Having resolved a difficult matter on his mind, Sheng Yan imdiately issued an eviction order, "Prepare a docunt for my schedule and give it to . You can rest now."
Zhang Ming: "..." What’s with this feeling of being used and discarded?
Under the cold gaze of Big Boss Sheng, as Zhang Ming was about to leave, he couldn’t restrain his curiosity and asked, "Fine, I won’t ask anything about that actress, but you have to tell why a docunt is needed, haven’t we always used spreadsheets before?"
Sheng Yan said indifferently, "It’s more convenient to show it to her in docunt form."
Zhang Ming: Already coughing up blood!
Earlier he asked him whether confessing was a success or a failure, which showed that their relationship wasn’t officially confird, yet now he was already diligently preparing to report his schedule to her—does he have to be such a loyal dog!
Zhang Ming looked at Sheng Yan’s face, which bore a ’pleased with oneself’ expression, and after so thought, ultimately didn’t burst his bubble but opened the door and left.
People in love, he guessed, Sheng Yan wouldn’t listen to anything he said anyway. What he didn’t know was whether the woman’s character was good or not.
It should be good, otherwise Sheng Yan wouldn’t have been drawn to her...
After returning to his room, Zhang Ming seriously considered not telling Aunt Sheng about Sheng Yan’s romance.
After all, Sheng Yan’s love life wasn’t stable yet; he didn’t want Aunt Sheng to co rushing over and cause unnecessary trouble.
These days, you can break up if you date and even get a divorce if you’re married; he’d just wait and see a bit longer.
The next morning, as soon as He Jinxia opened her groggy eyes and checked her phone, she saw a new ssage on WeChat. Opening it, she found a picture that Sheng Yan had sent in the early hours of the morning.
Opening the photo, He Jinxia was stunned—it was Sheng Yan’s schedule!
Staring at the schedule for a good while, her senses gradually sobered up, and a faint smile curled her lip as she ticulously reviewed the planned schedule, muttering softly, "Not being cautious at all..."
Her tone was slightly complacent, but her smile was sweet.
Getting out of bed to wash up, He Jinxia deliberately stamped her left foot. If not exerted too strongly, it didn’t hurt at all; the bruise was still slightly visible, but thankfully, her ankle wasn’t swollen.
When Cheng Xiaohua drove her to Film City that morning, she specifically looked at He Jinxia’s ankle. The heavy stone in her heart finally fell.
She sighed in relief, "It’s good that the sprain wasn’t severe. Today, we’ve only scheduled scenes that don’t require physical effort, so your foot shouldn’t get hurt any further."
He Jinxia turned her head to look out the window, her eyes slightly curved, her mood was very good, and her voice was particularly bright, "Yes, thankfully it’s not too severe."
This was also thanks to soone massaging it for so long last night.
Ultimately, Sheng Yan didn’t fulfill his promise to continue massaging her ankle that evening.
That night, after the film crew finished, Director Li stopped Sheng Yan to discuss the script.
Generally, an actor drawing the director’s attention could an three things: first, the actor’s performance is so poor that the director scolds him; second, the actor’s performance is spirited, prompting the director to take a liking and offer so advice; third, the actor is a big star with impressive performance, earning the director’s trust to the extent that the director would even change the script based on his suggestions.
For the last scenario, it’s an honor and a responsibility for the actor.
Director Li was famously responsible in the industry, and Sheng Yan respected the aging gentleman, hence he was delayed in returning to the hotel.
When he did return to the hotel, it was already ten o’clock at night.
Sheng Yan thought it over, but didn’t go down to He Jinxia’s place, fearing she might already be resting and that his visit might instead disturb her. Therefore, he only left a few words in a WeChat ssage, advising her to massage her ankle well and explaining why he hadn’t co down that day.
What he didn’t know was that from the mont He Jinxia started work until finishing, her mood had been beautiful. In the evening, she even constantly looked at herself in the mirror, puzzling over her reflection, falling into a reverie.
After daydreaming, she lay on the bed to think, and after contemplating all night last night, she was ready to properly respond to what Sheng Yan had said yesterday.
But she didn’t expect that waiting would lead her directly to fall asleep; in the end, she was woken up by the vibration of her phone.
She had set her WeChat to "Do Not Disturb" mode from 10:30 PM to 8:00 AM the next morning; during this ti, ssages would co in silently, only causing the notification light to blink.
The ssage from Sheng Yan arrived precisely at 10:29 PM, the phone vibrated, and imdiately woke He Jinxia up.
Upon reading the ssage, He Jinxia sighed lightly, a trace of helplessness crossing her face. It seed that her answer would have to wait a few more days before she could tell Sheng Yan.
Being a star had its drawbacks; even working in the sa Film City, their days were monopolized by the film crew, leaving no ti to see each other.
Not to ntion, their differing statuses ant they rarely got the sa gigs, further reducing the chances of eting up.
When celebrities date, a common reason given for public breakups is the lack of ti together, which diminishes feelings—a sowhat convenient excuse, but indeed a significant factor in many breakups.
He Jinxia replied with a simple, "Okay."
As soon as Sheng Yan received the ssage, he imdiately called her. His voice, deep and llow, was like a lullaby, tempting her to fall back asleep right away.
Sheng Yan, "Haven’t you gone to sleep yet?"
He Jinxia rubbed her eyes, her voice groggy, "Just got woken up."
Sheng Yan, "Woken by the sound of my text?"
He Jinxia softly humd in response, like a light feather brushing against his heart.
Sheng Yan paused, then stood up, "I’ll co down to you."
He Jinxia turned over in bed, humming lightly, "No need, I’m really sleepy."
Her languid voice made Sheng Yan’s heart itch and beco even softer.
He opened his laptop to search for a fairy tale, then spoke quietly, "Then may I lull you back to sleep?"
He Jinxia paused montarily. Whether it was her groggy state dulling her senses, the ambiance, or probably Sheng Yan’s patient voice coaxing her—she didn’t think about anything else then, just wanted to say what she deeply felt.
Perhaps it was a bit impulsive, as such aningful words shouldn’t be conveyed over a phone, but... what the heck!
So, after waiting for a while, Mr. Sheng heard a sentence that kept him up all night:
"Sheng Yan, there was sothing I forgot to say last night—"
Her speech paused, then He Jinxia’s crisp voice with a hint of playfulness ca through, "I like you too."
She said she likes !
She likes !!
She likes !!!
Sheng Yan repeated the sentence in his head, in a daze, suddenly feeling an urge to punch a wall.
His heart beat faster than ever, even more nervous than when he confessed yesterday, his entire chest vibrating, feeling as if his blood was rushing backward to his brain.
He truly wanted to be by Jinxia’s side right then, to hold her in his arms, to do what he had wanted yet dared not do the previous night.
In the next mont of excitent, the girl he loved threw a bucket of cold water on him—
"So sleepy, I’m going to sleep now, good night."
Sheng Yan’s eyes flickered, he ca back to his senses and whispered, "Good night."
Good night, my beloved girl.
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