The Thirty-Ninth Night (1)
In the end, Meng Xingchuan had to ask Qin Fan for help. He had barely managed to escape from Yu Yao’s evil clutches.
Feng Jing saw his friend’s countenance that resembled that of an annoyed daughter-in-law. As he ran towards him, Feng Jing pretended to be concerned but actually wanted to bask in schadenfreude.
He asked, “What’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!”
“Yes, it’s a ghost!” Meng Xingchuan patted his frightened heart with lingering fear. “How could Yu Yao be like this?! The entertainment industry is really terrible!”
“—”
Well, although he had felt the same, seeing Meng Xingchuan’s flustered bearings Feng Jing turned very playful, he wanted to egg him on more. “What happened to Yu Yao? Didn’t you always say that she’s your ‘Goddess’?”
“The Yu Yao I liked is the lovely Yu Yao, not the society’s Yao-jie1MG: Yao-jie: Sister Yao, as in addressing a gang member!” Meng Xingchuan almost wanted to cry. He finally understood why the fans were saddened when an idol’s image collapsed. A devoted star chaser will be punished!
Feng Jing finally couldn’t help laughing. He patted Meng Xingchuan’s shoulders in consolation. “I think Yu Yao is very good. Look at yourself, it’s easy to get mixed up in shady waters in show business. In the future, there will be a Yao-jie to protect you, so who would dare to bully you?”
“—” Meng Xingchuan’s assistant, who heard their entire conversation, couldn’t help but complain in his heart – It seems that the number one bully of their family’s master idiot is Film Emperor Feng himself!
Qin Fan had been beside them all along. He narrowed his eyes and devised his own plans. He was reluctant to use Feng Jing and Yu Yao for speculation. After all, Feng Jing’s value was higher and after Yu Yao raised her status, she would earn more than them. But if it was replaced by Meng Xingchuan … it seemed like not too much money would be lost.
Qin Fan was a man who never said never too definitively. Last time, when he refused Yu Yao’s agent, he had also left some leeway. Now, it was time to continue to negotiate.
After the visitation time passed, the director shouted that it was time to get back to work. Meng Xingchuan hauled his young assistant to flee quickly.
Although Yu Yao didn’t come from an acting background, Sister Nan had chosen her for another reason. She had a beautiful face and was indeed very talented in acting, and willing to spend her time on it. After starting up, she had never dragged the crew’s legs and had performed well.
Today, there were also many one-on-one scenes with Feng Jing that only needed to be done once, there weren’t any NG’s2NG – No Go- this means the shot is no good. The director was very satisfied, and Feng Jing had successfully completed his work earlier than anticipated.
“Happy birthday, Film Emperor Feng.” Yu Yao lifted her chin at him and tossed him a piece of chewing gum, the brand she usually preferred.
Feng Jing caught it and spaced out slightly. Did she work exceedingly hard today in order for him to end the job in advance?
… Suddenly he felt that Meng Xingchuan, that master idiot, was not worthy of her.
“Remember to chew a slice of gum before kissing.” Yu Yao ambiguously winked with her left eye and turned away.
Feng Jing: “—”
Sister Yao really was society’s Yao-jie.
After Feng Jing ended his work, Qin Fan did not continue to follow him. He returned to the company by himself, ready to negotiate with Yu Yao’s agent.
Feng Jing got in Mi Xie Er’s car and waited for Qin Fan to drive far away. Then he said to his assistant in the driver’s seat, “Drive me to Watertown Apartments.”
Mi Xie Er’s hands, which were holding onto the steering wheel, shook a bit. He looked at Feng Jing from the rearview mirror. “What’s the matter? Is there something left there and you forgot to take it? “
“Yes.”
Mi Xie Er: “—”
I believe you have a ghost! Mi Xie Er thought. 3MG: Mi Xie Er means Feng Jing left behind a ghost at the apartment, blerghing in disbelief
Obviously, this was all a part of Feng Jing’s plan. He, a little assistant, had no right to resist at all. Helpless, he drove the car to Watertown Apartments, then parked the car downstairs and waited for Feng Jing to “take something” and leave.
Feng Jing put on his mask and hat, and said to him, “I am a little tired because I worked for the whole day today. I may have to sleep for a moment after I look for the things. You can pick me up later.”
“—” The mood in Mi Xie Er’s heart was ever-changing, and at last he just squeezed a dry smile to his boss. “Go for it.”
Feng Jing nodded with satisfaction and got out of the car. Mi Xie Er sat in the car and mulled for a long time. He didn’t even notice whether the light on the fifteenth floor lit up or not, and then suddenly, he had a lucky stroke of enlightenment.
He understood! He understood! Feng Jing’s girlfriend lives in this building! No wonder he said that he must move here earlier. So everything made sense!
Mi Xie Er noticed that he didn’t seem to know the name of the building at first and thus made him investigate, but he had shrugged it off. His girlfriend must’ve lived here anyway!
Mi Xie Er was so excited as if he had won five million dollars in the lottery, his mood wouldn’t calm down for quite a while. This was the downside of being an assistant – even if you were holding the star’s amazing scoop in your hand, you couldn’t share it with anyone! So painful! 4MG: So it’s actually your urge to gossip, pfft! Larkspur: takes one to know one.
The light on the fifteenth floor would not light up, of course, because Feng Jing never went up. He left the elevator on the seventh floor and rang the doorbell of Jiang Ran’s house.
Today, although work ended in advance, he did not arrive too early. The dinner Jiang Ran prepared had cooled once again, and she heated it yet again.
Hearing the doorbell, Jiang Ran and Er Huang went over and opened the door together.
When Feng Jing saw Jiang Ran, he couldn’t help curl his eyes and pull her into his embrace. Although he used Er Huang’s body to see her every night, actually meeting her still felt very different. Right now, Jiang Ran was standing before him … face to face, and he couldn’t help but hold her in his arms.
For Jiang Ran, they hadn’t seen each other for a long time. Ever since the filming of 《Secret》 began, most of their communication was through WeChat, and they rarely even called each other. In fact, she was really missing him in her heart.
When Er Huang saw that they hugged, he yapped at them and with his body slammed the door shut.
As Jiang Ran breathed in Feng Jing’s scent, her heart seemed to fill up bit by bit. She shoved Feng Jing slightly and patted down her freshly washed hair.
“Let’s eat first. It will cool down again.”