The Person I Love Who Has Been Missing For Three Years - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: I Miss You So Much I Could Die, Wanwan…

After the script reading finished, Song Xiangwan left and brought Zhou Xintong with her: “Come with me. It’ll take forever to get a cab at this hour.”

“Oh, great, great!” Zhou Xintong happily followed.

Although she had seen Song Xiangwan’s Rolls-Royce many times, she still felt envious every time: “When will I be able to have a dedicated car like this?”

She was outspoken, and after spending this time with Song Xiangwan, she knew Song Xiangwan had a good nature and didn’t mind these things.

“When this movie is over?” Song Xiangwan smiled and urged her to get in the car quickly. “Come on, come on. You’ll have one eventually.”

“Even if this movie is a huge hit, I doubt my company will give me this kind of treatment. I’ve never seen a company like Rongxing that’s so generous…”

Rongxing was generous because Ming Jin had always been extremely generous to Song Xiangwan, maximizing her material comfort.

Zhou Xintong’s management company was notoriously exploitative in the industry. The commission split was 90/10; the artist only received 10%. Fancy cars were out of the question.

“Are you thinking of joining Rongxing?” Song Xiangwan asked.

“No, no, no, no, I didn’t mean that. Have mercy on me, Sister Wan, I still want to live,” Zhou Xintong quickly pleaded.

She knew this was a lovers’ affair; if she got involved, she’d be a complete third wheel.

“It’s not impossible though…” Song Xiangwan was actually considering it seriously. “How much longer do you have on your contract with your company?”

“One year… a little over a year, maybe fifteen months…” Zhou Xintong calculated.

“That works out perfectly, doesn’t it?” Song Xiangwan calculated the dates, noting it was around the time the movie would be released. “I’ll talk to Ah Jin in a few days.”

Song Xiangwan didn’t think much of it. Zhou Xintong was one of her better friends in the industry now, and she was happy to help a friend out.

However, she needed to tell Zhou Xintong something in advance: “You have to be mentally prepared. Your contract will definitely be different from mine…”

“Waaah, Sister Wan, you’re too good to me!” Zhou Xintong was on the verge of tears of joy. “How dare I expect the same treatment as the boss’s wife?”

Song Xiangwan: “…” Where did the title “boss’s wife” come from? It was so strange.

Zhou Xintong stated her position: “I will be diligent and dedicated from now on, serving as your love bodyguard and your bag-carrying assistant…”

“Alright, alright, I don’t need your loyalty,” Song Xiangwan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Oh, right, do you have an RV?” Song Xiangwan suddenly remembered. “The filming location is quite tough. An RV would make things more comfortable.”

“No,” Zhou Xintong sighed. “The company only assigned me two assistants. Nothing else.”

“The company doesn’t think highly of this movie. They said there’s too much controversy now, and it’s uncertain if it will even be released in the end…”

Zhou Xintong thought they were completely shortsighted. Couldn’t be released? How is that possible? A movie with Song Xiangwan in it?

“Then I’ll talk to the company and arrange an extra one for you to use,” Song Xiangwan didn’t take it seriously, thinking it was just a matter of mentioning it to Cao Xin.

“No way, I can’t take advantage. I’ll pay you the market price for the rental,” Zhou Xintong quickly said.

Director Cheng Yu: Everyone, based on the budget, the crew has prepared five RVs for you.

Director Cheng Yu: Please see the table below for the specific users.

A table clearly indicated that Zhou Xintong would have a single RV, while others would share one among a few actors.

Zhou Xintong couldn’t help but exclaim: “Wow, is the crew that rich? They even provide RVs for the actors?”

“Isn’t that perfect? It saves you some money,” Song Xiangwan didn’t intend to take money from Zhou Xintong, but she knew that with this girl’s character, she would definitely pay if she insisted.

“No way…” Zhou Xintong had a guess and looked at Song Xiangwan. “Sister Wan, did you sponsor the crew?”

