Chapter 59 p2
Xin Yao, testing her theory, dipped a piece of tripe in the spicy broth and placed it in Xu Jingyu’s bowl.
Xu Jingyu looked up, surprised by the gesture, Xin Yao rarely being so openly affectionate in public.
She didn’t say anything, simply eating the tripe.
So, she wasn’t completely averse to other ingredients.
Xin Yao gave her some goose intestines and beef rolls, and Xu Jingyu ate them obediently, her movements slow and deliberate, her gaze fixed on her bowl.
She looked like a well-behaved child, eating whatever her girlfriend gave her.
Xin Yao, watching her, couldn’t help but smile.
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
“Liar. You haven’t even touched the spicy broth. You clearly don’t like it.”
“Food is food,” Xu Jingyu set down her chopsticks, her voice calm. “I don’t have any particular preferences. But I prefer lighter flavors, and organ meats are a bit… strange. So I haven’t tried them before.”
Xin Yao blinked. “Then why didn’t you refuse when I gave them to you?”
Xu Jingyu looked at her, her silence a clear answer: I wouldn’t refuse anything you gave me.
Then, she spoke, her voice soft.
“Because you gave it to me, I do like it.”
Her words made Xin Yao’s heart flutter, but she still teased her gently.
“That’s so cheesy.”
As they whispered to each other, the wrap party in full swing, the atmosphere lively and cheerful, the entrance curtain suddenly flew open, a blast of cold air sweeping through the tent.
The people sitting near the entrance turned around, startled, then, recognizing the newcomer, exclaimed, “Isn’t that Meng Wanqing from the zombie movie next door? What happened to her face?!”
Meng Wanqing, her face covered in gruesome special effects makeup, ran towards Xin Yao, her voice a dramatic wail.
“Yaoyao! I just heard you wrapped! I’m going to be so bored without you! Yaoyao, how will I live without you?!”
“I’m going to miss you so much!”
She ran towards Xin Yao, her arms outstretched, about to embrace her.
But just as she reached them, about to jump, Xu Jingyu’s cold stare stopped her in her tracks.
Her dramatic entrance, however, had struck a chord with someone at their table.
Director Gao, slightly drunk, her face flushed, suddenly burst into tears, her voice echoing through the tent.
“I’m going to miss you too!”
Her sudden outburst startled the people around her, her assistant, embarrassed by her behavior, tugging at her sleeve.
But Director Gao, fueled by the alcohol, ignored her, standing up unsteadily.
“Xu Jingyu! I have to say something! You’re so disobedient! You’ve been such a pain to work with!”
Xu Jingyu: “Oh.”
Her nonchalant response almost made Director Gao choke. She turned to Xin Yao, her voice filled with mock despair.
“Yaoyao is so much nicer! Yaoyao, hug me! We have to work together again!”
She lunged towards Xin Yao, her arms outstretched.
Xin Yao, dodging her embrace, jumped up and ran, Director Gao almost colliding with Xu Jingyu, who, her face cold and impassive, grabbed her by the collar and tossed her aside.
Director Gao, still crying, grabbed a random person and hugged them.
“I’m going to miss you so much! It’s so hard to say goodbye… wait, who are you?! Ugh!”
The person she had grabbed, of course, was Meng Wanqing, still in her zombie makeup.
Meng Wanqing, unable to hug Xin Yao, had decided to settle for a random hug, a gesture of solidarity, a farewell embrace. But Director Gao, at the sight of her gruesome makeup, had recoiled in disgust, vomiting on her.
Meng Wanqing, furious, grabbed her by the collar, lifting her up.
“What the hell was that for?! I haven’t even settled the score for those photos you gave Xue Ning! Are you sober enough to fight?!”
“Ugh!”
“I’m going to kill you!”
As they bickered, their voices rising, Director Gao’s initial outburst of emotion seemed to have triggered a chain reaction.
People started crying, hugging each other, their voices filled with a bittersweet nostalgia.
The familiar set, the stone pathways they had walked countless times, the early morning sunrises, it was all coming to an end.
Xin Yao, standing there in the warm tent, watching as Director Gao and Meng Wanqing, now embracing and crying, their earlier animosity forgotten, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the crew, their expressions a mix of sadness and gratitude, then finally settling on Xu Jingyu, who stood beside her, her gaze soft and warm, felt a lump forming in her throat.
