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Chapter 27: “Aren’t You That Liar?”

Why did his tone sound so pitiful?

Sheng Li was almost melting in his arms, her lips and tongue numb, struggling to breathe. She thought to herself, wasn’t she the more pitiful one? However, Yu Chi’s show of vulnerability greatly satisfied her dominant psychology in their relationship. A brother who was both fierce and sweet—how could anyone not want to spoil him?

She raised her head and cupped his face, smiling tenderly, “Do you really distrust me that much?” Seeing how wronged he looked, she turned the tables on him, “If you keep being so guarded with me, I’ll think you’ve been deceived by some sister before. Tell me honestly, has it happened?”

Yu Chi: “...”

He shouldn’t have shown weakness. The sense of injustice in his eyes disappeared instantly. He coldly smirked, “Aren’t you that liar?”

“Don’t slander me. Have I slept with you? I just touched your abs and kissed a few times.” Sheng Li’s socks were soaked, making her feet feel cold and sticky, very uncomfortable. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stepped onto his foot, and threatened near his lips, “If you ever doubt my sincerity again, I’ll sleep with you directly.”

Yu Chi: “...”

Sheng Li felt that the thrill wasn’t enough yet, so she teasingly asked, “Did you buy condoms?”

Yu Chi: “...”

She was light, normally weighing 45 kg, and her weight on his feet didn’t create much pressure. He held her slender waist, lowered his head, and deeply gazed at her. His eyelids were thin; when he had no expression, he appeared cold and unfeeling. But he was also an actor with great talent. For an actor, the most important thing was to have depth in their eyes since emotions were most vividly expressed through them. He earnestly looked at her, his voice low and hoarse, asking, “If you really want it, I’ll go buy them right now.”

Sheng Li realized that when Yu Chi genuinely looked at someone without deliberately pretending, his eyes were exceptionally affectionate and innocent. Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, but she suddenly didn’t want to ruin that innocence at this moment. She tightened her arms around his neck and softly said, “I can’t bear to send you out in the middle of the night. We’ll have time to buy them in the next few days. Next time, sister will come to see you.”

For a moment, Yu Chi didn’t know how to react.

Thoughtfully, Sheng Li came up with a plan for him, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him, “Now, carry sister out. These wet socks are very uncomfortable.”

“Mm.” Yu Chi answered softly, picked up the T-shirt from the sink counter, supported her waist, bent down, and carried her horizontally.

He put on the slippers by the door, carried her to the living room, placed her on the sofa, glanced at her soaked white socks, and reached out to take them off. By the time Sheng Li realized, he had already taken off one. Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, she retracted her right foot.

“Don’t move.” He grabbed her ankle and took off the other sock too.

Her feet were fair and delicate, painted with red nail polish, even the heels were rosy and tender. Yu Chi held her slender ankle, using the T-shirt in his hand to wrap her feet. Sheng Li curled her toes inside, blushing and looking at his cold profile, unable to resist teasing, “It’s the first time someone used their own clothes to wipe my feet, Yu Xiao Chi. Do you love me that much? Honestly, have you loved me for a long time? And you’re still pretending in front of me.”

Yu Chi paused, pulled open the T-shirt, picked up the socks from the floor, rolled them together, and stuffed them into the nearby trash can.

Sheng Li: “...”

Yu Chi straightened up, coldly looking at her, “Is this what loving you looks like? Then sister’s previous boyfriends weren’t worth much either.”

“They weren’t as good as you.” Sheng Li smiled and winked at him, then glanced at the trash can, “But you… you’re quite wasteful with clothes.”

After silently watching her for a few seconds, Yu Chi turned and went back into the bedroom, pulling out a black T-shirt from the cabinet. The bedroom light was off, the door wide open, creating a dim and hazy atmosphere. Sheng Li leaned against the sofa, watching him. Even the simple act of putting on clothes was pleasing to watch. Barefoot, she walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom was small. Besides the bed and wardrobe, there was only a desk by the window with a stack of books and the old laptop on it, and a large black suitcase standing in the corner. That was all.

It was clear that Yu Chi hadn’t added anything to this place.

Sheng Li suddenly thought of Jiang Dong Min and Yu Man Qi. They ran a restaurant and definitely owned a house locally. Yu Chi was Yu Man Qi’s son, yet he rented a place outside, like a homeless child.

Yu Chi glanced at her and kicked the slippers over, “Put them on.”

Sheng Li bent down to wear the slippers. He had already turned to turn on the computer. After thinking for a moment, she returned to the living room, picked up the new laptop, placed it on the table, and commanded, “Use the new laptop. If you don’t use it, I’ll confiscate your old one later.”

Yu Chi turned to look at her, sneering, “What do you want with my broken computer?”

Looking at him, Sheng Li suddenly smiled, “Yu Xiao Chi, do you have porn on your computer?”

Yu Chi: “...”

He casually looked at her and quietly asked, “Yes, several GBs, various types. Sister wants to watch?”

