Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 421: Love Letter

Talking about Mei, Yu Yue has a lot to say.

Although he’s trying hard to act embarrassed, he doesn’t hold back when speaking.

"Mei is the class representative for academics, she’s really good. She beat me in the finals this time, got first place!"

Oh, it’s the admiration for the strong.

"And she doesn’t wear her hair in two braids, her ponytail looks really nice—it’s the best-looking in the class! I think the pretty star hairpin we bought would definitely look good on her. I want to give it to her."

Going out to visit relatives and remembering to take gifts, seeing a beautiful hairpin and thinking of a girl—this family sure has a natural-born romantic.

"And, Auntie, she likes you too. She even praised you for being really pretty."

After listening to his babbling for a while, she finally responded: "Good taste. But I still want to ask, isn’t this Mei a transfer student? What about Little Strawberry, Little Apple, Little Banana that you liked before? Are you not interested anymore?"

With only thirty or forty people in a class, isn’t that a heap of ex-girlfriends and now developing a current girlfriend?

Yu Yue: "Dad didn’t tell you? Mom switched my class; I’m in Class Three now."

Yu Xia raised her eyebrows.

Got it, too much mischief, had to change classes to survive. What a kid—he’s got more debts to settle than anyone else in three generations of the family.

Riding back, Xie Qingci hadn’t finished filming yet; she guessed the time and ordered a rather luxurious dinner from afar.

To be honest, it really felt a bit like a housewife waiting for her husband to come home after work.

She had things to do in the room, looking around at Xie Qingci’s stuff, trying to gather clues about his single life over the past month.

And as for Yu Yue, with nothing to do, he took a letter envelope out of his backpack and leaned on the chair to write to his Mei.

Yu Xia leaned nearby, reading Xie Qingci’s book, glancing at him writing the letter.

"Don’t you have a phone watch? Why are you writing a letter?"

Yu Yue replied without lifting his head: "Mei says she has a pen pal. I want to be her pen pal too. Plus, mom says writing letters can improve handwriting."

Seeing him writing so earnestly, she thought it would be more serious than the love letters he sent before. But upon looking, there were still typos, and the handwriting was inconsistent, like scribbles.

Forget it, looking at his current level, other than being a central heating unit, he probably can’t chase after excellent female classmates.

The two were silent, each doing their own thing quietly.

When Xie Qingci returned, this was the scene he saw.

A kid scratching his head and frowning, a girlfriend dozing off with a book on the chair.

All his impatience with the troublesome people he was filming with vanished.

He stood by the door, quietly watching for a while, just in time to catch the delivery arriving.

With the conversation noise, Yu Xia woke up, smiling and went over to greet him... and the delivery in her hands.

"Pepper pig stomach chicken, great for winter."

Xie Qingci closed the door with a reverse hand, caught up with her in two steps, and hugged her from behind.

"Just welcoming the delivery, not me?"

"You think too much, let go, there’s a child here."

Yu Yue looked up and called "Brother", then continued writing his love letter without pause, waving his hand generously: "Don’t worry about me, I’m used to it. You adults are all clingy."

Xie Qingci chuckled lowly, kissed her on the side of her face, then let her go.

"What’s Yue writing?"

Yu Xia glanced at him: "A love letter."

Xie Qingci was taken aback.

"...A love letter?"

"Yeah, anything fun or delicious he encounters, he wants to share with the girl classmate. Even seeing a pretty hairpin, thinks to bring it back for her. Tsk tsk, he’s really good."

"He is quite good. Your previous appraisal was spot-on." After saying this, he looked over, knowing she’s not just talking about Yu Yue.

Sure enough, while unwrapping the delivery, she spoke slowly:

"But nowadays handwritten love letters are hard to come by. With the internet being so developed, you just send a message online as a confession, no sense of ceremony at all, but writing a love letter is much more interesting."

Xie Qingci nodded, sat down with her: "I understand, after the meal, I’ll write."

"...I didn’t ask you to write."

He nodded earnestly: "Yes, everything stems from my own willingness."

Yu Xia bit the chopsticks she just unwrapped, glancing over without saying anything.

At night, he really started writing the love letter.

But as soon as he took out the paper, Yu Xia took Yu Yue back to their own room.

Since it’s a surprise, it has to retain an aura of mystery before being revealed.

She returned to her room, went on with her bedtime routine, then laid in bed tossing and turning.

Her heart felt itchy as if scratched by a cat’s paw, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the love letter.

She had never received a love letter before.

In middle school, her brother managed her tightly, all the boys in the class knew she had a very serious brother. Taking a step closer meant checking if there was any suspicious man watching nearby.

While in film academy, no one bothered with love letters. They either confessed face-to-face on the street or messaged online—paper confession letters were hardly seen.

Even when she was in a serious relationship, she never received one; Xi Heng wasn’t the type for youthful romantic gestures, and Yu Zhi wasn’t inclined to such surprises.

At that time she didn’t really care much for ceremony, didn’t even notice if there was such a thing. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

But only with Xie Qingci...

The door and phone remained silent as the night deepened, and with anticipation, she drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Xie Qingci knocked on her door, wearing a long black coat, tall and elegant, leaning against the doorframe looking handsome.

"Morning."

He had a letter between his fingers, somehow acquired red sealing wax, pink in color, with silver glimmers inside, looking pretty—the wax seal bearing his crude name, Qingci.

She tried to control her rising smile as she accepted it, and Xie Qingci leaned over with hands behind his back, blinking and asking: "I wrote all night, can I get a kiss as a reward?"

Yu Xia didn’t hold back, kissed him, patting his chest with the envelope: "Go to filming. I’ll assess the letter’s quality and decide what price of delivery you get to enjoy today."

Xie Qingci stood up: "Then I think I deserve a luxurious lunch."

"Wishful thinking, lunch is boxed meals on set. I’ll bring snacks."

More content, he leaned down for another kiss before leaving.

Yu Xia took the letter, opened it while walking back to the bed.

Inside were two sheets of paper, the flowing and elegant penmanship reflecting his own forthright demeanor, distinct and sharp.

Yet such handwriting didn’t hamper his tender and passionate words.

Sitting on the bed, she read a few lines, feeling a strange, abrupt heat rise from her heart, climbing higher, her face and ears starting to flush, her mind spinning, wanting to scream and shout aloud.

Unable to resist, she fell back onto the bed, biting her lip, rolling around before opening her eyes to continue reading.