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Listening to Sheng Chun’s complaints, Bo Ying couldn’t help but laugh.
“Besides being a rumored love interest, have you two ever dated?”
Sheng Chun thought back and said, “Does one day count?”
“Huh?” Bo Ying was shocked, “One day?”
Sheng Chun nodded. She had a crush on Lin Yu for a long time, and when they both entered the entertainment industry, they were rumored to be a couple.
After being in the industry for quite a while, one day Lin Yu asked her if she liked him. Sheng Chun was quite innocent back then and frankly admitted it.
Lin Yu smiled and asked her if she wanted to be with him.
Sheng Chun naturally agreed.
However, after they got together, Lin Yu wanted to hold her hand, and Sheng Chun let him.
But she felt strange everywhere.
Anyway, she just felt uncomfortable all over.
By night, Lin Yu even tried to kiss her.
For adults in a relationship, it’s perfectly reasonable to kiss or even go to bed on the first day. But Sheng Chun couldn’t do it; she dodged Lin Yu’s kiss and ran home.
After sitting silently at home for two hours, she broke up with Lin Yu.
She felt that she really had no feelings for Lin Yu now. Perhaps it was just the unrequited crush of her youth, so when he asked, she wanted to agree.
But in reality, she had long stopped liking Lin Yu.
Bo Ying listened and chuckled for a while, “Then, in Mr. Pei’s eyes, he’s actually still your ex-boyfriend.”
Sheng Chun: “I guess so.”
Bo Ying smiled, “So what are you planning to do?”
Because of this, Sheng Chun angrily ‘ran away from home’ to hang out at Bo Ying’s place.
At the moment, the two were curled up in the home theater watching a movie.
Sheng Chun took a big gulp of beer, half-reclined on the sofa, watching the big screen, and lightly hummed, “If he doesn’t apologize to me, we’re over.”
Bo Ying chuckled, turning to look at her, “Really?”
Sheng Chun met her gaze, thought for a moment, and said, “Oh, no.”
She hesitated for a few seconds and then said, “He has to let me take this role.”
Hearing that, Bo Ying raised an eyebrow, “Are you really that fond of this role?”
“...”
The question left Sheng Chun momentarily unsure how to answer.
Did she really like it that much?
Actually, not at first, but her rebellious streak was very strong; the more she was forbidden from doing something, the more she wanted to do it. A role she originally only liked seventy percent, because of Pei Yan’s interference, she now liked ninety percent.
Bo Ying observed her expression, and a guess formed in her mind.
“Is it because Mr. Pei won’t let you take it, that you like it more now?”
Sheng Chun had no choice but to admit truthfully, “Indeed.”
Bo Ying let out a small laugh, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at her, “Honestly, I feel a little sorry for Mr. Pei.”
Sheng Chun pouted, letting out a dismissive “Tch,” “What’s there to feel sorry for him about? He’s so chauvinistic, he deserves to be single his whole life.”
Bo Ying raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you his girlfriend?”
“What am I?” As the words left her mouth, Sheng Chun suddenly stared intently at Bo Ying.
Bo Ying felt her heart pound under her gaze: “Wh... what’s wrong?”
Sheng Chun was silent, then whispered, “Do you think I should tell Pei Yan?”
Bo Ying was startled, “You mean about you betting with your colleague and then seducing him?”
“Mm,” Sheng Chun continued drinking, “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. I always feel uneasy not saying it.”
Bo Ying pondered for a moment and offered her advice, “If you feel a lot of psychological pressure from not saying it, then you should say it.” She paused, “I don’t think Mr. Pei is a petty person.”
Hearing this, Sheng Chun complained without thinking, “When he gets petty, he’s not human.” “...”
As they drank, they inexplicably got drunk.
Sheng Chun hadn’t been sleeping well recently due to arguing with Pei Yan, so she didn’t care about anything and simply curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
When Pei Yan arrived after receiving the call, he saw this scene.
She hugged her arms, her legs bent, her whole body curled up somewhat resentfully on the sofa, like a sleeping child.
Smelling the alcohol in the room, Pei Yan lowered his gaze, got up, and walked closer.
He bent down and picked her up in one go.
“Who...” Sheng Chun mumbled, forcing her eyes open, “What are you doing?”
Pei Yan looked at her, “Can you recognize me?” “...Nonsense,” Sheng Chun said drunkenly, “What are you doing here?”
Pei Yan squinted at her, pinched her face, and said through gritted teeth, “What do you think?”
The two argued as they left. After putting her in the car, Pei Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
A drunk Sheng Chun was too difficult to handle.