“No,” Song Xiangwan blinked, looking innocent.

No, truly not.

She had no intention of saving everyone; she was only thinking of getting one more RV for Zhou Xintong. She hadn’t even had time to tell Cao Xin yet.

“Sister Wan, are you Guanyin Bodhisattva?” Zhou Xintong looked at Song Xiangwan longingly. “How are my wishes coming true so fast when I ask you?”

“Why don’t you say I’m a turtle in a wishing well?” Song Xiangwan chuckled.

“I was going to think that…” Zhou Xintong said, whispering softly, “But I don’t think the turtle in the wishing well is this beautiful…”

“You really think so?” Song Xiangwan lowered her voice, with a hint of menace. “I’m a turtle?”

Before Zhou Xintong could apologize, Song Xiangwan’s face broke into a knowing smile: “Hahaha, just teasing. Do you have any other wishes? Tell me. Maybe the turtle can help you make them come true.”

“I hope the crew’s boxed lunches are better, and preferably that I get special meals.”

“I hope we don’t have too many late-night shoots, and we stick to an eight-hour workday.”

“Oh, and I hope I can successfully terminate my contract with the company and successfully switch jobs…”

She opened her eyes and looked at Song Xiangwan, her face full of piety: “Bodhisattva, did you receive my wishes?”

“I… think I received them…” Song Xiangwan rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

When they arrived at Zhou Xintong’s building, Zhou Xintong went upstairs. Alone in the car, Song Xiangwan adjusted her seat back and lay down.

She recalled that time during the Haicheng Summit…

Sure enough, she saw the flashing red indicator light—a black electronic device.

She didn’t reach out to grab it, but zoomed in, took a photo, and searched for it online.

Of course…

No wonder Ming Jin knew about the attitude of Song Xiuyun and the others.

No wonder Ming Jin was always spot-on when catching her before.

And Lin Shan’s strange words… and the RVs just now… it all seemed to make sense suddenly.

Song Xiangwan’s lips curved slightly.

How exciting!

Song Xiangwan felt a thrill of anticipation, her heart rate slightly quickening. She vaguely felt like a pervert.

Bad woman, she is so contradictory. She refuses to say it, yet every action of hers shows that she loves her to death.

Song Xiangwan: Ah Jin~ What are you doing?

Bad Woman Ah Jin: In a meeting.

Song Xiangwan: Really?

Bad Woman Ah Jin: …

Song Xiangwan: Tsk tsk, bad woman, don’t let me catch you lying.

Song Xiangwan: I have a hundred tricks.

Bad Woman Ah Jin: A hundred tricks to seduce me?

Song Xiangwan: Do I need a hundred tricks to seduce you?

Bad Woman Ah Jin: …

Song Xiangwan couldn’t help but lower her head and laugh. A meeting? I don’t believe you. Do you have time to listen in during a meeting?

Her laughter was quite obvious, transmitted through the airwaves and projected in the earpiece. The soft laugh made Ming Jin feel… a bit seductive.

Her separation anxiety seemed worse than the cat’s.

She naturally wouldn’t whine and act spoiled on the phone like the cat, saying so many explicit words of longing. That wasn’t her style.

But she couldn’t help but repeatedly open the monitoring backend. Hearing Song Xiangwan’s voice offered her a little comfort.

The rain in Longcheng was still falling. The rain outside the window pattered softly. Her heart felt empty. She missed… she missed that cat so much…

She even felt a surge of impulse, wanting to abandon the projects and rush back regardless of the consequences.

A thick pile of documents was placed in front of Ming Jin.

As Ming Jin’s gaze moved down the page, the heart of the person in front of her beat faster and faster. Their hands, hanging by their sides, couldn’t help but clench slightly.

Although the trip was only scheduled for two days, they were forced to stay in Longcheng for a few extra days due to issues with some document approval processes.

