Chapter 87
Meanwhile, Mark, ever since his encounter with Fan Weiqi the previous night, had developed a newfound interest in her. He woke up early and sent her a text message.
“Good morning, Miss Fan. I’ll be in your neighborhood later this morning. Would you be free to join me for breakfast?”
He waited anxiously for her reply, hoping he hadn’t been too forward. A few moments later, his phone chimed.
“Hi, good morning. What a coincidence! Mo Mo is on leave, so I’m free from filming. Breakfast sounds great.”
Mark, thrilled, quickly replied.
“It’s a date then! I’ll pick you up in about twenty minutes. Is that okay?”
“Okay, see you soon.”
“See you soon.”
Mark, unable to contain his excitement, rolled around on his bed, clutching his phone, before jumping up to get ready. He then drove to Fan Weiqi’s apartment building, his heart filled with anticipation.
He arrived five minutes early but didn’t want to rush her, so he waited patiently in his car.
Fan Weiqi, dressed in a white dress and white heels, was checking her appearance in the mirror by her bedroom window when she noticed the silver Maserati parked outside.
She grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs. She opened the door and walked towards the car. Mark, seeing her, got out of the car and greeted her.
“Good morning, Miss Fan.”
“Good morning. Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
“I arrived early.”
“Hee hee, don’t be silly. Come inside and wait next time.”
“Okay, I will.”
Fan Weiqi got into the car, and Mark drove them to a nearby noodle shop. Fan Weiqi looked at him, curious. Mark smiled and nodded.
“We’re here.”
“Here?”
“Yes, this noodle shop is a local institution. The food is amazing. Don’t let the small storefront fool you. It’s highly rated.”
“Hehe, I didn’t expect a foreigner like you to know about these hidden gems.”
“I might be British, but I’ve lived here for a long time. If you ignore my skin color, I’m probably more local than most locals.”
“Oh? I wouldn’t have guessed. You seemed so gentlemanly yesterday. I thought you were born and raised abroad. Well, in that case, I know a place you might like. I’ll take you there later.”
“Really? I’m looking forward to it.”
They entered the noodle shop and sat down. Mark ordered two bowls of wonton noodles. When the noodles arrived, he watched expectantly as Fan Weiqi took a bite. Her eyes widened, and she hummed in delight, nodding at Mark.
Mark, relieved that she liked it, picked up his chopsticks and joined her. After their meal, he led her towards the back of the shop. Fan Weiqi was surprised to discover a spacious courtyard hidden behind the narrow hallway. There was a wooden tea table in the center of the courtyard.
They spent the rest of the morning chatting and drinking tea in the peaceful courtyard, their conversation flowing effortlessly, time flying by.
Meanwhile, the two lovebirds back at the villa, after countless rounds of passionate lovemaking, finally remembered to call the long-forgotten Yu Wenqian. Li Xinjun informed her that she had recovered and was ready to resume filming.
Yu Wenqian, efficient as ever, immediately contacted the director. Director Wang, thrilled to hear that Li Mo was returning, readily agreed, scheduling her return for the day after tomorrow.
Fan Weiqi’s phone rang, interrupting her conversation with Mark. She frowned, annoyed by the interruption, but then she saw the caller ID: “Director Wang.” Her annoyance vanished, and she answered the call.
“Hello, Director Wang. What’s up?”
“Hello, Qiqi, I just received a call from Mo Mo. She said she’ll be back on set the day after tomorrow. I didn’t expect her to recover so quickly. I was going to give you a few more days off, but I wanted to check if you’re available to return as well. We’re already behind schedule.”
“Oh, okay. Yes, I’m available. I have no other plans. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow. Okay, bye.”
Mark, seeing that she had ended the call, asked,
“You’re going back to filming the day after tomorrow?”
“Yes, Mo Mo is returning to the set. I was worried about her, but it seems she’s recovered quickly.”
“So you’ll be busy again?”
“Yes, filming is usually very demanding.”
“I know this might be too forward, but I don’t want to miss this opportunity. Miss Fan, I’ve enjoyed our time together these past two days. I feel a connection with you, and I’d like to explore that further.
I know you’ll be busy with work, so I was afraid that if I didn’t say anything now, this feeling might fade. If you have any feelings for me, would you give me a chance?
Let’s see where this goes. If you’re not interested, just forget I said anything. I won’t bother you again.”
Fan Weiqi blushed, her heart fluttering at his unexpected confession. She smiled shyly and nodded.
Mark, overjoyed, coughed to hide his excitement, a wide grin spreading across his face.
“Can I visit you on set then?”
“Of course.”
“Are you free tomorrow? Can I take you out again?”
“Yes, I am.”
“And what about tonight? I know a place I’d like to take you.”
They continued their conversation, their voices filled with excitement, their schedule for the next two days quickly filling up. Although they were still being polite and respectful, the air between them was charged with a newfound intimacy.
Meanwhile, back at the villa, the two lovebirds were still engaged in their shameless activities, like Sun Wukong battling a formidable demon, their duel lasting for hundreds of rounds before reaching a satisfying conclusion.
Song Ling was the poor demon, subdued by Sun Wukong, her limbs sprawled on the bed, her eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the ceiling. Li Xinjun, seeing her exhaustion, felt no remorse. She rolled over, pinning Song Ling beneath her once more.
Song Ling tried to kick her off but was too weak, her limbs heavy, her body unresponsive. She mustered all her strength to raise her chained arm, waving it feebly, signaling her surrender, but Li Xinjun ignored her, continuing to move above her.
“Baby…”
“Yes?”
“I can’t… I really can’t anymore… Please, have mercy…”
“Just a little longer… Almost there…”
“No, baby, I really can’t! Please, let me go! I beg you!”
“But I begged you the other day, and you didn’t stop.”
“I was wrong! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Please, just stop! Okay?”
“But it feels so good… It’s still beckoning me…”
“No, it’s just cold. It’s not what you think.”
“Cold? Don’t worry, I’ll warm it up for you…”
“Oh… Baby… No… Don’t… Mmm…”
“Sister Ling, your body is more honest than your words.”
“No… Don’t… That’s sensitive… Oh…”
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