She had a terrible temper, and just now she had kicked him several times.
Once in the car, Sheng Chun struggled with the seatbelt.
Pei Yan chuckled softly, leaned over to buckle her in, and warned in a deep voice, “Behave.”
Sheng Chun didn’t listen.
She turned to look at him, remaining silent.
Pei Yan lowered his gaze, “What’s wrong?”
“You’re being mean to me.” Sheng Chun looked at him, tears suddenly streaming down her face, accusing him, “You’re actually being mean to me. I don’t want to be with you anymore, I’m leaving.”
Saying that, she tried to unbuckle her seatbelt.
Pei Yan’s temples throbbed, his head aching.
“I wasn’t being mean to you.”
“You were!” Sheng Chun said unreasonably, “Not only were you mean to me, you also cut off my resources, you deliberately prevent me from becoming famous and going out to film, you just want to blacklist me...”
All the way, Sheng Chun talked a lot.
Everything she said was an accusation against Pei Yan, whether it was something he did or not, she blamed him for everything.
At the crossroads, Sheng Chun suddenly sobered up a little.
“Where are we going now? I want to go home, don’t you dare sell me! I want to go home, I want to go home!”
“This is the way home,” Pei Yan suppressed his temper, patiently informing her.
“No, no,” Sheng Chun yelled, “My home is at—” She reported the location of her apartment.
Pei Yan had a headache and ignored Sheng Chun.
“I’m calling the police.” After turning a corner, Sheng Chun suddenly said, “You’re kidnapping me.”
Pei Yan: “...”
“Don’t think that just because you’re handsome, doing this isn’t a crime. It’s still a crime, you know that!” Sheng Chun uttered word by word, “I advise you to pull over and let me out right now. I’ve played a female police officer, I’m very skilled...”
At first, Pei Yan was a little annoyed.
But as he listened, he felt a little like laughing. He curved his lips, and asked softly, “Am I handsome?”
Sheng Chun: “...Don’t try to trick me, you bad guy!”
Pei Yan: “...”
“I want to go home!”
Sheng Chun repeated again, “I want to go home, send me home.”
In the end, Pei Yan had no choice. Fearing she would cause more trouble, he could only turn around and send her home.
Back at her own home, Sheng Chun continued to fuss.
One moment she wanted water, the next she wanted a bath. Pei Yan served the ‘ancestor’ one more time. When she finally fell asleep, he stared at Sheng Chun’s sleeping face for a long time, unable to control his strength, and pinched her cheek.
Sheng Chun winced in pain, frowned, swatted his hand away, and mumbled, “Don’t bother me. If you bother me again, you’re finished.”
Pei Yan: “...”
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When Sheng Chun woke up, there was no one in the room.
She lifted the blanket and saw that Pei Yan had been a good person and put a nightgown on her.
Sheng Chun pouted, then threw back the covers and got out of bed.
After washing up in the bathroom, Sheng Chun sat cross-legged on the sofa, about to order takeout, when a text message from an unknown number came in.
[Are you awake?]
Sheng Chun stared at the message for three seconds, guessing who it was.
After learning that Pei Yan had arranged the movie she wanted to take for someone else, Sheng Chun angrily argued with him and quickly blacklisted his WeChat and phone number.
Looking at the message for a long time, Sheng Chun didn’t reply.
She continued her previous actions, opened the food delivery app, ordered several breakfast items she wanted to eat, and then started tidying the house.
There wasn’t much to tidy, actually. Although she didn’t live in this apartment often, a house cleaner came every week to clean it, just in case she wanted to move back someday, so it wouldn’t be covered in dust.
About half an hour later, the doorbell rang.
Sheng Chun opened the door, reaching out with a masked hand.
“Hello, your delivery.”
“Thank you.”
Taking it, Sheng Chun was about to close the door. Suddenly, another male voice sounded from the side, “Miss Sheng.”
Sheng Chun was stunned and looked up at the person who appeared before her.
“You are?”
The person held a bag in his hand and said in a low voice, “Mr. Pei asked me to bring you breakfast.”
“...”
Sheng Chun paused, then lowered her gaze to the bag. It was breakfast from a five-star hotel that she particularly liked; the taste was excellent.
After a moment, Sheng Chun said, “No need.”
Her expression was indifferent, “I already have breakfast. Take this back to your Mr. Pei.”
As she spoke, she tried to close the door.
The man had no choice but to block it, “Miss Sheng.”
He said helplessly, “Mr. Pei said if you don’t accept it, I shouldn’t go back either.”
