After searching the surroundings without success and seeing the sky darken, they could only return dejectedly to the inn. Coincidentally, at the inn's entrance, they saw a sowhat familiar woman holding the shivering Siren. After a pitiful ow, poor little Siren leaped into Ji Yaoguang's arms, nuzzling her vigorously. "Where did you run off to—" Such reproachful words lingered in her mind for a mont before dissipating upon seeing Siren's pitiful state.
"We were looking everywhere for it. Thank you!" Ji Yaoguang's words were full of gratitude. The source of that familiar feeling was finally found in her mory—wasn't this the girl who had hesitated about having her write a love letter? She didn't know how that had turned out.
"I saw it in a broken pit at my friend's old house. Seeing it was your cat, Teacher Ji, I hurried to bring it back. I don't know how it got to such a remote place." The woman smiled gently, waving to Ji Yaoguang, "I'll head back now, soone's waiting for ."
The joy of finding Siren diluted all other emotions, making her want to tie up this mischievous little thing— Before Ji Yaoguang could turn to say a few words to Chang Yu, Bian Yuting tugged at her sleeve. Her expression was quite complex, her eyes hiding strange emotions never seen before. Hurriedly handing Siren to Chang Yu, Ji Yaoguang was pulled by Bian Yuting to a secluded corner.
"Are Chang Yu and Cheng Henian close?"
Caught off guard by this sudden question, Ji Yaoguang was sowhat puzzled. She shook her head and replied, "Not particularly close, I think. Why? Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
"No, that's not what I wanted to ask," Bian Yuting sighed. She leaned close to Ji Yaoguang and said mysteriously, "Have you noticed Chang Yu acting strangely lately? As if she's possessed or sothing."
Ji Yaoguang didn't like hearing this. She pushed away her unreliable best friend a bit and snorted, "You're the one who's possessed! Chang Yu is perfectly fine."
"Pah!" Bian Yuting spat. "Ji Yaoguang, wake up! You only see the good in Chang Yu. Don't you think you're lowering yourself too much? Do you even know what self-respect is anymore? The ancients said, 'Too much is as bad as too little.' Go ho and think about it."
"I know," Ji Yaoguang sighed lightly, still not letting go of the previous question. "Why do you say Chang Yu is acting strange?" If anyone in this group was strange, it was probably her, Ji Yaoguang. She wasn't even sure if she belonged to this world.
"I accidentally overheard Chang Yu on the phone, asking about feng shui and mystical stuff. She even asked Qiao Xi to find very effective temples or Taoist shrines. She doesn't seem like soone who'd believe in these things, does she?" Bian Yuting frowned. "Do you know what's going on?"
Ji Yaoguang's heart skipped a beat. She had never heard Chang Yu ntion this before. Could she have sensed sothing? Shaking her head nonchalantly, she glanced at Bian Yuting and laughed, "You must be dreaming. The show's filming is almost over. Hurry back to S City and stop being an eyesore."
"Oh, Ji Yaoguang, have you no humanity? I ca here for you. Don't you know Su Ci has beco soone else's manager? As far as I know, she won't be changing companies." Bian Yuting gently pushed Ji Yaoguang, half-jokingly saying, "Don't end up not even being friends afterward."
"Stop being such a jinx," Ji Yaoguang retorted as soon as Bian Yuting finished speaking. She noticed her eyelid twitching more intensely, that feeling of panic refusing to dissipate. She smoothed her sleeves and snorted coldly, "I'm done talking to you. I'm going back."
Bian Yuting smiled and said, "Alright, alright, go find your Teacher Chang. If you two could balance each other out, that would be perfect." She crossed her arms and leaned against a pillar, watching Ji Yaoguang's figure gradually disappear. The smile on her face suddenly sank. Ji Yaoguang had a strong hostility towards An Muyu, probably because that An was so eager to curry favor with Chang Yu. Didn't she know she looked like a howrecker? She had no self-awareness at all. Laughing coldly, she took out her phone and dialed a familiar number. After a while, she heard that lazy tone accompanied by music in her ear.
"The show's filming is almost over here. Do you have ti to et?" Bian Yuting lowered her voice.
"No ti. Goodbye, Miss Bian," ca the quick reply before the call was cut off.
A curse nearly leaped from her throat. Looking at the na on her phone contacts that made her grind her teeth in hatred, Bian Yuting's face was like an overturned paint box, a spectacular mix of red and white. Finally, she snorted and turned to leave the small place.
Cats erging from the bushes called out to spring.
The most piercing cry ca from Ji Yaoguang's room.
One by one, the bristles on Siren's fur were plucked out. Finally freed, Siren jumped down from Ji Yaoguang and circled around Chang Yu's feet, owing pitifully. "Don't spoil this ugly cat! Couldn't you just stay in the inn? Why did you have to run around everywhere?" Putting down the scissors, Ji Yaoguang glared at Siren, now missing several tufts of fur, and scolded in a low voice.
"Do you really think it ran out on its own?" Chang Yu leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping the table rhythmically.
"You an—" Ji Yaoguang suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with an unusual light. "But Siren is just a small cat. Who would want to harm it? What reason could there be?"
