Ji Wei hurriedly put down her book and stood up, walking towards her.
As she moved, Happy and Milk also followed suit, surrounding Xia Duoduo.
It was Happy’s first ti eting Duoduo, and in its excitent, it began biting at the hem of her jeans. Xia Duoduo, however, seed oblivious, anxiously grabbing Ji Wei’s hand and asking, "Is the Great Demon King upstairs? Is he feeling any better?"
Ji Wei looked slightly surprised. "Duoduo, did you not see the ssage I sent you?"
"I borrowed the crew’s car and drove back myself. I didn’t have ti to check my phone on the way back." Xia Duoduo spoke between breaths, her eyes filled with worry.
"Mr. Ye went back," Ji Wei said. "We couldn’t get him to stay."
Upon hearing this, Xia Duoduo imdiately turned around to leave, but Ji Wei stopped her: "Duoduo, there’s sothing I need to tell you."
"Sit down first," Ji Wei said, pulling her to the sofa and seating her.
The drive from Heng City to here takes at least four hours; Duoduo must have rushed over as soon as she received the news that Ye Cheng was sick.
Ji Wei noticed the fine layer of sweat on her forehead, a result of her hurried pace, and a twinge of heartache made her grasp Duoduo’s hand tightly. "Duoduo, what I’m about to tell you might upset you, but I have to say it."
Seeing Ji Wei’s serious tone, Xia Duoduo gazed at her intently.
"Mr. Ye drank himself into a stupor last night. It was Mo Qian and Second Young Master Xi who carried him back," Ji Wei said slowly. "You should be able to guess why he would drink like that, right?"
Sharp pain coursed through Xia Duoduo’s heart, and Ji Wei could feel her hand trembling, which only added to her unease.
"In the past, I encouraged you to pursue Ye Cheng because he was single—an extraordinary man in both character and ability, with charm to match. But what I didn’t know back then was that there’s soone he’s always held in his heart."
Though she didn’t say Zii’s na aloud, both of them understood without needing clarification.
Xia Duoduo lowered her lashes, unwilling to let Ji Wei see the tears shimring in her eyes.
At this mont, a scene replayed itself in her mind—the day downstairs when Zii personally delivered a scarf to Ye Cheng. The two of them standing together, talking, looked like a picture-perfect tableau.
In the past, Xia Duoduo used to wonder who could ever be worthy of a man like Ye Cheng.
But when she saw Zii, a silent bitterness filled her heart, yet she couldn’t argue against it. The phrase "a perfect match" seed to describe Ye Cheng and Zii perfectly.
During the film premiere livestream, Xia Duoduo had watched the entire thing. Ye Cheng appeared, glowing and handso, wearing the scarf Zii had given him, drawing waves of cheers from the crowd below.
And in a fleeting mont caught on cara, Xia Duoduo’s sharp eyes had spotted Zii in the background.
If she had still held onto hope before, that premiere crushed even the last remnants of it completely.
Ye Cheng reconciling with Zii was inevitable—a cruel reality laid bare, forcing Xia Duoduo to let go.
Because she didn’t want to beco the third party ruining soone else’s relationship.
So, for the past half month, she had forced herself to pour all her energy into acting and studying scripts. She even stopped initiating contact with Ye Cheng. On the rare occasions they spoke, it was strictly about work or schedules.
She had thought that she could forget the Great Demon King. But as soon as Ji Wei sent her the news about his illness, she imdiately abandoned her script, defied the director’s objections, borrowed a car, and drove back without stopping.
She was such a fool.
Xia Duoduo raised her gaze to her good friend, tears glimring within her smile as she said, "Little Wei, I know..."
"I’ve always known that he can’t let go of that woman—like a fiery red rose—so dazzling and unattainable. I’m completely different from her. I’m clumsy and foolish, always getting tricked by scumbags, and I’ll never be like her—so exceptional, strong, mature, and alluring, a woman whom countless n dream of."
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