Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 191: Baby Duck, I Have Something to Tell You
Xie Qingci showed a "I’ve been enlightened" expression.
"Luo, thank you. I really haven’t known what to do lately."
Luo patted his arm, her kind and gentle face brimming with smiles.
"The actors in the crew are not people who can’t stand others doing well. Everyone is quite happy to see you two golden couple standing together. Some of the girls playing maids get excited just seeing you two talk. So don’t be timid; if you like, go for it. It’s better than regretting it later, right?"
If you like, go for it, Xie Qingci’s eyes flickered lightly, fully agreeing with this sentiment: "What someone with experience says truly makes sense."
After speaking, he looked deeply in Yu Xia’s direction.
Yu Xia had been glancing at him, and when she saw him stride past with his long legs, she thought for a moment and then picked up her phone to send him two messages.
Right there on set, in front of everyone, no matter how people walked in and out, secretly chatting with the person clearly just opposite felt really like a sneaky affair in a minefield.
If she weren’t worried about Xie Qingci being driven mad by her repeated guilty feelings, she definitely wouldn’t have done this.
[Baby duck~ I have something to tell you, duck]
Look, she even has to act cute, losing all her dignity.
In the future, she should strongly advise others not to date a brother who is prone to going mad, as it really tests one’s mental endurance.
This kind of brother should be left to someone like her with immense inner strength.
The phone vibrating against Xie Qingci’s thigh drew his attention, and he glanced at her before slowly taking out his phone to check the message.
Yu Xia casually skimmed through Weibo, waiting for his reply, occasionally glancing over the top of her phone to quickly peek in his direction.
The vibration came as expected.
[Xie Qingci: I’m not a duck]
"..." Is he joking seriously?
She replied: [Yes, yes, yes, you are the baby. Let me tell you something, about that time...]
She peeked at him again across the way; seeing no change in his expression, she felt slightly relieved and continued typing.
[There’s a play that’s very important to me. The audition time might clash with our agreed time. But that’s only a possibility. I’m just giving you a heads up.]
[Xie Qingci: If it clashes, you’ll definitely choose to give me up, right? How will you compensate me?]
She pursed her lips, squeezed her fingers, and poked a reply: [I won’t give you up. The agreement is always valid. If it’s not this ice festival, there’re still summer beaches and winter skiing. If it lands in autumn, any fun place you can think of is fine.]
For most people, a promise of "in the future" is more meaningful than "immediate pleasure," as it shows intent for a long-term relationship.
But for Xie Qingci, Yu Xia’s words sounded like she was brushing him off.
He would plan for their future, but in the short term, he’d love nothing more than to fall madly in love every day.
[Xie Qingci: I want compensation that makes me satisfied]
Yu Xia tugged at her hair, pouting as she agreed.
[What compensation do you want?]
[Xie Qingci: Isn’t there a snow dancing scene tonight? Dance for me once, just for me.]
[... Tonight’s scene is just a dance for you, okay?]
[Xie Qingci: A role is a role; a boyfriend is a boyfriend, they’re different]
[Xie Qingci: I want to see what a boyfriend can see]
She was slightly surprised: [The crew is not an extraterritorial place, little brother]
[Xie Qingci: I’m watching my girlfriend dance, not a female staff member dance. I’ll choose the time.]
[... Okay, okay, okay! I can’t keep up with you. Better stock up on some kidney supplements soon!]
When sending the last message, she poked the screen so hard that it was almost as if she was going to set it on fire, and after sending it, she laid back with her eyes closed, pulling the blanket over her head.
Looking at her like this, Xie Qingci’s eyes filled with a smile, and he leisurely put away his phone, drawing the script out with his slender fingers.
The evening scene was set for six o’clock. The sky was just beginning to dim, snow had been falling for about ten minutes, drifting down through the air and softly landing on the ground.
The crew had placed many candlesticks around that peach tree, and the faint glow barely illuminated the surroundings.
Yu Xia changed into a fiery red ancient costume, with white fluffy trims on the cuffs and collar, making her face look as pretty as a peach blossom.
Standing under the peach tree, the candlelight beside her swayed slightly, creating a boundary between light and shadow, casting shadows that climbed onto her garments, while the light reflected in her eyes with an uneven yet mysteriously beautiful sheen.
Like a peach blossom spirit appearing out of nowhere in the darkness.
Xie Qingci stood openly in a corner of the courtyard, watching her, not even daring to breathe too heavily for fear of scaring her away.
Not daring to speak loudly, fearing the celestial being might be startled, so this is how it feels.
He ought to thank the company for getting him this role, really granting him so many benefits.
If someone else had been cast in his role back then, he couldn’t imagine how jealous he’d be.
Just like when he found out she was filming with Yu Zhi, he was jealous to the point of madness.
Yet, he couldn’t disturb her too much. During times she wouldn’t answer calls or messages, he often thought about rushing out from the base to see her, to claim his territory, to beg for a comforting kiss.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, withdrew further into the shadows, and heard the director call everyone to their places.
"’Burning Spring’ Scene 149, take one, start!"
...
Recently, the capital city has been quite unsettled.
First, there was trouble at the General Mansion and Marquis Yongcheng’s Mansion, followed by the sudden deaths of a girl and the eldest son at the Marquis Yangyun Mansion, the sudden death of a child at the Master University Scholar Mansion, and the university scholar himself having a stroke.
Among the populace, rumors began to spread, claiming it was due to royal negligence and the emperor’s foolishness.
Despite the chaos at the border, the sound of debauchery echoed within the palace, marked by extravagance and indulgence, with the emperor continuously selecting concubines and other royals swaggering about and harming people on the streets.
This behavior angered the heavens, supposedly leading to these seemingly normal accidents.
It’s said more will be chosen by heaven’s punishment, thus causing panic among everyone in the capital.
Even during morning court sessions, there were officials risking their lives to criticize the emperor’s inaction, warning that trouble would come soon, whether from a civilian uprising or border rebellion.
The emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation into the spreaders of these rumors.
In Marquis Yongcheng’s Mansion.
Song Zhuozhi felt in great spirits, listening to stories about court affairs after a rest, even having half a bowl more for dinner.
After dinner, she leisurely trimmed her flowers.
"Broken branches should be pruned, so they look nice and meet the owner’s wishes. If they can’t meet the owner’s wishes, they will eventually be uprooted, right, Jiu?"
Lu Jiu remained silent, hidden in a corner.
She had become quite predictable, with a change in personality—paranoid, arrogant, unpredictable, ruthless, in short, not at all what the common view of beauty once was.
However, Lu Jiu watched Song Zhuozhi approaching slowly and felt it was fine if she never changed back.
After all, his purpose given by the General was to keep her safe.
There’s nothing wrong with living freely like this; as long as he’s around, her life won’t be threatened.
