Transmigrated as the Top-Tier Alpha's Secretly Married Ex-Wife - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Sun Qiushuang proactively hung up the phone and accepted her transfer.

Su Tuantuan knew that Sun Qiushuang was indeed very loyal, but she could also be quite baffling at times. She knew Sun Qiushuang was angry this time.

However, given Sun Qiushuang’s personality, she would cool down in a few days.

Su Tuantuan didn’t like friendships without boundaries. No matter how good the relationship was, things that should be sorted out still needed to be clear.

She couldn’t let her friend be at a disadvantage every time.

After filming began for Blazing Sun, Su Tuantuan, Qiao Yanran, and Bai Xue officially settled down in Shenzhen. After a solid month of filming, New Year’s Day was approaching, and Mo Xian called.

“Tuantuan, do you have any plans for New Year’s Day?”

Mo Xian’s new album was still in preparation and was expected to be released next summer. She had been immersed in the recording studio lately, and the two only exchanged messages after their busy days were over.

Su Tuantuan was taking a break, drinking a bottle of sparkling water. The staff were discussing the New Year’s Eve fireworks display at the Shenzhen Grand Bridge. The director decided to capitalize on the fireworks show and film a few New Year’s scenes there.

She didn’t know when filming would wrap up, and she likely wouldn’t have much time during the day.

“I have to film.”

Su Tuantuan told the truth. “How can a working stiff have a holiday? I’ll rest after filming is done.”

Mo Xian fell silent again. Someone called for Su Tuantuan, and she answered. “I should hang up, the screenwriter is looking for me.”

“Wait!”

Mo Xian quickly stopped her. “I have a concert in Shenzhen on January 17th. Are you coming to see it?”

Su Tuantuan thought, Did you call just for this?

Of course, she had to go to the concert.

But she didn’t want Mo Xian to know.

She pretended to be nonchalant. “I’ll have to see the schedule then. We’ll talk.”

Her vague, ambiguous answer made Mo Xian sound disappointed as she said, “Oh,” and told her to go back to work and that she wouldn’t bother her anymore.

In a flash, it was New Year’s Day. They had a night scene to shoot. The main actors wanted to look refreshed for the New Year, so they had arranged a hot spring session to boost their spirits for the night shoot. After a month of filming, the three had grown closer and their rapport was better than ever. Su Tuantuan sent Sun Qiushuang a New Year’s red envelope.

Sun Qiushuang replied with an emoji. “What’s this for?”

Sun Qiushuang: “Aren’t you hitting it off with other people? You still have time to remember me?”

Su Tuantuan: “Yes, I’m here to cling to you. After the concert on the 17th, I have a cameo to film, which should take about two days.”

Sun Qiushuang: “So?”

Su Tuantuan: “Show me your script then. We can start after the New Year.”

There was silence on the other end for several seconds.

Then, Sun Qiushuang’s call came through. Su Tuantuan covered her ear to answer, and sure enough, she heard Sun Qiushuang’s deafening scream. “Aaaah! Su Tuantuan! I finally waited for you!!! You’re finally coming to act in my drama!”

Even over the phone, Su Tuantuan could picture Sun Qiushuang’s ecstatic, dancing appearance.

Su Tuantuan was speechless by her crazy friend.

“Don’t…”

Sun Qiushuang: “My script isn’t completely revised yet. I’m going to look at it now. Don’t worry, in the next half month, I’ll polish it to its best state!”

Sun Qiushuang hung up the phone.

Bai Xue and Qiao Yanran exchanged glances, both feeling helpless.

“There’s a reason why this kid doesn’t have many friends in the industry.”

Bai Xue sighed. “Only Tuantuan can tolerate this madness.”

Su Tuantuan smiled, her cheeks rosy from the hot spring. “I can tolerate even you, so who can’t I tolerate?”

Bai Xue: “…”

She wanted to hit someone.

Qiao Yanran giggled. Her phone vibrated twice as well. She glanced at the caller ID, dismissed the call, and pretended not to have seen it.

They left for the filming location at six o’clock. At this time, the bridge wasn’t crowded. The fireworks show wasn’t an annual event, and they were lucky to catch it this year. The director and staff were setting up the site outside, coordinating with patrol officers.

The show wouldn’t start until 11:50 p.m., so they had to wait until midnight. To capture that one perfect moment, the crew had set up the equipment and laid the tracks in advance. They would need to go down for a rehearsal soon.

After all, they were just using the fireworks. They couldn’t ask for another round once the display was over.

Su Tuantuan and the others played Fight the Landlord in the car. Qiao Yanran kept losing. After a few rounds, Qiao Yanran quit. “It’s a holiday. Losing all the time is bad luck. I’m not playing anymore.”

Bai Xue glared at her. “You only lost ten yuan. That’s not even enough for a cup of milk tea. Look how cheap you are.”

Su Tuantuan laughed. “Then I’ll treat everyone to milk tea. I’ll ask the assistant to buy it. There are fewer people now, but it will get crowded soon.”

Qiao Yanran, wearing her mask and hat, said, “I’ll go with them. No one will recognize me anyway.”

Once she ran off, Bai Xue also stopped playing, collected the cards, and ordered takeout. “Then I’ll order fried chicken—hot, crispy fried chicken to go with the milk tea.”

The actresses weren’t overly concerned about this calorie bomb.

An occasional indulgence wouldn’t show up on camera.

Su Tuantuan felt bored and wanted to get out and walk around. She put on her headphones and mask. Since her clothing was casual, no one paid attention to her.

She was wearing the headphones Mo Xian had given her, playing the song Mo Xian had written for her.

