The Movie Queen's Virtual Little Girlfriend - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Birthday

Sister Feng, please help me check if Jiang Wanyou has any tour plans this year.

Five minutes.

Feng Man sat on the sofa in her studio, staring at this message from Jiang Yitong for at least five full minutes.

She felt the world was beginning to turn mad, but everything was also becoming interesting. However, it was too early to draw a conclusion, she needed to verify first what unknown reason had led Jiang Yitong to suddenly ask her this.

Feng Man: Yitong, do you know what I’m thinking right now?

Feng Man waited a moment, but having received no reply, she couldn’t help but continue.

Feng Man: I’m thinking, either you’ve gone crazy, or I’m dreaming.

Feng Man: Do you know what kind of message you sent me five minutes ago?

She checked the time, debating whether to call Jiang Yitong directly. She had a meeting in five minutes and couldn’t wait that long. However, before calling, she checked the tour information for Jiang Wanyou anyway.

If she weren’t certain that Jiang Yitong had no siblings, she would have thought the sudden mention of Jiang Wanyou was so that Jiang Yitong could secretly support her sister by grabbing tickets. But that didn’t fit Jiang Yitong’s personality at all, Feng Man knew this better than anyone.

In the music industry, Jiang Wanyou was known as the “Queen of Love Songs,” excelling in both sweet, sugary melodies and sorrowful ballads. Her vocal technique was superb, and her emotions were always abundant, allowing her to move anyone with her singing.

Feng Man had heard several of her songs, the sweetness would spread and allow her to experience the taste of love, while the bitterness would make her feel as if she had fallen into the deep sea, unable to stop the acidity from bringing her to tears.

With Jiang Yitong’s reminder, Feng Man suddenly wanted to attend a Jiang Wanyou concert herself. She wasn’t sure if Jiang Yitong was actually planning to go. If it were true, setting aside the difficulty of grabbing tickets, who would she be going with? Alone, or did she already have someone in mind?

Feng Man still found it hard to believe that Jiang Yitong would be the type to actively want to attend a concert. That setting didn’t match her at all; it was hard to imagine her state under the dazzling, dreamy stage lights. Would her cold face change? Therefore, Feng Man assumed she must have been invited by someone else.

Feng Man: She has a tour planned this year. Yuecheng, Yecheng, Xingcheng…ten cities in total. I’ll send you the image to look at yourself. The dates aren’t set yet, but I’d guess the second quarter at the latest, otherwise there won’t be enough time.

Feng Man: [Image]

After sending the image, Feng Man wanted to press the voice call button immediately. Time was tight; she needed to reach her. Otherwise, the meeting, which could last two or three hours, would leave a thorn in her side.

However, before her finger could touch the screen, a message from Jiang Yitong popped up. She glanced at it sideways, her brows rising.

Jiang Yitong: I see, thank you.

Just that one sentence, and then…nothing more.

Feng Man didn’t hesitate to type.

Feng Man: That’s it? Are you really not considering telling me why you asked?

Feng Man: Are you going to her concert?

Jiang Yitong: Just asking randomly.

Just asking randomly…How could Feng Man believe Jiang Yitong’s nonsense? This person never did anything “randomly,” nor did she speak that way. Who could this convince?

Feng Man typed a question mark, wanting to push her further to force out the motive, but time waited for no one. A voice called her for the meeting, and she had to abandon the inquiry for now.

The other actors finished work at exactly 8:00 PM, but Jiang Yitong still had one scene left, requiring at least another half-hour. She told Xia Yang and Fang Qing to go to the private room first, send her the address, and she would join them after filming.

Xia Yang and the others agreed quickly, but Fang Qing didn’t leave. She looked back at Jiang Yitong, who had gone off to film, and suddenly grabbed Xia Yang’s arm. “Xia Yang, I’ll wait for Teacher Jiang. You send me the address on WeChat, and I’ll bring her over.”

Xia Yang nodded. “Sure! You guys have to come, we’ll be waiting.”

After they left, Fang Qing sat on a resting chair, her gaze fixed on the figure not far away. Under the dappled light, the slender, tall figure brandished a long sword. Her movements were crisp and powerful, her heroic high ponytail flying with every stroke.

Fang Qing couldn’t look away, mesmerized. Even as the cold wind blew, she felt no chill; she only felt that the person dancing with the sword was like an elusive, fleeting dream that would vanish upon waking.

The Qin Aoxue in the play was fascinating, but still inferior to the real-life Jiang Yitong. Though Jiang Yitong was cold and aloof toward others, the more time Fang Qing spent with her, the more she wanted to get closer, to possess her.

Jiang Yitong’s aura was unique in the industry. To obtain such a person, to conquer her, to dominate…under the frost, Fang Qing’s blood boiled again, her desire burning brighter and brighter, enough to set the plains on fire.

The time she could spend with Jiang Yitong was constantly decreasing; Fang Qing didn’t want to let this opportunity go.

She sat in that chair for as long as Jiang Yitong filmed. Even when Jiang Yitong finally finished, greeted with cheers from the crew, Fang Qing remained undisturbed.

Bowing to thank everyone and saying, “Everyone worked hard,” Jiang Yitong took the black down jacket handed to her by Shen Si, put it on, and walked toward the indoors. She happened to pass by Fang Qing, and only when she turned her head did she realize Fang Qing was still on set.

“Teacher Jiang,” Fang Qing stood up to greet her.

Jiang Yitong responded faintly, “I’ll be ready soon.”

She didn’t pay any more attention to Fang Qing, quickening her pace toward the dressing room. It took time to remove the costume wig and change clothes. Fang Qing opened her mouth, clearly having more to say, but those words were “hit” back by Jiang Yitong. Before her lips closed, she shouted in the direction Jiang Yitong had disappeared: “It’s okay, Teacher Jiang! I’ll wait for you; I’ll drive you there later!”

Jiang Yitong didn’t pay attention to what Fang Qing said, nor did she even hear her. She was in a hurry, not wanting to keep Xia Yang waiting.

There were only a few hours left until the little girl’s eighteenth birthday ended; she needed to get there as soon as possible.

Some things, even after more than a decade, were still impossible for her to forget. She wasn’t sure if she could be called an “open-minded” person as others said—perhaps not. Although she was indeed detached about many things, that wasn’t the case for everything.

There was an unbreakable knot in her heart that had accompanied her for so many years. Whenever she saw others celebrating their eighteenth birthday, that memory uncontrollably surged toward her like a tide.

Her own eighteenth birthday had been unpleasant, so terrible that she couldn’t describe it. Therefore, if she were to participate in someone else’s eighteenth birthday, she hoped to witness the other person spending the day happily and perfectly.

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