Everyone had a farewell al, then returned to their rooms to sleep, ready to go their separate ways the next day.
Jiang Siming returned to his room but did not secretly go looking for Reba.
To be honest, Jiang Siming felt that knowing Reba for less than a day and then doing *that* with her would make him feel guilty.
Besides, he wasn’t that kind of person—his morals were so high, and his thoughts were so pure. How could he do such a "beastly" thing?
(*Author: Can you stop pretending? If it weren’t for the recent crackdown, would you still be acting innocent?*)
The night passed without incident.
On the third day, Jiang Siming packed his luggage, preparing to head to the airport.
As he went downstairs, he saw Reba sitting in the lobby, pretending to look at her phone, but occasionally glancing toward the hotel interior as if waiting for soone. Discover more stories at
When Jiang Siming appeared, Reba imdiately put her phone away, picked up her luggage, and prepared to leave.
"So early? Did you sleep well last night?" Jiang Siming greeted her.
Reba pursed her lips and shook her head.
"Insomnia? That’s not good for a girl. It can cause wrinkles," Jiang Siming said seriously.
Reba tilted her head and finally asked, "Are you really not coming back to this show?"
"I never said I wouldn’t, but it might be a long ti. I’m not a celebrity, and I’m not really interested in variety shows. I prefer gaming and streaming," Jiang Siming replied without hesitation.
He had joined the variety show just for fun. He might participate in others in the future, but only when he had free ti and wanted to have fun.
Unlike real celebrities, who do variety shows season after season for exposure and popularity, he was just in it for enjoynt.
So, it was still the sa answer.
Reba felt a little down but finally mustered the courage to say, "Then I’ll wait for you, no matter when you co."
Jiang Siming’s eyelid twitched, and he forced a smile. "Why make it sound like a tragic farewell? You can always watch my streams. Plus, I promised to play gas with you, rember?"
"You really an it?" Reba’s beautiful eyes lit up again.
"Of course! Having a big celebrity in my stream will definitely attract more viewers. I just have to prepare for your male fans’ outrage, but I can handle it, don’t worry."
"Great! I’ll get a better computer as soon as I get ho. I heard PUBG needs a good setup. When I have ti, I’ll ask you to play with !" Reba said cheerfully.
Reba’s smile was truly stunning, and even Jiang Siming couldn’t help but be montarily captivated.
"No problem. I’ll carry you to victory—or straight into the trash heap."
"Pfft~"
It was Reba’s first ti hearing this joke, and she burst out laughing.
"If you’re really going to play with , shouldn’t you give
your number? Unless you’re just saying it?"
"Of course not. I’ll give you my phone number, WeChat, and QQ. That should be enough, right?"
Jiang Siming said as they exchanged contact information, actually giving her all three.
"That’s more like it. When I call you, you better pick up!" Reba "warned" him.
"Don’t worry, I’ll set your ringtone to ’Air Raid Siren.’ The whole building will hear it when you call," Jiang Siming joked.
Reba playfully rolled her eyes at him, but she didn’t even feel like *hitting* him anymore.
It wasn’t that she was too lazy to do it—maybe she just couldn’t bring herself to.
"Well... I’m leaving now. My manager is waiting for ," Reba said hesitantly.
"Wait a minute," Jiang Siming suddenly stopped her.
"Is there sothing else?" Reba imdiately paused the mont he spoke.
"You’re signed with Yang Xiaomi’s studio, right? How long is your contract?" Jiang Siming asked.
After all, a studio was just a small operation with limited resources. Yang Xiaomi had many artists under her, so Reba didn’t get many opportunities.
Just looking at the dramas she had starred in—most were unknown productions.
If it weren’t for Reba’s outstanding performances, she wouldn’t have gained as much popularity as she had now.
Before knowing Reba, Jiang Siming wouldn’t have cared to help.
But now, even though they weren’t exactly close, this girl clearly had feelings for him. If he didn’t help her out, it would feel wrong.
"Yeah, the contract was for five years. It just expired this year, and I was planning to renew it. Why?"
Reba asked in confusion.
"Are you interested in joining Huayi?"
"Huayi?"
"Yes. Would you believe
if I said I’m the new chairman of Huayi?" Jiang Siming decided to stop being low-key—why not be high-profile for once!
"I believe you." Reba answered without hesitation. She truly didn’t know Jiang Siming’s background, but the mont he said it, she chose to believe him.
"Then think about it. If you co to Huayi, I can make sure the company takes care of you. If you stay at another studio and end up accepting so overly revealing roles, I won’t want you anymore." Jiang Siming said proudly.
Reba’s face turned completely red, and her head was almost steaming.
What did he an by that?
Was he saying that he wanted her?
"I would never take on revealing roles! I haven’t even fild a kissing scene before!" Reba refuted shyly, her face flushed.
"Enough nonsense, are you coming or not? Just give
a straight answer."
Jiang Siming displayed his full masculine dominance. He was never wrong—even if he was, she wasn’t allowed to say it.
"I never said I wouldn’t go… But… you have to at least let
talk to Sister Man first. She’s been good to , after all. I promise I’ll be quick!" Reba said softly.
"Fine then. Let
know your decision. I’m leaving first."
Jiang Siming took a step forward to leave but suddenly stopped.
"You said you’ve never fild a kissing scene before?" He turned back to ask.
"Mm. Even if there was one, it was shot using cara angles. We Uyghur girls are very traditional. Even in acting, my mother never let
casually give away my first kiss…" Reba shyly played with the hem of her clothes as she spoke.
"In that case… I won’t hold back!"
Jiang Siming dropped his luggage, reached out toward Reba, and pressed his lips against hers.
By the ti Reba snapped back to her senses, Jiang Siming had already walked away, dragging his suitcase behind him.
She stood frozen, covering her lips with her hands, her face as red as blood.
"That shaless scoundrel… big bad guy!"
Reba muttered complaints about Jiang Siming, but there wasn’t a hint of anger on her face—only a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. A pair of lovebirds falling into a dream…
Reba’s manager had seen everything from the car. She imdiately rushed over and said, "Did he do that on purpose? Should I call the police?"
"No, no! Sister Man, we were just ssing around…" Reba quickly stopped her furious manager.
"Oh, is that so? You should’ve said so earlier! You had
worried for nothing. ’ssing around,’ huh? Just admit you’re dating already." Sister Man, being more experienced, saw right through it.
Reba could only lower her head like an ostrich.
It was all that scoundrel’s fault! Next ti she saw him, she would make sure he paid for this!
But as she thought about it, Reba suddenly smiled.
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