Sheng Chun: “...”
She thought for a moment; this was typical of Pei Yan.
She was silent for a while, then pointed to the floor, “Put it here.”
“Huh?”
Sheng Chun: “Tell Pei Yan I accepted it.”
The man looked troubled, “Miss Sheng.”
“If you don’t want to, then stand guard here,” Sheng Chun said mercilessly, “Anyway, I’m not going out today. Just make sure the security doesn’t escort you away later.”
“...”
Closing the door, Sheng Chun sat on the carpet and began to eat breakfast.
Zhou Luoling knew she had argued with Pei Yan and specially called her via video to ‘check in’.
“Are you okay?”
As soon as she spoke, she saw the breakfast laid out in front of Sheng Chun.
“Damn!” Zhou Luoling couldn’t help but curse, “Is this your sadness?”
Sheng Chun deliberately picked up a small steamed bun and waved it in front of Zhou Luoling through the camera, “Want some, Singer Zhou?”
Zhou Luoling: “Ugh.”
She was annoyed, “Couldn’t you have finished eating before answering my call?”
Sheng Chun raised an eyebrow, “Well, I was worried you couldn’t wait.”
Zhou Luoling was speechless, joking flirtatiously, “I’m not Mr. Pei, what can’t I wait for?”
Sheng Chun was choked by her words.
“Talk properly. You’re a big star, how can your mind be filled with such vulgar thoughts?”
Zhou Luoling: “You corrupted me.”
Sheng Chun refused to take the blame for that.
She “hmph”ed, “Your own mind is unhealthy, don’t blame me.”
Zhou Luoling “tch”ed, “Did you break up with Mr. Pei?”
Sheng Chun: “Almost.”
Zhou Luoling looked at her amused, “Are you really willing?”
“Yes, I am,” Sheng Chun said indistinctly, biting into a steamed bun, “This dog-man’s chauvinism is too severe, I need to escape early.”
“Seriously?”
Sheng Chun glanced at her, not replying.
Zhou Luoling laughed, “I knew you wouldn’t be willing to let go.” She propped her chin on her hand, smiling, “If it were me, I wouldn’t be willing either.”
Sheng Chun didn’t respond.
After finishing breakfast, Sheng Chun finally answered her question.
“Lingling.”
“Huh?”
With her sudden serious tone, Zhou Luoling was a little confused, “Tell me, are you planning to retire from the industry and have me support you or something?”
Sheng Chun was speechless, “I don’t need you to support me.”
Thinking of Bo Ying and He Jingxiu’s relationship, and the romances of her other friends, she said softly, “I kind of want to be in a relationship.”
Zhou Luoling blinked, “You and Mr. Pei aren’t already—”
Halfway through her sentence, she remembered their unclear relationship. She closed her mouth, remained silent for a few seconds, then said, “Okay, I understand what you mean.”
“Mm.”
Sheng Chun thought, I want to be in a relationship that I can tell the whole world about.
She wanted to tell everyone that this person was her boyfriend, and she also hoped that when her boyfriend introduced her, he could tell his friends and family, “This is my girlfriend.”
They would have normal dates, normal romantic lives, unlike what she and Pei Yan had now.
Although she thoroughly enjoyed her time with Pei Yan and liked him very much, she wanted more.
“So you’re planning to break up with Mr. Pei? Not try to make it work?” Zhou Luoling thought, “I think Mr. Pei really likes you.”
“Who doesn’t like me?” Sheng Chun said proudly, “I’m so beautiful, everyone likes me.”
Zhou Luoling was too lazy to screenshot her haters’ comments to her.
“I need some time to think.”
Zhou Luoling raised an eyebrow, “Alright. Good luck.”
Sheng Chun acknowledged.
“Oh, right, I’m joining a new film crew in a few days.”
Zhou Luoling: “Huh? Wasn’t that movie you wanted given to someone else by Pei Yan?”
“That’s right,” Sheng Chun said, “I’m going to a different crew.”
Zhou Luoling: “?? Which one?”
Sheng Chun truthfully replied, “The one that caused a big stir online a while ago.”
Zhou Luoling tried hard to recall, then exclaimed, “Holy cow! You got the lead actress role?”
“...Mm.”
“Pei Yan arranged it?”
Sheng Chun rolled her eyes, “I auditioned too, okay?!”
With Pei Yan’s connections, yes, but she got the role through her own audition.
Zhou Luoling thought of the rumored investment for that movie and gave Sheng Chun a thumbs up.
“Awesome, femme fatale.”
