The Whole World Is Waiting for Me and My Ex-Girlfriend to Remarry (Entertainment Industry) - Chapter 38

“You are the most beautiful.”

Weakness.

The concept of hating one’s own weakness was taught to eighteen-year-old Dong Huaci by nineteen-year-old Zhong Qing. Yet, eighteen-year-old Dong Huaci had racked her brains and still couldn’t understand where Zhong Qing was “weak.” Although Zhong Qing rarely spoke of her family, as far as Huaci knew, they had never been a financial burden or held her back. Although Zhong Qing cared deeply about her popularity, she hadn’t debuted much earlier than Dong Huaci; meanwhile, her dance skills were already at the level of an external instructor who could challenge the dance teachers and didn’t need to answer to anyone.

So, to make Zhong Qing happy, Dong Huaci placed herself in a relatively “weak” position and spoke those startling words mentioned before.

She saw Zhong Qing’s face turn bright red instantly.

If the previous hesitation belonged to the awkwardness of guilt, the current silence was entirely due to shyness and shock. Despite dating Dong Huaci for so long and knowing that the things Huaci said and did sometimes didn’t match her outward appearance, at this moment, Zhong Qing’s impression of her was refreshed once again.

A unique spiritual light flickered in Dong Huaci’s eyes. Seeing that Zhong Qing wasn’t scolding her, she grew bolder: “Aren’t you willing?”

Zhong Qing was silent for a moment. When she was silent, the aura she emanated made Dong Huaci quite nervous.

The wind grew stronger. Zhong Qing pulled out her phone and looked at it for a while: “Xiaoshu, my conscience and upbringing tell me this isn’t good.” This time, it was Dong Huaci who grew flustered. She hadn’t expected Zhong Qing to be such an “old-timer” in this regard; it didn’t show at all. “This is my own mood, you don’t have to do this…”

Before she could finish, Dong Huaci kissed her cheek lightly—like a dragonfly skimming the water—and then shrunk back like a rabbit.

Zhong Qing fell silent.

There was a tacit understanding between them, yet suddenly neither dared to look at the other.

Zhong Qing gripped Dong Huaci’s wrist with one hand, so tightly that Huaci felt it was a bit much; with her other hand, she kept scrolling through her phone.

Finally, she seemed to make a decision and turned off the phone: “Then let’s go to my house.”

Dong Huaci didn’t ask where her house was. She only knew that Zhong Qing hailed a taxi, and she simply followed her into the car. She didn’t even ask how long it would take to reach the destination, following beside her as if she were mute.

They sat side by side in the back seat, holding hands. Dong Huaci slowly leaned her head on Zhong Qing’s shoulder, then buried her face in her embrace. She felt a twinge of regret—she had left the house in such a rush earlier out of spite that she hadn’t even put on perfume.

Upon arriving at the destination, Dong Huaci tried her best to look like someone who had seen the world, but her ignorance was exposed the moment they entered the elevator and she asked, “Why won’t this button light up?” After Zhong Qing swiped her card, Huaci looked up with some chagrin, only to find that Zhong Qing wasn’t annoyed by her behavior. Instead, it seemed to evoke a sense of pity and a subtle superiority of dominance, making Zhong Qing less restrained toward Dong Huaci. She simply mentioned: “This apartment is just like this. It’s a flat, I suppose.”

“This apartment.” The phrase made Dong Huaci blink again.

Zhong Qing smiled gently; it was her turn to kiss Dong Huaci.

The elevator ascended, taking only a few seconds. Dong Huaci’s expression was blank now, making her look very “kissable.” She usually closed her eyes when kissing, but Zhong Qing wouldn’t let her go until the very last second before the door opened. She peeked through the side mirror of the elevator—which was much better maintained than the ones at the company—gazing at Dong Huaci’s long hair and her own somewhat unfamiliar reflection. She was performing a solemn confirmation: she wanted to be with Dong Huaci, and not just in a dating relationship. She wanted their lives to intersect forever, to be more than just friends forever, to remember each other forever, and for their lives to be intertwined forever—regardless of the form it took.

The “forever” of youth is born from truly sincere intentions.

Everyone has thoughts buried in their hearts that only emerge in the right environment. The moment the elevator doors opened, Dong Huaci pushed her away, exhausted; that kiss had completely dissolved all previous grudges and old wounds. When Zhong Qing grabbed Dong Huaci and led her forward, she used a strength she didn’t even know she possessed: “There’s no one else on this floor.”

One unit per floor?

This was another alien concept. Dong Huaci knew there was a gap between her and Zhong Qing’s family backgrounds, but she hadn’t realized it was to this extent. While she was still reeling from the kiss, Zhong Qing wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her again.

“Don’t push me away proactively.” Zhong Qing kissed her for a long time this time, and at the end, she whispered in Dong Huaci’s ear, “I don’t like it when you push me away.”

If she did, she would only hold on tighter.

Dong Huaci didn’t think there was anything wrong with that at the time; instead, she felt it was her own fault.

At the end of this near-suffocating kiss, she replied: “Zhong Qing. Should I… should I take a shower first?”

