my dear?”

As soon as Su Cha saw Cheng Zhun’s call, she had a bad feeling. It must be that little troublemaker Xu Youyan causing drama again. Every time Bo Zhoucheng found out it was about Xu Youyan, she would drop everything, even her filming, and fly to see her.

“Please, don’t call me that. I don’t deserve it.”

Cheng Zhun exchanged a few polite words first, then glanced at Xu Youyan, who was clinging tightly to him.

He sighed softly.

“Is Zhoucheng filming right now?”

Su Cha glanced at Bo Zhoucheng, who had just finished filming, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and told a lie.

“Yeah, she’s still filming.”

“The male actor doesn’t have experience with bodysuit filming, so it’s a bit troublesome.”

“I see.”

Cheng Zhun felt a bit disappointed. He had originally wanted to ask someone to make a call and chat, but now it seemed like it would just disturb Bo Zhoucheng.

“Then let’s not bother her.”

Xu Youyan was just drunk and crying she’d be fine after a good night’s sleep. But Bo Zhoucheng had important work to attend to. Cheng Zhun knew which was more pressing.

“What did you need her for?”

Even so, Su Cha deliberately asked the obvious.

“It’s nothing major. Youyan drank too much and is crying she misses her.”

Su Cha fell silent for a long while. Just as Cheng Zhun thought there was nothing more to say and was about to hang up, Su Cha spoke calmly.

“Being this clingy isn’t good. Even as a couple, they should have their own space. Zhoucheng has already wasted too much time on Xu Youyan.”

Cheng Zhun didn’t agree with Su Cha’s perspective.

But the two of them were still good friends in private, so he just frowned.

“That’s just your opinion, not Bo Yinghou’s.”

“But since she’s filming, we shouldn’t disturb her.”

With that, he hung up. The car drove smoothly back to the hotel.

Cheng Zhun helped her into bed. There wasn’t much else he could do, so he wiped Xu Youyan’s face and hands, tucked her in, and went to sleep in the adjacent room.

Xu Youyan woke up groggily, feeling a layer of sweat on her forehead. She had no idea who had tucked her in so tightly.

The air conditioning in the room was set way too high.

Her head was spinning, but then she remembered the engagement matter and felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her nose tingled, and she wanted to cry again.

Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, Xu Youyan, as if guided by some impulse, dialed a number. It was 3 a.m. even night owls should be asleep by then.

Drunk and muddled, Xu Youyan didn’t consider any of that. She just hoped the person would answer.

After several calls went unanswered, she grew upset.

Why wasn’t Bo Zhoucheng answering?

Was she busy preparing for her wedding with her fiancé?

But she forgot it was 3 a.m. Who would still be awake at this hour?

Bo Zhoucheng slept restlessly, a ringing sound persistently echoing in her dreams. Finally unable to bear it, she opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was the faint glow of her phone.

Bo Zhoucheng reached for the phone. The irritation she had built up vanished the moment she saw the caller’s name.

It turns out, some things…

You might dislike when others do them, but if it’s the person you love most, you won’t feel the slightest impatience.

“Yanyan, is something wrong?”

Bo Zhoucheng’s voice was gentle as she rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the fatigue.

She got up and walked out to the hotel balcony, feeling the night sea breeze brush against her cheeks. All drowsiness faded away in that moment.

“Bo Zhoucheng, I miss you.”

Xu Youyan’s voice was slurred, carrying a lazy tone from the alcohol.

“I miss you too.”

Bo Zhoucheng yawned, a few tears of fatigue welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Please don’t marry Zhou Lianghui, okay?”

Xu Youyan’s voice held a hint of pleading.

“How could I? I told you, I’ll do everything I can.”

Bo Zhoucheng could tell Xu Youyan was drunk, but she had always been skilled at coaxing others.

“If it really doesn’t work out, how about we elope?”

“Hehe,”

Xu Youyan indeed smiled contentedly.

“You said it yourself.”

After that, the call fell into a long silence. Just as Bo Zhoucheng thought the other person had fallen asleep and was about to say goodnight,

Xu Youyan spoke again.

“Bo Zhoucheng, I miss your fingers”.

That was really,

Bo Zhoucheng’s face flushed bright red instantly.