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"Song Qing? Okay, I'll pick you up after work tonight," Jiang Ya said before turning and leaving.
Song Qing watched the man's back and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
At night, the wind blows along the riverbank, and an open-air bar emits orange light, playing an unknown English song. Jiang Ya sits on a high stool and pours a glass of brandy for Song Qing.
Song Qing took a sip and said, "How long have you been in this line? I feel like you suddenly became popular. I've never heard of you before, Jiang Ya."
Jiang Ya smiled and said, "It's been almost five years. At the beginning, I was just doing some small roles and never had a chance to appear on screen. I just quietly persevered, but later on I..."
"What happened later?" Song Qing stared at Jiang Ya.
"Later, later I was fortunate enough to be given an opportunity by Director Tamu."
"That's really fortunate for you to have met a benefactor," Song Qing laughed and finished a glass in one gulp.
This woman's alcohol tolerance was much stronger than Jiang Ya had imagined. After seven or eight glasses, Jiang Ya was already feeling a bit tipsy, but Song Qing's expression remained unchanged.
I should have taken some hangover medicine earlier. Jiang Ya rubbed his temples, had a few more drinks with Song Qing, and finally saw some change in her complexion. The two of them chatted and laughed, gradually becoming somewhat incoherent.
Jiang Ya shook his head, paused for a moment, took out the hotel room key, and smiled at Song Qing: "Let's go rest."
Song Qing Her eyes were a little unfocused as she stared at Jiang Ya and laughed. Suddenly, she reached out and snatched the key, throwing it into the river. "Do you want to play something exciting?"
"How do you want to play?"
Song Qing took a deep breath, then looked at Jiang Ya and smiled meaningfully, "To your place."
Jiang Ya was stunned for a moment, "My place?"
Song Qing chuckled, "I know you have a wife, but don't worry, we're all adults here. I just find it amusing. Imagine if we were at your house and still managed to keep it a secret from your wife, wouldn't that be more interesting?"
"Haha." Jiang Ya stood up and grabbed Song Qing's chin, clicking his tongue, "You think I wouldn't dare?"
Both of them were smiling mischievously as they took a taxi back to the Jiang Ya villa. It was already past three in the morning. Jiang Ya quietly opened the door and cuddled Song Qing on the sofa.
Jiang Ya buried his head to kiss Song Qing's neck, and Song Qing wrapped his legs around his waist, starting to giggle flirtatiously. Jiang Ya immediately raised his hand to cover Song Qing's mouth: "Don't be so loud."
Song Qing smiled and blew air on Jiang Ya's neck, "Are you scared?"
"I'm afraid of disturbing our mood."
Jiang Ya finished speaking and then kissed Song Qing fiercely, feeling the fragrance between their lips and teeth. The two of them became passionate, but suddenly there was a loud crash as a cup on the table was knocked over by Song Qing's white leg.
Jiang Ya turned back and stared quietly at the door of the room. After about ten minutes, seeing that He Chunli was not awakened, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Underneath her, Song Qing bit her lip and looked at her with a smile in her eyes, saying, "You really are timid."
"Is that so?" Jiang Ya kissed fiercely again, and the two figures rolled and entangled. At this moment, the room door not far away slowly opened, and He Chunli stood in the doorway, quietly watching everything, with eyes fixed and leaving behind faint tears of blood.
9
At the foot of the mountain, there were five or six blue tents, and the sunlight was intense. This was the main camp of the crew. Jiang Ya and Song Qing had just finished shooting a scene of falling off a cliff. The production assistant nearby called for a break for lunch.
"Do you want to play something exciting?" Jiang Ya pinched Song Qing's waist.
Song Qing's lips curled slightly. "Play what?"
Jiang Ya raised an eyebrow and pulled Song Qing into a nearby tent. A crew member who saw them wisely walked away. The tent began to sway, and at that moment, a face emerged from the nearby bushes.
It was He Chunli. She took out a small knife and cut the rope, causing the tent to collapse. The two people inside exclaimed in surprise. Jiang Ya was the first to pull back the tent fabric and stick her head out. When she saw He Chunli, she was momentarily stunned, then began to scold her, "What are you doing here? Are you that bored?"
He Chunli Holding a knife and looking at the two people, eyes welling up with tears, not making a sound, standing still in place.
Jiang Ya glared, then pulled Song Qing up, and the two walked straight past He Chunli. Song Qing looked at the bewildered He Chunli and chuckled, "Little sister, go home."
He Chunli still didn't say a word. After the two people left for a long time, she turned around blankly and went back silently. As she walked on the road, she stared at the mountains and forests for a long time. Suddenly, she felt calm in her heart. By the time she returned home, she had already made a decision.
She sat on the sofa, first called a lawyer and chatted for a long time, then sent a message to Jiang Ya: Let's get a divorce. When are you available to come back and sign the papers?
After receiving the message, Jiang Ya was a bit surprised that this woman actually had the courage to divorce. It's ridiculous. She probably doesn't think I will try to reconcile, He Chunli. You can't see through this little trick.
Jiang Ya didn't reply to the message. He cursed in his heart and drove straight home. He pushed open the door, intending to shout at He Chunli, but suddenly saw that she had prepared a table full of food and poured two glasses of red wine.
"I'm back. Let's eat something. This will be the last meal I make for you. I know I can't compare to that woman in terms of beauty, and I don't have much talent. I'm no longer worthy of you." He Chunli spoke calmly.
This actually made Jiang Ya feel a bit at a loss. He took a deep breath, pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "Are you really crazy enough to want a divorce?"
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