There was a bathroom on the first floor, so naturally, Dong Huaci went in first. The bathrobe she used for a change of clothes was one Zhong Qing had hastily found for her. This house didn’t seem to have much of a “lived-in” feel; the shower stall was as clean as a showroom model. However, the moment the water from the showerhead hit her, she suddenly calmed down a bit. Zhong Qing had squeezed her wrist until it was red. Looking at the redness, Dong Huaci felt like backing out. She wondered if it was still possible to run away before things reached “that point.” Eighteen is an age of such whimsical thoughts; she thought she was fearless, but when something major was about to happen, she became afraid again. She had no experience and didn’t know how two girls handled these things, so she decided she would just follow Zhong Qing’s lead.

But Zhong Qing hasn’t tried it either, has she?

Does she know how? Bubbles of thought popped one after another in Dong Huaci’s mind. The shower took an exceptionally long time. She instinctively used Zhong Qing’s body lotion—it was smooth but not greasy, and the packaging and texture were perfectly beautiful. She felt a bit envious, but at this moment, Dong Huaci felt that her taking it without asking was perfectly justified. In truth, she simply hadn’t seen or used this brand of lotion before, but her current “filter” for Zhong Qing extended to everything she used. Even after they eventually parted ways, it became the brand she would purchase subconsciously without a second thought.

She pushed the door open.

Zhong Qing was standing at the other end of the living room. Her hair was damp, and from a distance, it looked like a meteor flickering in the dark night.

Their eyes met.

“I just washed up upstairs, in my bedroom.” Zhong Qing was wearing a very clean and simple T-shirt. She looked so properly dressed even at home after a shower. “Xiaoshu, do you want to change… change into a nightgown? It’s a cotton one I don’t really wear.”

“Oh?” Dong Huaci looked down, not seeing anything wrong with the bathrobe. Was it because it was silk and showed off her figure too well, making Zhong Qing feel shy?

Dong Huaci walked over: “We’ve lived together for so long, and you’re still shy?”

She smiled and leaned in, but Zhong Qing kept instinctively backing away, ruffling her own hair: “I feel… I feel the pressure is even higher now…”

“I’m teasing you.”

After saying that, Zhong Qing pulled her directly into her arms.

The two of them truly lacked skill, so they were learning on the fly. Zhong Qing actually talked much more on the bed than she usually did, asking questions one by one. Is this okay? Xiaoshu. Are you satisfied with this? Xiaoshu. Dong Huaci, however, was habitually restrained; even her facial expressions were tense. She was truly nervous. She could only nod repeatedly until, finally, she laughed. It was a very captivating laugh. She pursed her lips, rubbed against the pillow, and finally slapped Zhong Qing once.

On the back.

“It hurts, it really hurts.” Dong Huaci’s delayed temper flared up. “You aren’t allowed to keep long nails from now on.”

“Okay.” Zhong Qing, who was on top, observed her expression and somewhat sheepishly began to tidy Dong Huaci’s hair, but pulling it caused more pain.

Dong Huaci got annoyed and wanted to sleep: “What are you doing?”

“Wife.” The form of address had completely changed today. “I’m helping you, helping you tidy your hair.”

“My dearest wife,” Dong Huaci laughed again, “your hair is a mess, but you are the most beautiful.”

Zhong Qing ignored the comment, merely biting her lip, tucking two strands of her own hair behind her ears, and leaned down to kiss her again.

The word “beautiful” carried a different meaning in this context.

Dong Huaci, being underneath, reached out her hands to pat and touch her, as if granting a grand reward after a fit of temper. Zhong Qing’s dance background gave her incredible flexibility; not only did she seem to have endless energy, but due to constant training and dieting, her body was undeniably addictive to the touch. Dong Huaci’s infatuation transformed into an endless watery light in her eyes, overflowing to catch Zhong Qing’s reflection.

Perhaps life originally had no concept of “loneliness,” but because deep emotions exist between people, loneliness follows like a shadow.

In the previous stages of her life, Dong Huaci never felt that sleeping alone was a hardship or a misfortune. But the next morning, when she opened her eyes to find a “beautiful Zhong Qing” in her arms, she started giggling foolishly. She kept kissing Zhong Qing’s hair.

Zhong Qing was woken up. When their eyes met, both saw a mix of daze and attachment in the other’s gaze. These two emotions were not contradictory. Dong Huaci hadn’t expected her to wake up so quickly: “I… should I go wash up first?”

“Let’s cuddle a bit longer. There’s no dance class today, no performance—it’s a day off.”

Zhong Qing pulled the blanket up a bit until she was nearly enveloped, her voice sounding muffled.

Dong Huaci didn’t dare move.

She wanted to find her phone and stretched out her arm to grab it. Zhong Qing’s eyes remained glued to her arm as she looked at the old phone that had originally belonged to Zhong Qing: “Give me your phone passcode.”

Dong Huaci originally just wanted to check her messages: “Huh?”

“Or let me record my face into it.” Zhong Qing’s tone didn’t sound like she was negotiating, but such a forceful command delivered in such a clingy voice was hard to refuse. “My six-digit passcode is your birthday—you never pay attention to my phone, Xiaoshu.”

“I trust you.” Hearing this, Dong Huaci became happy again and said softly, “Then let’s record it when we get up. What do you want for breakfast? I can order takeout. I got my salary the day before yesterday! A bonus from the first performance.”

“In my house, there’s no reason for you to treat me.” Zhong Qing held Dong Huaci even tighter. She said she would go to the kitchen to use the oven in a bit, and told Huaci to stay in bed for now.