"We can see when the show airs," Chang Yu smiled lightly. She took out the almost completed "peace and safety" plaque from the drawer and carefully tied a string to it. Even without caran and equipnt visible to everyone, those who had been in the entertainnt industry knew that all their actions were still captured by the production team. Sotis, removing the equipnt was just to help the actors relax and perform better. Unexpectedly, there were so "surprises." "Director Zhao's principle for this show is to cut as little as possible. When you went out with Bian Yuting, I received a call from him asking if certain segnts were worth keeping."
Ji Yaoguang understood Chang Yu's aning and widened her eyes, "Are you saying An Muyu did sothing to Siren?"
Chang Yu nodded slightly: "That's right." Her nimble fingers wove through the red string, finally pulling it tight to secure the knot. She took Ji Yaoguang's hand and placed the small wooden plaque in her palm, saying softly, "This is a peace and safety charm. Wear it with you. I asked so masters earlier about how to paint the cinnabar."
Was this what Bian Yuting had overheard? The weight in Ji Yaoguang's heart lifted. She held the charm in her palm and chuckled, "Having you by my side is enough."
"I'm sorry," Chang Yu's face showed a hint of guilt. She spoke, "I've been busy with various things before and never had ti. Fortunately, this show provides enough personal space, so I finally completed it."
"It's alright," Ji Yaoguang cherished the small wooden plaque, alternating between looking down at it and up at Chang Yu's expression. She murmured, then said, "Work matters are more important, right?"
"No, don't say that," Chang Yu frowned, then sighed. "After this show's filming is over, let's take so ti to go out together. I'm sorry I haven't given you enough sense of security, which has led to your current confusion and anxiety. There are so things I've wanted to tell you for a long ti, but I didn't know how to start."
"Then wait until you've figured it out to tell ," Ji Yaoguang smiled, narrowing her eyes. "Right now, I think I need to take a photo. I want to show everyone this 'peace and safety charm' that my wife gave !"
"Mm," Chang Yu's eyes also filled with a smile. She rested her chin on her hand, watching Ji Yaoguang take photos and upload them with a joyful expression. Actually, before this, she had always felt that her relationship with Ji Yaoguang was just between the two of them, having nothing to do with others. She rarely expressed emotions on Weibo for fans to see. Ji Yaoguang might have had so displays of affection at first, but later, probably disappointed by her coldness, gradually lost interest in interacting— this mistake was on her.
The updates on Weibo ca quickly, and as soon as this post was published, there were many comnts below. There was one thing Chang Yu couldn't understand: many inexplicable anti-fans, who had never even seen Ji Yaoguang act in any drama and were unfamiliar with everything about her, began hurling abuse, as if hating for the sake of hating. Was it dissatisfaction with reality? Or were they instructed by soone? One or two could be attributed to the diversity of people in the world, but if they appeared in batches and rhythmically, it warranted a thorough investigation.
"Look, your fan has appeared again, saying I'm not good enough for you," Ji Yaoguang ntioned this again, her tone no longer carrying any hint of complaint. Had she beco accustod to such verbal bombardnt? Chang Yu's heart jolted, feeling a chill run down her spine, dispersing all the warmth in her body, leaving only a bone-deep coldness. What right did these people have to say such things? A surge of hatred rose in her heart. Chang Yu opened Weibo and found that comnt.
Userna Does Not Exist: Ji Yaoguang, get lost. You're not worthy of my goddess, okay?
Each word felt like a knife stabbing her heart. Chang Yu looked up at Ji Yaoguang's calm expression, even bearing a faint smile. Had she started to view such attacks as jokes about others? Why was it like this? How could it be like this? Chang Yu blinked, her trembling hands typing on the keyboard. Her tone was severe, even sowhat fierce.
Chang Yu V: She is the stars, she is the sea, she is my aspiration. As for you, I don't think you're worthy of being my fan. Please unfollow, thank you. This isn't directed at just one person, but at all those on my Weibo who harbor malice towards my loved one. Please leave my Weibo and give us so peace. @Userna Does Not Exist: Ji Yaoguang, get lost. You're not worthy of my goddess, okay?
As soon as Chang Yu made a move, Ji Yaoguang received a notification. She liked Chang Yu's post and turned to smile, "I have an ominous feeling that the topic #ChangYuRebukeFans# is going to trend." Despite saying "ominous," her eyes showed no worry, but rather a light-hearted and self-satisfied look.
Why should so people give her face?
"Alright, your aloof, otherworldly image is about to be shattered. The sanctimonious ones will stand up to criticize you, saying that as a public figure, you need to be mindful of your words and actions at all tis," Ji Yaoguang laughed again.
"You seem to be gloating," Chang Yu glanced at her.
Ji Yaoguang shrugged and smiled in response: "Do I? I also liked your post. I don't think we've done anything wrong."
Emotions suddenly surged at Ji Yaoguang's words. Chang Yu gazed at Ji Yaoguang's face, murmuring sowhat resentfully, "Why didn't you say anything?" But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized this was all her own problem. She leaned forward, hugging Ji Yaoguang tightly, full of apology and heartache as she said, "I'm sorry. It was my indifference that put you in this situation. This big mistake was caused by
alone. It's laughable that I even pushed many things onto you."
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