Goodbye.
Unseen Spring.
See you next winter.
Lu Duanjing.
Completing a project, especially one that had demanded so much time and effort, always left a sense of emptiness.
But for Xin Yao, the feeling was fleeting.
Because after filming wrapped, and she moved out of her old apartment, she moved into Xu Jingyu’s home, their cohabitation a joyous celebration of their love.
Having just finished filming such an emotionally charged movie, she needed time to recover, to separate herself from her character, to decompress.
So, she focused on unpacking, on settling into her new home, the mundane tasks a welcome distraction.
She even insisted on unpacking her own belongings, not wanting Xu Jingyu’s help.
Xu Jingyu’s walk-in closet, like the rest of her apartment, was minimalist and impersonal, its color scheme limited to black, white, and gray.
Xin Yao hung her colorful clothes, her dresses and coats a vibrant splash of color against the backdrop of Xu Jingyu’s monochrome wardrobe, her belongings taking up half the closet space.
The simple act felt strangely intimate, a symbolic merging of their lives.
A feeling of happiness, mingled with a touch of nervousness, filled her heart.
She smiled, eager to see Xu Jingyu, but as she walked past a nearby cabinet, her sleeve caught on the handle, and as she tugged at it, the cabinet door swung open.
The contents of the cabinet, illuminated by the soft light, made her pause, her eyes widening in surprise.
She hadn’t expected anything unusual. It was just a cabinet, presumably filled with clothes.
But a single glance was enough to make her blush, her gaze returning to the objects inside, her fingers clutching the edge of the cabinet door.
The cabinet was filled with lingerie, all sorts of colors and styles, their delicate lace and sheer fabrics a stark contrast to Xu Jingyu’s usual conservative attire.
Xin Yao quickly closed the door, her face burning, her heart pounding.
Then, remembering something, she opened the other cabinets, one after another.
Six cabinets, four of which were filled with lingerie.
Xu Jingyu, you animal!
Xin Yao grabbed a random piece of clothing from the closet and stormed out of the room.
Xu Jingyu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, her legs crossed elegantly, a book in her hand, the picture of sophistication and refinement.
The sight only fueled Xin Yao’s anger, and she marched over to Xu Jingyu and threw the garment onto her book.
In her haste, she hadn’t even seen what she had grabbed. Now, as it landed on Xu Jingyu’s lap, she saw that it was a pair of white panties, their thin, lacy fabric barely there, a fluffy bunny tail attached to the back.
And the cabinets were filled with similar items.
Xin Yao’s face burned even brighter, her voice a mix of embarrassment and anger.
“Ms. Xu, care to explain?”
Xu Jingyu looked down at the panties in her lap, her fingers gently stroking the fluffy tail, then looked up at Xin Yao, her dark eyes questioning.
“Don’t you like them, Yaoyao?”
Her innocent tone and her calm demeanor only made Xin Yao even more exasperated, a mixture of amusement and frustration bubbling within her.
“Of course I don’t like them! You bought so many! Are you trying to kill me?”
Xu Jingyu’s expression turned slightly forlorn.
“They’re disposable. It’s not that many. But if you don’t like them, it’s such a waste.”
“How about…” she looked up at Xin Yao, her long eyelashes fluttering, her gaze lingering on her face, “I wear them?”
It was a blatant attempt at seduction.
Xin Yao, realizing the danger, her expression turning serious, knew that if she gave in, she would fall right into Xu Jingyu’s trap.
But at the same time, she couldn’t help but imagine Xu Jingyu, the aloof and untouchable movie queen, wearing those clothes, her gaze soft and inviting, her voice a husky whisper, her body intertwined with Xin Yao’s.
She suddenly understood why Xu Jingyu had bought so many.
Xin Yao’s expression hardened, her voice serious.
“So, baby, do you prefer bunnies or foxes? Or do you want to try both?”
Xu Jingyu chuckled, her elbow resting on her knee, her hand supporting her chin, her posture relaxed.
But her eyes, as she looked at Xin Yao, were dark and intense, like a gathering storm.
Her voice, soft and seductive, was a whispered promise.
“Either is fine. But this time… can I tie you up?”
Xin Yao, as if she hadn’t expected this, thought, So that’s what you’ve been planning.
But she couldn’t resist the temptation. After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, her voice firm.
“Deal.”
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