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The summer in Beicheng was scorching hot and suffocating.
Sheng Chun held a small fan to her face, trying to cool down while reading her script. Crew members came and went, setting up the scene.
As she was reading, a commotion started on one side.
Sheng Chun wasn’t interested in going over there and lazily flipped through her script. She was playing a supporting role in this drama; her scenes weren’t very heavy, and she didn’t have many lines.
“Sister Chun.”
Her assistant, Xiao Rui, suddenly hurried towards her, whispering, “Qu Yijia came to visit the set.”
Sheng Chun’s hand, holding the small fan, paused. She looked up at Xiao Rui, “Whose set is she visiting?”
Xiao Rui shook her head, “I don’t know.”
She thought back, and as far as she remembered, there were no acquaintances of Qu Yijia in this crew. The only one who could be considered was Sheng Chun.
But Sheng Chun and her had always been like two tigers on one mountain, like arch-enemies.
Sheng Chun said “Oh” and glanced to the other side, scoffing lightly, “Ignore her.”
Xiao Rui, “Okay.”
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Not long after, Qu Yijia walked towards her.
“Chun Chun,” she said with a forced smile, her voice soft, “Long time no see.”
Sheng Chun smiled slightly, “Not long.”
She reminded her, “We met at an event a month ago, did you forget?”
Qu Yijia’s smile froze on her face; she didn’t quite know how to continue the conversation.
Sheng Chun just had this knack for leaving people speechless. To put it nicely, she was direct; to put it bluntly, she was foolish.
But surprisingly, some people liked her personality.
Seeing her expression, Sheng Chun raised an eyebrow, “Do you want me to remind you?”
“...No need.” Qu Yijia pulled at her lips, “Sorry, my memory hasn’t been great lately, I forgot we had met before.”
Sheng Chun, “Mm.”
She retracted her gaze from Qu Yijia. Rather than wasting time chatting with her, she’d rather read more of her script.
She had worked hard to get this role, after all.
Although it was only a female supporting role, Sheng Chun appreciated the character’s courage to love and hate, and her distinct, strong personality.
It was quiet for a moment, and Qu Yijia, unable to bear being ignored by Sheng Chun, suddenly whispered, “Didn’t you latch onto Mr. Pei?”
Sheng Chun’s finger, turning the page, moved slightly.
Qu Yijia reminded her mockingly, “Why are you still taking supporting roles?”
She lowered her voice, not afraid of being overheard, and sneered, “Could it be that your skills in bed aren’t good enough, and Mr. Pei isn’t satisfied?”
Clap Sheng Chun’s script closed.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly, staring directly at Qu Yijia. Under her gaze, Qu Yijia felt a chill.
Honestly, she had been fighting with Sheng Chun for so many years and hadn’t gained much advantage, but she just couldn’t stand Sheng Chun being so arrogant.
She was just pretty and had a special aura, that was all. What was there to pretend about? Everyone in the industry knew each other, didn’t they?
“What do you... want?” Qu Yijia met her gaze.
Sheng Chun sized her up for a while, then spoke each word distinctly, “Well, I certainly can’t compare to you.”
She said, “After all, I haven’t practiced with other men, unlike you.” Sheng Chun’s words were shocking, “You’ve probably practiced with at least ten men, right?”
“Sheng Chun!”
Qu Yijia never expected Sheng Chun to say such a thing.
Her face flushed crimson, and she called out to her in exasperation.
Sheng Chun, “What’s wrong?”
She aimed the small fan at her, “Don’t get angry, don’t get angry. The weather is so hot, getting a heatstroke wouldn’t be good.”
Qu Yijia bit her lip, “Have you no shame?”
Hearing that, Sheng Chun found it amusing, “You don’t want it anymore, so why should I?”
“You—” Qu Yijia was speechless for a long time.
She thought of Sheng Chun’s purpose in seducing Pei Yan and suddenly said triumphantly, “Aren’t you afraid Mr. Pei will find out your intentions aren’t pure?”
She said, “I’m waiting for the day Mr. Pei throws you away.”
“How amusing,” Sheng Chun looked at her, confidently saying, “To be honest, it’s still uncertain who will dump whom.”
She glanced at the other side of the set, which was almost ready. She got up to reapply her makeup, and before leaving, Sheng Chun leaned in slightly and whispered to Qu Yijia, “Do you know why Mr. Pei chose me between you and me?”
Qu Yijia looked at her.
Sheng Chun curved her lips, “Because, Mr. Pei likes to train women. He likes women who aren’t good in bed, so he can feel a sense of accomplishment. Do you know why you failed to seduce him, Teacher Qu?”