Sheng Chun choked, “I won’t let his money go to waste.”
“Oh.”
The movie Sheng Chun mentioned was by a renowned director.
That director’s films had never failed in terms of box office or critical acclaim; he had made one excellent actor after another famous.
It was said in the industry that actors who could ‘survive’ under this director’s lens had limitless careers.
Compared to the movie Sheng Chun had originally wanted to film, these two were like heaven and earth.
This was no exaggeration.
Arguments aside, Sheng Chun would still strive for what she needed to.
She knew Pei Yan had introduced her to the director, but she still went for the audition. She’d be a fool not to seize such a good opportunity out of pique.
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Meanwhile, Pei Yan received a reply from his employee.
[Mr. Pei, Miss Sheng said she accepted the breakfast.]
[But, Miss Sheng told me to leave it at the doorstep. She said if I didn’t, I should bring it back for you to eat.]
Seeing these two messages, Pei Yan had a headache.
He lowered his gaze, picked up the phone beside him, and continued to text Sheng Chun from the new number.
[Sheng Chun.]
Just two simple words.
The message was sent, but the other end remained silent.
Pei Yan stared at his phone screen for a long time. Just as he was about to call Sheng Chun, his assistant came in, “Mr. Pei, the Vice President is looking for you.”
Pei Yan frowned, only able to temporarily set the matter aside, “Let him in.”
...
That night, Sheng Chun flew to another city.
Before joining the film crew, her agent had arranged two variety shows and an interview for her, all to be recorded in other cities.
Busy Sheng Chun only managed to squeeze in a trip back to Beicheng the day before joining the crew, to pack her belongings.
Most of her things were at Pei Yan’s place, so she had no choice but to go back.
Despite their argument, Pei Yan hadn’t instructed the auntie to bar her from the house.
Seeing her, the auntie was especially delighted, “Chun Chun, you’re back.”
Sheng Chun hummed in response, smiling, “Auntie, is Pei Yan home?”
“No,” the auntie said, “He seems to have a social engagement today.”
Sheng Chun nodded, “I came back to pack a few things.”
“Ah?”
The auntie looked at her, “Haven’t you two finished arguing yet?” She sighed and said, “Chun Chun, during the time you weren’t home, young master barely came home, and he didn’t seem to be in a very good mood.”
As an experienced person, she always advised reconciliation, not separation. Moreover, Pei Yan liked Sheng Chun; as his housekeeper for so many years, she could see it.
“Young master likes you very much.”
Sheng Chun was stunned for a moment, then smiled, “That’s just your guess, Auntie.”
Pei Yan had never said he liked her.
The auntie glanced at her, “It’s Auntie’s guess, but it’s also a fact.”
Sheng Chun smiled, “Let’s not talk about this. I’ll go pack in the room first. I still have a flight to catch later.”
The auntie had no choice. After watching her go upstairs, she immediately called Pei Yan.
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Sheng Chun had a lot of things, and Pei Yan didn’t like outsiders coming in, so she didn’t call her assistant over.
She just told her assistant to come later; she packed very slowly, and there were still several hours until her flight.
Sheng Chun had just packed two suitcases.
Pei Yan returned.
The auntie gestured, “Still in the room.”
Pei Yan nodded.
As Pei Yan went upstairs, Sheng Chun was about to push her suitcases out.
He stood in the doorway, lowering his gaze to the person he hadn’t seen in days.
The two stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Pei Yan was the first to give in, his voice deep as he said, “Still angry?”
“...”
Honestly, he didn’t even know how to coax someone. Sheng Chun didn’t know how she ended up liking him.
She pursed her lips, looking at him, “What do you want, Mr. Pei?”
Pei Yan didn’t respond.
Sheng Chun: “Please move, I have a flight to catch.”
She had just moved forward when Pei Yan suddenly grabbed her hand and pushed her back into the room.
The two suitcases stood alone, blocking the door.
“What are you doing?”
Sheng Chun got a little angry, looking up at him.
Pei Yan paused slightly, thinking of what Luo Xiao and the others had said, and said in a low voice, “My fault.”
Sheng Chun was stunned.
Pei Yan said, “For that movie, I should have considered your thoughts.”
Instead of directly blocking it.
To be honest, Sheng Chun was a bit surprised he would apologize.
“And what else?” she said sternly, “Mr. Pei, you didn’t just do that, did you?”
Pei Yan was silent for a moment, then said, “Also, the trending search about you and Lin Yu, I was the one who stopped it.”
Sheng Chun: “???”
Why didn’t she know about this?