The budget document was the most problematic. After several revisions, they still presented Ming Jin with several different figures, which infuriated Ming Jin multiple times.

Consequently, all the staff had been extremely cautious these past few days, afraid that a single slip of the tongue would cause them trouble.

Ming Jin looked through the items one by one, already quickly calculating the approximate results of the figures in her mind.

When she reached the end, her fingertip paused on the final number: “Is this the final result you are giving me?”

“Yes…” The voice was cautious. “We have audited this multiple times. This number should be correct.”

“We will go with this,” Ming Jin closed the document and looked up at him. “Whether you couldn’t do it or didn’t want to do it, I think you know the answer.”

“It is due to our lack of professional ability.”

“You may leave,” Ming Jin’s tone was flat.

She watched the door close, then picked up her phone and made a call.

“The entire team that came with me to Longcheng for the budget proposal this time is to be dismissed. Every single one.”

“Yes, the first thing when I return to Haicheng, dismiss them all.”

Ming Jin hung up the phone and gently rubbed her temples. She wasn’t sure who was trying to sabotage her, but she was certain that none of these people would stay.

Ming Jin felt a surge of anger just thinking about the delay in Longcheng.

Based on the dates, the day Ming Jin returned was exactly the day Song Xiangwan left.

Wild Rose was starting production. She was heading to Jincheng.

At most, one taking the earliest flight and the other taking the latest flight, there were only three hours of time they could spend together.

All because of this bunch of fools…

Ming Jin lowered her eyes, turning over the thin blanket resting on her lap, revealing a creamy white silk pajamas pressed beneath it.

Her fingertip picked up the collar of the pajamas, gently tracing over it, as if stroking smooth skin, skin that carried a faint scent.

Ming Jin felt like she was going crazy. It felt like a very, very long time since she had been separated from Song Xiangwan for this long.

Except for those three years… She still couldn’t figure out how she managed to endure those three years.

The day Ming Jin returned from Longcheng, the continuous rain in Longcheng also stopped. Haicheng was having beautiful sunny weather, and the flight was not delayed.

At eleven o’clock, Ming Jin’s plane landed at the airport. Coming out of the exit, she immediately saw the person waiting eagerly for her.

Song Xiangwan almost stuck herself to Ming Jin, rubbing against her, her tone a little aggrieved: “You said two days…”

“I’m sorry,” Ming Jin raised her hand, gently pressing the top of her head. Only after smelling her scent did her wandering heart finally settle down.

“It’s good you’re back,” Song Xiangwan clearly had some complaints, but she suppressed them because of the short time they had together.

They quickly ate lunch at the airport and booked a room at a nearby hotel. There was no time to go home.

Song Xiangwan wrapped her arms around Ming Jin’s waist, rubbing her chin against her shoulder, taking a deep breath a few times, and then lightly kissing her.

Ming Jin was prepared for the cat to cling to her and do something, but she didn’t. She only kissed her lightly, stopping after a brief taste.

“Are you going to let me off?” Ming Jin kissed her forehead, reaching out to cup Song Xiangwan’s knuckles, protecting them in her palm.

“I’ll save it for later…” Song Xiangwan hummed, raising her hand to cover Ming Jin’s eyes, blocking the light. “Sleep for a bit. You must be exhausted.”

In fact, the work in Longcheng hadn’t been fully wrapped up. Last night, Ming Jin had worked overtime with her subordinates to finalize the documents.

The subsequent procedures still needed to be carried out by the staff there.

She worked overtime last night and took the earliest flight this morning, without any time to rest. There were faint shadows under her eyes.

Song Xiangwan’s heart ached for her. She had no intention of pulling Ming Jin into any mischief.

Ming Jin’s slightly cool fingers enclosed Song Xiangwan’s wrist. She pulled her hand down and gently kissed it on her lips: “I’m not sleepy. I can’t sleep. Let’s talk for a while.”

“What should we talk about?” Song Xiangwan snuggled close to Ming Jin, gently closing her eyes.

