Pei Yu was really rattled by ng Qiming tonight. ng Qiming’s words made him think of a scenario he had dread of a long ti ago, suddenly reminding him of the possibility that "Shen Zhiyi might marry soone else."
The mont he thought of that, even his great patience evaporated.
Shen Zhiyi stared at him blankly, with her lips quivering slightly, but no sound ca out.
When she first heard ng Qiming’s hypothetical proposal, it struck her as absurd. Marriage was sothing far off in her mind, especially to soone like ng Qiming, who wasn’t even in her future plans at all.
But when the proposed suitor turned out to be Pei Yu, her mind went blank. She couldn’t think of anything for a good ten seconds or more. A normally imaginative actress couldn’t conjure up a single scene related to "proposals" at that mont—it was as if she was learning the term for the first ti.
Her prolonged silence left Pei Yu uncertain whether she was shocked by his proposal or if this was already a tactful response. Either way, it proved that this mont was definitely not the right ti; he had been too hasty.
Pei Yu stood up to end the topic as if he had said nothing, "I’ll take you back to the set."
It wasn’t until they reached the ground floor and saw Xiaodong waiting outside that Shen Zhiyi snapped out of her daze and suddenly beca lucid.
"You don’t need to take ."
Pei Yu stopped in his tracks, not pressing her further, "Alright."
Xiaodong got into the driver’s seat, and as Shen Zhiyi opened the car door without getting in right away, she inexplicably looked back.
She shut the door again, retreated to the curb, "Pei Yu."
Pei Yu lowered his eyes to look at her, lightly "Hmm?" in response, realizing she had sothing to say. Was she going to answer his earlier question?
He already regretted asking.
Not wanting to hear it, he tried to change the subject, "Aren’t you going back? Traffic might delay the shoot if you don’t hurry."
"It won’t be delayed by a couple of words," Shen Zhiyi noticed his evasion, not understanding why. Without dwelling on it, she just said what she had thought all the way there, "You said ng Qiming wants to propose to , are you sure?"
That really startled her. If that were true, she didn’t know how she would face ng Qiming. Should she find an opportunity to have a proper talk with him? She really had no feelings for him.
"He didn’t say explicitly,"
She asked about ng Qiming, but Pei Yu didn’t feel any relief; instead, he felt even more frustrated, his already clouded expression turning a few shades colder.
"But that was almost what he ant."
Shen Zhiyi sighed silently. Alright, she really needed to find an opportunity to talk properly with ng Qiming. She had no idea what led him to think about marriage.
"I understand," Shen Zhiyi reopened the car door.
Pei Yu watched her get into the car and drive away, feeling extrely heavy in his chest. He faced the cold wind until his head ached before letting Secretary Qin bring the car around.
Just as he got into the car, the attentive Secretary Qin noticed sothing was amiss, "Chairman Pei, your hand?"
Wasn’t he going to et Miss Shen? How did he injure his hand like this?
In the short ti, the back of Pei Yu’s hand had swelled up slightly, with a nearly broken skin wound near the base of his thumb, scratched by the edge of a table.
Reminded by Secretary Qin, Pei Yu only then realized his hand was hurt, glanced at it with little concern, and let it hang down without any intention of treating it.
Secretary Qin felt the pain just looking at it, but seeing Pei Yu’s complete disinterest, he silently shifted his gaze away.
Well, it’s none of his business what the boss does, and it’s not him who’s in pain anyway.
The car headed towards Huating, and when Pei Yu walked into the main house, the butler was already prepared, greeting him along with the private doctor. Without waiting for Pei Yu to speak, the butler took the initiative, "Sir, Miss Shen said you injured your hand."
Stopping in his tracks, Pei Yu looked at him, "She told you that?"
"Yes," the butler gestured to the private doctor with his eyes, "Miss Shen said it would be best to tend to your hand, she’s quite concerned about the severity."
Shen Zhiyi didn’t go into details, and the butler couldn’t guess how Pei Yu had hurt his hand. Now seeing the injury, he felt her words were obviously exaggerated. It was just a bit swollen, bruised, and scraped, hardly serious, let alone fractured.
Of course, the butler didn’t let on any of these thoughts.
The private doctor treated the injury systematically while Pei Yu allowed him to work. Wanting to ssage Shen Zhiyi, he typed a few letters but kept making mistakes, realizing it was his right hand that was injured, and quite inconvenient at that.
A mont later, after the dicine was applied and the bandage was wrapped, the butler saw the doctor out. Pei Yu took a photo and sent it to Shen Zhiyi to tell her the injury had been dealt with.
Upon receiving the photo, Shen Zhiyi checked it imdiately and felt sowhat relieved. Upon arriving at the prepared studio, it suddenly struck her that the background of the photo was Huating’s living room, which surely ant he didn’t go to the hospital but had instead taken the injury straight to Huating.
Really now.
...
"Cut!"
Director ng was rather surprised, "Zhiyi, how did you mix up your lines?"
The aspect of Shen Zhiyi that Director ng found most reliable was her mory for lines; she seldom misspoke or forgot them. Sotis she could even remind her fellow actors of their parts. The lines for this scene weren’t particularly long or tongue-twisting, so her mistake caught him off guard.
Shen Zhiyi was just as surprised, as she hadn’t realized her error. But a second before, she had indeed been distracted when the actor opposite her, playing a character with the surna Pei.
She looked bewildered, "Which part did I get wrong?"
"Here," Director ng took the script and pointed to a large block of dialogue in the corner, "you said ’marriage’ instead of ’assassinate’."
The two words were nothing alike, and when she’d said it, even her fellow actor didn’t catch on imdiately, realizing it only halfway through their reply.
Director ng chuckled without any irritation, "How did you end up saying that? What a laugh, we should include it in the bloopers, haha—"
He was joking and laughing until he looked up to see Shen Zhiyi blushing, mistaking her embarrassnt as being thin-skinned and unable to take the joke, so he didn’t continue and handed her the script, "It’s just a minor slip-up, no big deal. Revisit your lines, and take the chance to touch up your makeup."
Shen Zhiyi sat down, holding the script over her face, her cheeks burning hot for a long ti.
Of course, she wasn’t embarrassed about the mistake with her lines; it was just that the slip-up invited so far-reaching imaginings.
Again, she thought of the question from the afternoon that she’d been trying very hard to ignore.
—"What if I proposed to you?"
What if... what if... This hypothesis made Shen Zhiyi’s heart race. She touched her chest, considering for the first ti sothing so far off.
Marriage, huh? Marriage...
She realized that if Pei Yu insisted on an answer from her, she would have the sa response.
Only the aning of the two responses couldn’t be more different.
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