The Film Queen’s Little Bunny Wife - Chapter 6

Back at home, Xuanxuan was so sleepy her eyelids wouldn’t stay open.

But even so, she insisted on taking the plush whale stuffed toy, which Ling Hanyan had given away at an event, to bed with her.

Tu Jiaojiao also wanted this cute little whale; she had seen it earlier, and there was even a Q-version pendant of Ling Hanyan’s head on its tail fin.

She negotiated with Tu Mixuan for a long time, reluctantly thinking of trading three of her photos for the stuffed toy.

However, the latter’s will was very firm she held onto the whale for dear life and refused to let go.

“No way, Auntie. Our Mima gets jealous easily sometimes she’s even jealous of Mommy. If she knew Xuanxuan now likes Yanyan and treasures her photos, she would surely be sad.”

Tu Mixuan blinked, her tone cute: “But the whale is different. Is it wrong for a child to like a doll?”

Her niece’s reasoning was so sound, Tu Jiaojiao was left speechless.

In the end, she had to retreat to her bedroom to comfort herself, resolving to ask Ling Hanyan later if she had any other dolls, and let the child have this one for now!

It was all her own fault for trying to increase Ling Hanyan’s fanbase when she had nothing better to do; now she had a new romantic rival! She should have foreseen this!

The friend request had been sent for a while, but Ling Hanyan still hadn’t accepted, probably still busy.

Tu Jiaojiao lay in bed, unable to give up, and re-entered the string of numbers, clicking search.

Because it was a private account, Ling Hanyan’s profile picture was much more casual, using a whale swimming freely in the sea to replace the professionally edited photos on her other accounts.

The ID was simply the character “Ling,” and the signature was: “Deep Sea Dome.”

The content on her Moments feed was only visible to friends, so Tu Jiaojiao couldn’t see it yet.

But just this information was enough to make her heart race.

She vaguely glimpsed a part of Ling Hanyan’s personality off-screen, slowly unfolding like a scroll just for her!

Unsure where to put the dozen or so precious photos, Tu Jiaojiao decisively ordered a photo wall online, planning to clear out a room specifically to store Ling Hanyan related items.

After the initial rush of excitement subsided and she lay in bed ready to sleep, she finally had the presence of mind to check on herself.

Since returning from Yun Shang Ju today, her body had felt vaguely unwell.

Her heart felt inexplicably restless, and her dantian was hot, resembling the signs of blocked and stubborn meridians she experienced during cultivation in her previous life.

With a mind full of doubt, Tu Jiaojiao pulled open the curtains, letting the moonlight stream into the bedroom.

Then, she jumped back onto the bed, sat up straight, and assumed the cross legged meditation posture.

She tried to sense the circulation within her body and was surprised to find that the meridians, which had been stagnant since she transmigrated, now showed signs of loosening.

A huge wave immediately surged in her heart.

The memories of “Tu Jiaojiao” in her mind clearly told her that she had been human from birth.

Although this body looked exactly like her, it was truly no longer the little rabbit demon that could transform into a white, long haired Angora rabbit.

She didn’t know if cultivating in human form was a blessing or a curse.

However, Tu Jiaojiao understood clearly that she had no other choice at this moment the painful feeling was growing heavier and more intense, and her dantian was so hot it was almost on fire. If she didn’t do something, she might not survive the night.

The most urgent task was to quickly circulate the spiritual energy in her body to stabilize her meridians.

The body cultivating for the first time made the difficulty considerable.

Many closed and blocked meridians needed to be forcibly broken through.

Sweat began to slip down from her head, wetting the sheets beneath her. Tu Jiaojiao glanced at the Ling Hanyan photo on the bedside table and gritted her teeth, persisting.

She had finally managed to live in the same time and space as Ling Hanyan, and she was unwilling to simply die in pain!

So what if it was cultivation?

Familiarity breeds ease! She used to be the most talented little rabbit demon on Mount Mingling!

One full circulation cycle ended, and a gentle coolness spread into her dantian, completely calming her meridians. The clock hands now pointed to two o’clock.

“I didn’t expect this world allowed for cultivation.”

She murmured to herself, unsure what this implied, then got up to change her sheets, duvet cover, and pajamas.

Because she had just finished cultivating, her mind wasn’t sleepy at all, so she just lay lazily in bed.

Suddenly, her phone chimed once, followed immediately by the sound of an incoming video call request.

In the quiet night, this sound seemed exceptionally loud.

Tu Jiaojiao looked closely [Ling, invites you to a video call.]

The ringing didn’t stop even after half a minute.

“Ahhhhh!! Ling Hanyan, what are you doing!! Why are you making a video call in the middle of the night, ahhh!!”

As if doused with a bucket of hot water, not just her cheeks, but Tu Jiaojiao’s entire body began to feel hot.

But even if the sky fell, she would never hang up on Ling Hanyan’s video call!

Tu Jiaojiao raised a hand to tidy the bangs on her forehead, scrunched her pajamas, rolled around on the bed, and accepted the invitation with trembling hands.

Snap, and Ling Hanyan appeared!

Under the harsh scrutiny of the front-facing camera, she was still breathtakingly beautiful. The bright lights of her dressing area shone down on her like a statue of a goddess.

Just looking at this scene, Tu Jiaojiao felt as if she could smell the intoxicating rose wine scent on her that made her heart race.

Ling Hanyan’s attention wasn’t on the phone; her hair was damp and draped over her shoulders, and she was loosely wrapped in a white bathrobe, likely having just showered.

She was meticulously applying skincare products while looking in the mirror. Without makeup, she had lost a bit of her cool aloofness and gained a touch of gentle beauty.

The phone seemed to be placed on a stand nearby. Ling Hanyan’s expression was natural, completely unaware that she had initiated a late-night video chat with a little fan.

Looking at this suggestive scene, Tu Jiaojiao’s heart pounded wildly. Calming her breathing was even harder than when she was cultivating just moments ago.

She dared not speak, lying stiffly on the bed, only exposing a small part of her face to the camera.

Her expression was solemn and nervous, as if she were afraid to approach the water’s edge, worried about startling the dragonflies dancing gracefully.

Ling Hanyan proceeded with applying her skincare and doing her intensive overnight repair routine. Even though the film crew wouldn’t rest until 1 AM, these steps were non-negotiable for the female star.

Hearing a click near her ear, she turned her head to look at the phone, her face showing surprise.

“Huh? The video suddenly turned on.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze seeming to pierce through the camera lens to land on Tu Jiaojiao, “Little Rabbit, are you taking a screenshot?”