“Talk about…” Ming Jin hesitated for a moment, then turned her head, her lips brushing against Song Xiangwan’s ear, moving slightly.

A very light and faint voice fell into Song Xiangwan’s ear.

“I miss you so much I could die, Wanwan…”

Her voice was very soft, yet it carried a slight tremor, which caused Song Xiangwan’s heart to tremble slightly, as if it had rushed deep into her lungs.

Her phoenix eyes opened, full of smiles. She leaned in until her nose touched Ming Jin’s: “Not that sentence. That’s not the original version.”

“Which one?” Ming Jin smiled, looking at her, and slightly raised her chin, wanting to kiss those lips.

But Song Xiangwan ducked back, avoiding the kiss, and looked at her with a sweet smile: “I love you to death, that sentence.”

“Mhm, I heard you,” Ming Jin raised her hand, resting her fingertips on Song Xiangwan’s chin, pulling her face closer, and resumed the kiss that had just been avoided.

“You did that on purpose,” the kitten glared, the little mole at the corner of her eye looking vividly angry.

“Every time, I have to say it several times first…” Song Xiangwan leaned in and bit Ming Jin’s nose. “You haven’t even said it yourself, but you coaxed me into saying it several times.”

Ming Jin chuckled, gazing at Song Xiangwan’s features: “Are you unwilling?”

“I am willing…” Song Xiangwan leaned in, embracing Ming Jin’s shoulder, giving her small, pecking kisses on the lips, like a chick pecking rice.

“I love you to death.”

“I love you to death.”

“I truly love you so much.”

“Ah Jin~” She gently rubbed against her, whining sweetly. Every word landed right on Ming Jin’s heart.

Her bright phoenix eyes were as sweet as if filled with honey, and her spoiled tone made one want to drown in it.

Ming Jin raised her hand and pressed the back of Song Xiangwan’s head. Song Xiangwan fell entirely into Ming Jin’s embrace, and the kiss sealed with intensity.

“Bad woman…” Song Xiangwan muttered, smiling softly, opening her lips, and letting her tongue curl out to deepen the lingering kiss.

Both of them were focused with unprecedented intensity on this soft, lingering kiss. The surroundings seemed to fall into silence, leaving only the sound of their heated breathing, the gentle lick of the lips, the sucking and intertwining touch, as if colliding with a soft cloud, a tender feeling soaring into the sky.

Ming Jin’s hand slid down, along the fabric of the clothing, to Song Xiangwan’s waist, gently stroking it. The soft waist was captivating.

Song Xiangwan lifted her own shirt, grabbing Ming Jin’s hand and placing it directly on her skin. The kiss, which hadn’t stopped, suddenly became even more intense.

In the nearly autumn weather, the athletic hoodie Song Xiangwan was wearing was a bit loose. Pulling it up and letting it fall kept disrupting their movements.

She put her hand against Ming Jin’s lips, sat up straight, grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, and pulled it up. The pullover hoodie was stripped off.

Her long hair was messy, passing through her fingers, and was casually swept back behind her head. Strands fell into the hollow of her neck, highlighting her delicate, jade-like collarbone.

She leaned down. Her long hair draped over her shoulders. The scant remaining fabric was precarious, offering a clear view of the soft, tempting sight.

Her own fingertips traced down her neck, lingering in the hollow, and then resting in that soft cleavage. Her voice was soft: “Ah Jin, do you want to kiss me?”

Ming Jin kissed a soft cloud, instantly enveloped by the faint scent of Song Xiangwan. The waist she held was very slender, and it actively rubbed against her.

Song Xiangwan rested her head in the hollow of Ming Jin’s neck, her fingertips hooking the ends of her hair, gently twisting it. Her breath fell onto Ming Jin’s neck: “Ah Jin, I don’t want to leave.”