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After verbally sparring with Qu Yijia, Sheng Chun felt refreshed.
The few scenes she shot that day were almost all done in one take.
After filming, Sheng Chun went home to rest.
The filming location was very close to where she lived, so she didn’t let the crew waste money booking a hotel for her.
As soon as she got in the car, Sheng Chun started feeling sleepy.
She yawned several times, resting her head against the car window and looking outside, cravingly saying, “Xiao Rui, I want to eat crayfish.”
Xiao Rui: “...”
She choked a bit, reminding her, “Sister Chun, you told me that Mr. Pei is a germaphobe and doesn’t like strongly-scented food in the house.”
Sheng Chun snorted lightly, “I don’t care, I want to eat it.”
She looked at her, “Help me order takeout to be delivered home, I’m too sleepy, I want to sleep for a while.” Seeing Xiao Rui still hesitating, Sheng Chun informed her, “Pei Yan is on a business trip and won’t be back until tomorrow. I’ll eat it tonight, let the smell dissipate, and tomorrow the auntie can clean up, so he definitely won’t know anything.”
Xiao Rui saw her craving look and nodded, “Okay, anything else besides crayfish?”
Sheng Chun thought for three seconds, “Also order some barbecue. I have an evening scene tomorrow, so I’ll have enough time to digest it.”
If she ate it, she would go to the gym for two hours tomorrow morning, and that would be enough.
Xiao Rui knew she wasn’t the type to gain weight easily, so she readily agreed, “Okay.”
Sheng Chun rested in the car.
She took a piece of clothing and covered her head, preventing light from seeping in from outside.
The drive back was less than an hour, and Sheng Chun inexplicably had many chaotic dreams.
She dreamed that she was arguing with Qu Yijia, and in her uncontrolled anger, she blurted out that she would seduce Pei Yan and make him her subordinate.
And Qu Yijia was waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
When Sheng Chun said that, she actually had no confidence in herself.
But she didn’t expect that when she approached Pei Yan with ulterior motives, he was like a naive and sweet person, knowing nothing, and even really entered her trap, becoming her prey.
Of course, after spending this time together, Sheng Chun realized she was wrong.
She deeply felt that she herself was Pei Yan’s prey.
She hadn’t used emotions.
Neither had Pei Yan, of course.
But that was fine too; they both got what they wanted, and when they separated later, there wouldn’t be all that messy entanglement.
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Ineexplicably, Sheng Chun dreamt about her night with Pei Yan again.
He took her to a hotel.
Just before the final step, the man still retained a tiny bit of gentlemanly demeanor, asking her if she had truly thought it through.
Sheng Chun found him to be long-winded, so she proactively tilted her head back and hooked her arms around his waist.
That night, the room was a mess.
...
When Sheng Chun woke up, the car was parked in the courtyard.
This was Pei Yan’s residence.
A villa in the city center, quiet yet bustling, with a lake right outside. The lake view was beautiful, and there were lotus flowers planted on the lake by who-knows-who, which would be especially vibrant in spring.
The surrounding environment was excellent, and the air was fresh.
When she arrived home, the takeout happened to be delivered.
Xiao Rui brought it inside for her, and Sheng Chun invited her, “Want to eat together?”
“No,” Xiao Rui whispered, “Sister Chun, I’m not hungry.”
Hearing that, Sheng Chun didn’t insist, “Alright then, be careful on your way back, and let me know when you get home.”
“Okay.”
After Xiao Rui left, Sheng Chun first went back to her room to remove her makeup and shower before going downstairs to enjoy her late-night snack.
The crayfish in summer were plump, their flesh fresh and delicious, with an excellent taste.
Out of boredom, Sheng Chun even sent a photo to her friend Zhou Luoling.
Seeing her photo, Zhou Luoling, who was about to go to bed, immediately perked up.
Zhou Luoling: [Are you even human? Eating all this late at night, don’t you have to film tomorrow?]
Sheng Chun: [Evening scene.]
Zhou Luoling: [...Wait, does your sugar daddy Mr. Pei allow you to eat these things?]
She remembered Sheng Chun complaining that Pei Yan hated anything with a strong smell.
When Sheng Chun first moved in with him, she once ordered hotpot takeout to eat at home. When Pei Yan came home that night and smelled it, he left again within five minutes.
Later, he made a three-chapter agreement with Sheng Chun: she could eat at home, but not anything with a strong smell.
Sheng Chun felt that this young master had too many quirks, but there was nothing she could do. He was her ‘sugar daddy,’ so she had to compromise and agree.
However, after spending some time together, Sheng Chun had probably figured out his habits.
If she ate at home and dissipated the smell, he generally wouldn’t get angry or do anything to her.
