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Ji Linchuan realized that he had never truly looked at this woman. The silk low-cut nightgown wrapped around her delicate and beautiful figure, her sensual lips slightly parted in sleep, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath were utterly mesmerizing. The blush from last night's passionate encounter still lingered on her face.
He swallowed hard, loosening his tie. He had originally dressed neatly to go out. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her deeply at the nape of her neck. Shuyao, still in a deep slumber, stirred slightly, squinting as she turned over.
The man removed his shirt and embraced her tightly from behind, pressing his heated chest against her back. After an intense moment of intimacy, Shuyao was left breathless and glistening with sweat. He held her close, as if trying to meld their bodies together.
Just then, an untimely phone call interrupted the moment.
“Brother Linchuan, my head hurts... I feel so unwell...”
On the other end, Wen Yuxi's voice was weak and laced with tears. Her delicate tone nearly overflowed from the phone. It was said that the medication she took yesterday was too strong; even the family doctor couldn't help her and had to rush her to the hospital overnight.
Ji Linchuan's heart tightened instantly. “I’ll be there right away.”
In the early morning, as the mist began to rise, a sleek black Bentley slowly pulled out of Yun Chuan Villa. Shuyao, still groggy, heard the man’s voice on the phone:
“ Yurou, don’t cry…”
When she finally woke up, she found a black bank card lying beside her.
Lin Secretary called: “Madam, this one million is for your living expenses from manager Ji.”
Shuyao stared at the card in disbelief.
This was the only large sum of money she had received in three years.
When she was short on cash, Shuyao relied on herself to take on various gigs, neither too big nor too small, just to survive. Because of her hidden marriage, she had no official status and hadn’t received any decent scripts. She could only accept exhausting and low-paying advertisements, yet she gave all her earnings to her mother. As an eighteen-line actress, she didn’t have the luxury to be picky; she did it all for the money.
He, however, never asked about any of it. Every night when he returned home, regardless of how tired she was or whether she wanted to, he indulged himself without restraint. Perhaps he felt a twinge of guilt about the contract termination. Or maybe this was his way of compensating her for leaving her at home while he went off to accompany Wen Yuxi.
Shuyao hadn’t figured it all out yet when her phone suddenly rang.
“Yao Yao, I’ve hit the jackpot recently!”
On the other end was Tang Zhaoran, her good friend who had entered the entertainment industry alongside her, her voice bubbling with excitement.
“You passed your driving test for the ninth time?”
“No!”
“You had more plastic surgery and look even prettier?”
“Guess again.”
“You won five million?”
“Oh come on, when did you become so mischievous?”
Shuyao chuckled softly. “So tell me, what good fortune has come our way?”
Tang Zhaoran launched into a spirited monologue: “My absolute favorite male star, He Xuemo, is coming to Cloud City!”
“Shuyao, do you know how hard it is to get tickets for this?”
She couldn’t help but scream in excitement.
"Not only can I see my idol up close, but I can also hear him sing!"
"Ah~ I'm dying, this is too amazing. Come over and keep me company; we haven't seen each other in months."
Shuyao rubbed her aching ears.
"We've only been apart for five days."
"I don't care! You need to come over right now. I bought some crayfish."
The mention of crayfish made Shuyao's mouth water.
Before she met Ji Linchuan, she had been running small roles with Zhao Ran, often going hungry due to their lack of connections and background.
Occasionally getting a boxed meal was already a great deal!
Once again, Shuyao received a role that paid 300 a day, and she was overjoyed, celebrating by buying crayfish.
For them, crayfish were truly a luxury and a testament to their tough times.
"Alright, I admit you win. I'll come over," Shuyao said, pretending to be helpless.
"But you need to leave soon; it starts at ten!"
Tang Zhaoran happily hung up the phone.
Shuyao packed her things and prepared to head downstairs.
She caught a glimpse of the breakfast left on the table.
"Madam, the sir instructed that breakfast must be saved for you so you won't go hungry."
She saw Aunt Liu bringing over a bowl of porridge, the aroma of fish porridge stirring her appetite.
Looking at the time, it was still early.
She noticed a plate nearby with some leftover steak dinner.
Steak, tomatoes, rosemary, and southwestern flowers—it was clear that a lot of care had gone into making it; it looked exquisite.
In her memory, Ji Linchuan wasn't particularly fond of steak.
"The sir made it this morning because Miss Yurou was sick and didn't want porridge; he wanted steak," Aunt Liu explained, noticing her confusion.
Suddenly, she lost her appetite.
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