"Little Uncle, what about you? Will you continue with this job in the future?"
While he was silent, she answered herself: "You probably will, right? Xu Leya is thriving now, by then you two will be Best Actor and Best Actress, how enviable."
"I broke up with her."
"What?" An’an was taken aback, and she couldn’t tell if she was happy or surprised; she didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly.
But didn’t Xu Leya go to the set to see him just a couple of days ago? They didn’t seem to be having any issues then, so why did they break up suddenly?
Could it be that Little Uncle’s unhappiness these past two days is because of this?
But Xu Leya isn’t stupid; she surely wouldn’t voluntarily let go of such a valuable opportunity. Being with Su Yan makes her thrive in the entertainnt industry, so why would they break up?
Could it be that she couldn’t stand her Little Uncle’s cold personality?
"Why, Little Uncle? Weren’t you two doing fine before?"
Su Yan just gave a perfunctory response: "Suddenly didn’t like her anymore."
Then he stood up, reached over, and turned off the TV, saying, "Go take a bath."
Seeing the ti was getting late, and she was also starting to feel a bit tired, An’an obediently returned to her room.
When she walked out of the bathroom after her bath, with only a towel wrapped around her, she was stunned upon seeing the man sitting at her bedside. She hadn’t expected him to be in her room, especially since they hadn’t been alone together for quite a while. In recent days, when he ca ho, he would either be in the study or in his own room, never coming to see her.
Seeing him with a cigarette, An’an asked, "Little Uncle... are you upset about sothing?"
Su Yan gave her a quick look and glanced at the roses on her bedside, suppressing his annoyance: "No."
An’an looked at him, puzzled. He usually wouldn’t smoke in front of her, let alone in her bedroom, and even if he did, he’d imdiately put it out when she saw him. But this ti, he didn’t.
Su Yan turned his head to look at her alluring figure. The feelings he’d suppressed for over twenty years were starting to get out of control over the past few years.
He wanted to make her his, wanted to appear as a real couple with her, not just as co-stars in a drama.
Extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, he stood up and took off his shirt. An’an watched him, puzzled, wondering if he intended to sleep with her.
As she was pondering this, he threw the shirt he’d just taken off in front of her and instructed, "Take off the towel and put this on, there’s sothing to do."
An’an was full of doubts, but before she could ask anything, he had already left the room.
Looking at the shirt in her hands and thinking about what he had just said, she took off the towel and put on his shirt. It still had his warmth and the scent of his usual cologne, a faint but pleasant sll.
As she was buttoning it up, Su Yan walked back in, carrying a cara in his hand.
An’an continued with her buttoning and asked, "Little Uncle, what are we doing?"
Su Yan answered seriously, "Filming a scene."
Yi An turned around and walked towards him, "Hmm? Filming here?"
"Yes."
"What kind of scene?"
"A bed scene."
Yi An froze, muttering, "Huh? That’s not in the script."
Su Yan adjusted the cara as he said, "It’s a last-minute addition."
Yi An had always believed whatever he said, pointing at the bed that the cara was aid at: "Filming here?"
"Yes." Seeing her like this, Su Yan’s breathing beca a bit rapid. After adjusting the cara, he turned around, pulled Yi An, and slowly laid her down on the bed.
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