She looked at Pei Yan in disbelief, “How old are you? You’re still doing things like that?”
Pei Yan frowned, “You didn’t know about this?”
“Know what?”
Sheng Chun couldn’t take it anymore and kicked him, “What else?”
Pei Yan: “Nothing else.”
“Are you sure?”
Pei Yan: “Mm.”
He really hadn’t done anything to let Sheng Chun down.
Sheng Chun stared at him, “Then what was with that actress last time?”
“Which one?”
Pei Yan had no recollection.
Sheng Chun: “The one who was trending.”
Pei Yan frowned, trying hard to remember.
After recalling, he looked at Sheng Chun and asked softly, “Do you think there was something between me and her?”
Sheng Chun didn’t say anything.
She didn’t think so, but she was just annoyed. “You looked at her for three seconds.”
She remembered that video.
It was from a red carpet event.
Pei Yan attended as the boss.
Pei Yan explained helplessly, “That day, her dress was very similar to the one I bought for you.”
But that dress was unique; he had specially commissioned someone to design it for Sheng Chun. So, when he saw it from a distance, Pei Yan was taken aback.
The reason he stared at the other person for a while was to confirm if that person was Sheng Chun’s friend and if the dress she was wearing was one Sheng Chun had lent out.
Sheng Chun met his gaze and somehow understood what he meant.
She said “Oh,” and no longer felt she was being unreasonable. She licked her lips, mumbling, “Well, who knew it was such a misunderstanding?”
She said angrily, “I don’t want that dress anymore.”
“Alright,” Pei Yan agreed, “If you don’t like it, throw it away.”
“No, you can’t,” Sheng Chun quickly said, “Just hang it up at home.”
Pei Yan chuckled softly, agreeing.
He raised his hand, rubbed her ear, and asked softly, “Anything else you want to ask?”
“...Not for now.”
Pei Yan “hmph”ed, then lowered his gaze and said, “Still leaving?”
Sheng Chun: “Pei Yan.”
Pei Yan was startled, “Tell me.”
Sheng Chun looked up at him and suddenly said, “I’m a little tired of our current relationship.”
Pei Yan froze.
Sheng Chun said, “I made a wish on my birthday this year.”
Pei Yan lowered his gaze.
“You asked before, and I never said, but I want to tell you now,” Sheng Chun said word for word, “I kind of want a boyfriend with whom I can openly date.”
She observed Pei Yan’s expression and said, “But, I don’t like anyone else.”
She looked at Pei Yan, meeting his gaze silently. She mustered her courage and asked, “So, would you be my official boyfriend?”
Pei Yan frowned, feeling like he couldn’t keep up with Sheng Chun’s thoughts.
Before he could speak, Sheng Chun continued, “Also, there’s something I’ve hidden from you. I’ll tell you, you listen, and then you can tell me your answer after you’ve thought it over.”
“I approached you originally because I made a bet with Qu Yijia, betting on who could sleep with you first. I won,” she confessed truthfully.
Pei Yan was silent for a long time.
Sheng Chun’s heart pounded, unsure if Pei Yan would be angry knowing she had deceived him for so long.
After telling him everything, Sheng Chun felt a little scared.
“I’m done,” she said, feigning nonchalance, “You can take your time thinking about it. Our relationship either ends here, or... you’re willing to agree to be my boyfriend.”
She pointed back to the door with her thumb, “I have to catch my flight.”
Pei Yan, whether stunned by her words or angry, truly didn’t stop her.
Downstairs, the auntie helped her push out her luggage.
When she reached the courtyard gate, Sheng Chun and her assistant were about to lift the luggage into the car. Just as her hand touched the suitcase handle, a hand reached out from the side and effortlessly lifted her luggage into the car.
Sheng Chun’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked at the person who had walked out.
“Thank you,” she said.
Pei Yan hummed in response, lowering his gaze to her, “I’ll take you.”
“No need,” Sheng Chun refused, “Didn’t you have a drink?”
She could smell it; Pei Yan smelled of alcohol.
Pei Yan: “...”
“Don’t you want the answer?”
Sheng Chun looked up at him, “I do, but not now.”
She said calmly, “Who knows if you’re sober or drunk right now?” She said primly, “What if you say yes now and deny it tomorrow?”
“Besides, I want you to think it through,” Sheng Chun leaned closer to him, whispering, “I don’t do relationships that break up every three days.”
Hearing that, Pei Yan smiled.
He raised his hand, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her lips in front of his assistant and the auntie. He kissed her once, then pulled away.
He said, “Do you really think I’m such a casual person?”
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