Indeed, there were some on the computer, though not several GBs. In senior high school, the school didn’t allow students to bring laptops to the dormitory, but Yu Chi needed to work to earn living expenses, so he couldn’t leave the laptop behind. Fortunately, he had good grades, so every time the dorm supervisor or teacher checked, they ignored him. Thus, he was the only one in the dorm with a laptop. Hu Yi Yang and two other boys in the dorm downloaded some movies onto it, storing a few in the D drive.

Sheng Li’s face suddenly reddened. She had expected Yu Chi to say no, miscalculating. Grasping the edge of the table, she calmly glanced at the screen, “No need to watch. Those things aren’t filmed well. Those men are nowhere near as fit as you. If I wanted to watch, I’d rather look at you.”

Sounds like you have a lot of experience? Yu Chi snorted coldly, pulled out a chair, sat down, and ignored her.

Standing behind him, Sheng Li watched him plug the external hard drive into the old computer, copying the data from the old computer into it, guessing he was transferring it to the new computer. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she suddenly asked, “Does your stepfather have any children with your mom?”

Yu Chi paused, speaking indifferently, “Yes, a boy, in junior high.”

Sheng Li sympathetically stroked his face, about to say something, when her phone rang again.

She went to the living room to get her phone; it was Yuan Yuan calling. She glanced at the time—it was already half past midnight.

Yuan Yuan whispered, “Lili, everyone is almost done eating, but some guys might still drink for a while. Should you go back first? Otherwise, waiting until they all leave will be very late. Tomorrow, you don’t have to get up at 6:30, but you can only sleep until 8…” She paused, pulling out her trump card, “Sleeping too late affects your skin condition. Remember how bad your state was the day after you last went to exchange secret codes.”

Sheng Li clicked her tongue, impressed, “Alright, alright, I understand your good intentions. I’ll go back in a bit.”

Two minutes later, Sheng Li put on a hat and mask, wearing Yu Chi’s baseball jacket which covered her thighs, revealing her straight and fair legs. Yu Chi lazily stood by the door, holding his phone and keys, ready to escort her back. Sheng Li put on her white sneakers barefoot, looking up at him with a smile, “Yu Xiao Chi, buy me a pair of slippers too.”

Yu Chi: “...”

He understood. She meant, when buying condoms, get her a pair of slippers too.

He turned, twisted open the door, and said lowly with his back to her, “Mm.”

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That night, Yu Chi flawlessly passed the scene he had NG’ed over a dozen times the previous night.

Cheng Siqi stood next to Sheng Li, marveling, “This is too impressive. Is he really a newcomer?”

Sheng Li felt proud but spoke seriously, “Very impressive. He worked as an extra when he was young, acted in some dramas, but hasn’t joined a production in years. No one knows him, so he’s considered a newcomer.”

“How do you know so much?” Cheng Siqi curiously turned to look at her.

Sheng Li briefly mentioned that Yu Chi had been her assistant for a period, which wasn’t a secret in the crew. Even if she didn’t mention it now, Cheng Siqi would hear the gossip eventually. Instead of hiding it, it was better to be straightforward, which wouldn’t easily attract attention. Cheng Siqi’s recent path was somewhat similar to hers, and her resources were improving, her popularity rising. Perhaps her team intended this; if that was the case, they would inevitably become competitors. One must always be cautious.

Love needs to be nurtured, but career must be seized too.

After listening, Cheng Siqi smiled, “No wonder. Did you recommend Yu Chi to join the crew?”

“Brother Wei recommended him too.” Sheng Li didn’t deny it, nonchalantly smiling, “Have you seen ‘Flower Kill’? The young actor who played Brother Wei as a child was Yu Chi.”

Cheng Siqi was stunned, surprised, “Really? I saw it a few years ago, but I don’t remember clearly. I’ll rewatch it when I have time.”

After Yu Chi finished his scene, it was Sheng Li and Cheng Siqi’s turn for their confrontation scene. Director Liu called them over to discuss the scene, then let them prepare while he smoked a cigarette before starting the shoot.

Yuan Yuan came over with a phone, whispering, “Lili, Sister Rong just called to remind you to post on Weibo. If you’re busy, she’ll do it for you.”

Sheng Li rolled her eyes, took the phone, and snorted, “I’ll post it now.”

If Rong Hua were to post it, who knows what she’d write or what pictures she’d attach.

Half a minute later.

Sheng Li posted the tweet on Weibo.

Sheng Li V: Happy Birthday, Little Lu [cake].

She thought it was sufficiently official, not even attaching a picture. Just as she was about to hand the phone back to Yuan Yuan, Lu Xingyu called.

Was this person monitoring her Weibo?

Sheng Li answered, and Lu Xingyu lazily asked, “Sister, where’s my birthday gift?”

Last year, Lu Xingyu kept pestering her for a gift. Sheng Li packed two boxes of books from Dangdang and sent them to his home, sarcastically telling him to read more, which made him angry for half a month.

Sheng Li smiled sweetly, “Gift? I didn’t prepare one.”

Lu Xingyu pouted, “How can sister do this? I carefully prepare gifts for you every year on my birthday.”