“You’re not going?” Ming Jin’s heart also fluttered slightly. She naturally had a momentary impulse to say, Don’t go. Don’t film any movie.

She was utterly captivated, her mind filled with the recent kiss and the softness. She only wanted to gather the person close, and then lock her up tightly.

“I want to be with you,” Song Xiangwan hugged Ming Jin’s arm. The soft sensation immediately enveloped Ming Jin’s arm.

There was a moment of silence. Ming Jin took a deep breath, and said slowly: “Be a good girl…”

“Okay,” Song Xiangwan was a little disappointed but still nodded, obediently. “I’ll listen to you.”

“But you have to remember to come and see me.”

“When you’re not working on the weekend, ask Director Cheng to film me less, so you can come to Jincheng to see me, and we can be together.”

Song Xiangwan’s words were filled with reluctance, leaning against Ming Jin, full of attachment.

“Okay,” Ming Jin also suppressed the impulse in her heart.

She did have a possessiveness that bordered on perversion, but she always maintained her rationality.

Song Xiangwan wasn’t her pet. She had her own life and career. She couldn’t lock her up…

She wanted Song Xiangwan to be happy, beautiful, and a shining superstar who attracted attention wherever she went.

Their breathing gradually became steady. Song Xiangwan hugged Ming Jin’s arm like that, and they slowly fell asleep together.

The sleep didn’t last long before the alarm sounded.

Before Ming Jin could open her eyes, Song Xiangwan pressed the snooze button, then reached out and covered her eyes: “You keep sleeping. It’s still early.”

“I’m leaving,” Song Xiangwan leaned down, kissed Ming Jin’s lips lightly, and whispered, “Rest well. Don’t see me off.”

After speaking, she felt a little reluctant and leaned down to kiss Ming Jin’s lips again.

Only then did she get up, pull her clothes on, put on the pullover hoodie, and check her hair in the mirror.

She looked up and saw the person on the bed watching her. Song Xiangwan didn’t speak, gently bit her lower lip, put on her hat, and turned to leave.

As she turned away, she realized her eyes were slightly moist.

She didn’t dare to stay any longer, afraid that she really wouldn’t be able to leave later.

The room became empty. The scent Song Xiangwan left behind grew fainter and fainter. Aside from the messy sheets beside her, nothing seemed to prove she had been there.

Ming Jin closed her eyes, sensing the fading scent around her. Her brow furrowed slowly.

She never fell back asleep.

Wanwan: I’ve boarded the plane.

Ming Jin: Understood. Message me when you land. Be safe.

Ming Jin: Film well. I’ll visit the set on the weekend.

Wanwan: Remember to visit the set on the weekend.

Wanwan: We’re so in sync!

Ming Jin’s lips curled up. She could almost picture the beaming expression of the cat as she said that.

After lying there for another ten minutes, Ming Jin made a phone call. Five minutes later, the assistant used the key card to open the room door from outside and hurried in.

The assistant pushed the wheelchair to the bedside and reached out to help Ming Jin get up.

Ming Jin’s movement to get out of bed was slightly difficult. Her brow was lightly furrowed as she felt the sluggish soreness in her body.

She had initially thought it was due to the dampness in Longcheng, but how come the clear weather in Haicheng hadn’t improved it? On the contrary, it seemed to have worsened?

Given Ming Jin’s character, she wouldn’t have called the assistant unless she truly couldn’t get up herself.

Nor would she have… allowed Song Xiangwan to leave alone just now…

“CEO Ming, I have already booked an appointment with the specialist at Haicheng Hospital for tomorrow,” the assistant crouched down, smoothing out the wrinkles on Ming Jin’s trousers, and said softly.

“Mhm,” Ming Jin nodded, raising her hand to button her collar.

She instructed with a tone of precaution: “Before the examination results are out, don’t tell anyone.”

“Understood,” the assistant nodded.

She knew that “anyone” included Xu Zhiyan, who was abroad, and Song Xiangwan, who had just left.