She slowly walked to the edge of the bridge, watching the distant boats sail. The lights on the bridge hadn’t been turned on yet. Many children were running back and forth on the bridge. The evening breeze blew, and the commercial district behind her was lively.

Qiao Yanran was queuing with the assistant. Someone mistook the assistant for an actress and pulled Qiao Yanran over to help take a photo.

The lights slowly began to turn on. Su Tuantuan leaned against the railing, suddenly feeling a little homesick.

A year had passed. Even though it was just New Year’s Day, it made her feel nostalgic.

She used to feel indifferent toward her parents. The two people who only ever fought had kicked her around like a ball after their divorce. After she started boarding school in junior high, she no longer had to endure that, and she hadn’t even gone back during the winter or summer holidays.

No one cared, anyway.

Both had started new families. Her father had married a woman ten years younger and had a chubby son. Her mother married a minor official and was diligently raising someone else’s daughter.

She had always known she was the superfluous one.

Perhaps seeing too much of it when she was young lowered her expectations for marriage.

She felt nothing for men, but was easily attached to women.

After transmigrating into the book, she had wondered what happened to her original body and if her parents would worry about her.

But then she realized none of that mattered to her anymore.

Her father’s only contact was to ask her for money. As for her mother, she was entirely focused on trying to get her stepdaughter to debut and join the entertainment industry.

Every time she refused, she would think, Someone who looks like that… it’s not that she can’t be in the industry, but being so sheltered, can she withstand the storms of showbiz?

No one understood this. Her mother only blamed her for being selfish.

With that thought, Su Tuantuan no longer felt homesick.

What was there to miss?

No friends, no lover, and family…

Forget it, they barely counted as family.

The sky gradually darkened, making faces indistinct. The bridge lights turned on, the strings of lights shining high, looking like a tall lighthouse. A pair of elderly people walked past her, hand in hand, one leaning on a cane, the other slowing their pace.

Su Tuantuan pulled out her phone and called Mo Xian.

The call was answered after more than ten seconds. Mo Xian’s voice held a hint of surprise. “Tuantuan?”

Su Tuantuan squinted, her hair tousled by the wind. “Happy New Year.”

Mo Xian was very happy. “Happy New Year.”

There seemed to be static in the headphones. Mo Xian’s voice sounded in her ear. “Tuantuan, I have a radio program at eight o’clock.”

Su Tuantuan “Mhm’d” and leaned against the railing. “And then?”

“The radio program is in Shenzhen. This building is very tall. I can see the Shenzhen Grand Bridge from here. Although the distance is far, I can see the lights there are on.”

Mo Xian chirped excitedly. “Later, we’ll be able to see the same fireworks show.”

Su Tuantuan didn’t even realize she was smiling. When she noticed someone looking her way, she turned her back and adjusted her mask, only to realize—

Her lips were curved into an overly wide smile.

Su Tuantuan gave an address. Mo Xian didn’t understand. “What is this?”

Su Tuantuan suppressed her smile. “It’s the hotel address. I’ll text you when we finish filming. You can come over. We can—”

She paused. “Play Fight the Landlord with everyone.”

After hanging up, Su Tuantuan thought, it was rare for her to call Mo Xian. If she hadn’t made that call, she might not have known Mo Xian was in Shenzhen.

Why did Mo Xian come?

She tentatively decided it was for her.

The fireworks scene was filmed smoothly. The crowd was dense, and people watching the filming knew it was a normal procedure.

Su Tuantuan and the others returned to the car to rest and prepare to head back to the hotel. Traffic was heavy. Su Tuantuan messaged Mo Xian that they had wrapped up. It would likely be two in the morning before they got back.

The traffic jam was severe. She wanted to tell Mo Xian not to come. What was the point of meeting so late? It looked too much like she was inviting Mo Xian to do something else.

Mo Xian replied: “I booked a hotel here. I have to see you on the first day of the New Year.”

Su Tuantuan couldn’t say anything more.

Bai Xue was hungry. The fried chicken they ordered earlier was cold, and the milk tea was too. Most businesses were already closing up. Stuck in traffic, Bai Xue took a bite of the cold fried chicken. “I’m starving. Should we have a hot pot when we get back? After we eat, I’ll sleep in tomorrow.”

Qiao Yanran also agreed. “Ordering hot pot delivery is fine. We can eat in one room and then all go to sleep.”

Su Tuantuan hesitated, and the two looked at her with alert eyes.

Su Tuantuan: “Can I invite a friend over?”

When the hot pot arrived, they had just returned to the hotel. Without even removing their makeup, they gathered around to cook hot pot.

Mo Xian looked like she had already slept, wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt. Her wolf-cut hair had grown longer, and she had tied it into a short tail. A small strand slipped over her ear as she helped prepare the sauce bowls for Su Tuantuan.

Bai Xue and Qiao Yanran’s eyes darted back and forth between the two. Su Tuantuan opened a bottle of herbal tea and dumped all the meat and vegetables into the pot, meeting their curious, gossipy glances.

“Mo Xian happened to be in Shenzhen, so I invited her to hang out.”

Su Tuantuan explained casually. Bai Xue and Qiao Yanran exchanged a look and then drew out a long, dramatic “Ooh—”

Their tone curved several times. Mo Xian only smiled, sitting obediently next to Su Tuantuan, extending her arm to take the plate from Su Tuantuan’s hand, helping with the chore.

Bai Xue nudged Qiao Yanran’s arm. Qiao Yanran understood immediately. Like a support group, Qiao Yanran said warmly, “Goddess Mo, how did you also happen to be in Shenzhen? You have a concert at the end of the month, right? With so many year-end events, can you handle it all?”