Sheng Chun: [Do you think I’m stupid? Pei Yan is on a business trip and won’t be back until tomorrow night.]
Zhou Luoling: [That’s so you.]
Sheng Chun: [Of course.]
Zhou Luoling: [But what if Pei Yan comes back early tonight? What will you do if he catches you eating crayfish?]
To be honest, Sheng Chun hadn’t thought of that possibility.
Because Pei Yan’s schedule was planned in advance, he wouldn’t come back early unless something major happened. But since Zhou Luoling asked, she just thought about it half-heartedly: [Then I’ll invite him to eat with me.]
Zhou Luoling: [What if he refuses?]
Sheng Chun made a dirty joke to her: [Then he’ll just have to eat me, tasting of crayfish.]
Zhou Luoling was so amused by her words that she hit the bed: [Damn! I really want to tip off Mr. Pei and tell him to come home now and eat crayfish-flavored Sheng Chun Chun.]
Sheng Chun: “...”
She ate and chatted with Zhou Luoling.
Sheng Chun ate very happily. She even turned on the large-screen TV in the house and casually picked the hottest talent show to watch.
Watching handsome young idols, eating crayfish, and drinking Sprite—was there anything happier in this world?
No.
...
The TV in the room was loud. The boisterous male voices blended together, making it impossible to hear anything outside.
Pei Yan, carrying his suit jacket, approached the courtyard and heard the sounds coming from inside the house.
He frowned slightly, looking at the lit living room.
Opening the front door, Pei Yan immediately smelled the scent wafting from inside the house.
His steps paused slightly. Before he could react, he heard a familiar female voice from inside, “So handsome!”
Pei Yan raised an eyebrow, lowered his eyes, changed his shoes, and walked in.
Entering the living room, he first saw the person sitting cross-legged on the carpet, eating crayfish.
Pei Yan’s gaze lingered on Sheng Chun for a moment, then moved downwards. If he remembered correctly, the carpet she was sitting on was one he had just had delivered recently, priced at six figures.
Pei Yan rubbed his brow, turning his head to look at the open television.
Coincidentally, the variety show was airing a scene of a group of young people swimming and getting wet.
“Wow.”
Sheng Chun stared intently, discovering that her favorite young idol was actually a scrawny “white-cut chicken,” without even abs.
She pouted, muttering to herself, “This won’t do, no abs, too weak.”
She continued to observe the next person. Suddenly, a figure blocked her view.
Sheng Chun paused, her gaze traveling upwards, stopping on Pei Yan’s refined but unapproachable face.
Unsure if her eyes were playing tricks on her, Sheng Chun felt as if he had smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.
Their eyes met.
After a moment, Sheng Chun swallowed, an alarm bell ringing in her mind.
She licked her lips, and the conversation she just had with Zhou Luoling immediately popped into her head: “...Want some crayfish?”
Pei Yan stood not far away, his figure tall and broad, shaking his head slightly, succinctly saying, “No.”
“...Oh.”
Sheng Chun met his gaze, blinking and saying, “Then... do you want to eat me, tasting of crayfish?”
Pei Yan’s gaze froze, landing on her exposed skin.
In summer, Sheng Chun was a person who feared heat, and she habitually wore very little at home. She had taken a shower, and there was still a faint scent of lily of the valley from her body wash in the room, not completely overpowered by the crayfish.
It was the scent of her favorite body wash.
She was wearing a slip-style silk nightgown, blush pink, with two small bows on the straps above her chest.
Pei Yan knew that if those two bows were untied, the dress would fall off her body, allowing him to glimpse the scenery beneath.
He stared at her fair neck for a moment, then his gaze moved downwards, lingering on her half-covered chest, before returning to her face.
Pei Yan’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly threw the suit jacket he was holding onto the sofa.
Before Sheng Chun could react, the man picked her up.
“Hey.”
Sheng Chun exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. As Pei Yan carried her upstairs, Sheng Chun still reluctantly looked at her unfinished crayfish.
If only she had known Pei Yan would come back, she would have eaten faster and not chatted idly with Zhou Luoling.
She was lost in thought, when the man had already carried her back to the room and, pinching her chin, kissed her.
Sheng Chun was forced to open her mouth, which was full of the taste of crayfish.
She didn’t have time to close her eyes and clearly saw Pei Yan frown slightly.
He pulled back.
Sheng Chun was about to say that she hadn’t even complained about him not showering yet, when Pei Yan looked at her, “Go brush your teeth.”
Sheng Chun, “...You haven’t showered yet.”
Pei Yan responded, then suddenly leaned down, entered her mouth again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he hooked her tongue, his voice deep, “Together.”
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