Chapter 170: He Actually Said It Didn’t Look Like Her
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Song Chuyi was in a daze. He didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Take a look at your wallet when you get back.” Changqing grabbed her bag and turned her head as she went in.
Song Chuyi stood in place for a while before taking out the new wallet she gave him from his pocket and opened it. On the left side of the wallet, there was a photograph embedded in it. In the photograph, Changqing’s head was lowered slightly to make her eyes look big and charming. Her moist lips were slightly pursed together and the standard 45° angle for selfies made her chin looked sharp.
Fake.
That was the only word that surfaced in Song Chuyi’s mind. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He thought for a while and closed the wallet, putting it back in his pocket.
In the car, his phone vibrated.
He opened the message from Changqing: You’re not allowed to remove it.
Song Chuyi replied: It’s too fake; it doesn’t even look like you.
Changqing, who had just boarded the plane, almost went hysterical when she saw that line. How hateful. She specifically chose the most beautiful photo and printed it out, yet he actually said it didn’t look like her.
It was too much.
Changqing put her phone down angrily. However, the moment the plane took off, she quickly fell asleep. When the plane touched down, there was no hint of her waking up and she was forced awake by Wen Tong. “Hey, I remember you didn’t go out for supper last night. Even if you went back and seized the moment to have sex, you could’ve slept at one.”
Yan Molun was following behind them. Changqing felt like she was going to die of embarrassment. She glared at Wen Tong with her face all red.
She thought in her heart: Don’t tell me you only do it once after not seeing your boyfriend for a week?
Once they returned to Hong Kong, aside from filming every day, Changqing spent the rest of her time eating, drinking and shopping. In the end, when she weighed herself, she gained 1.5kg.
“A good woman doesn’t exceed 60.” Wen Tong stared at the number on the scale and hated herself for being an unqualified assistant. “I cannot allow you to pig out like this anymore.”
“But the Hong Kong-style dessert shop from yesterday was very good. I still want to go back again.” Changqing lay on the bed lazily. The thought of not being able to eat it anymore made her feel terrible.
She wasn’t someone who gained weight easily. Perhaps she had really eaten too well lately. “Say, I slog my guts out on the production team every day. How did I gain weight?”
“You stay in a presidential suite like this and have a luxurious set meal with the production team and even snack frequently. When you leave the production team at night, you still have supper. Anyone would gain weight like that.” Wen Tong sighed. “When other actors film on the outside, they always go through a lot of hardship and lose weight. My dear girl, you’re literally leading the life of a god in Hong Kong.”
Changqing blinked and thought through it carefully. It did seem as though she was leading a corrupt life.
She sighed. “I can’t help it. Ever since I got married to Chuchu, I haven’t had to worry about my pockets being empty and I’ve really been leading a contented life. As humans, once you open up your heart, your weight naturally goes up.”
“Then your heart should open up more so that you can grow to be like Pigsy. I guarantee that Song Chuyi wouldn’t want you anymore after that.” Wen Tong rolled her eyes. “Come back here straight after tomorrow’s shoot to rest. You’re not allowed to go out and play.”
Hearing that, Changqing thought that Wen Tong made some sense.
Women should still control their weight and couldn’t be too fat. That way, they would constantly be favored.
Just like in imperial harems in the past, with a bunch of women serving the Emperor, once your body went out of shape, you would be banished and fall out of favor very quickly.
In order to preserve her comfortable life, Changqing didn’t want to be banished. So, she agreed obediently.
The next day, Changqing went straight back to the hotel after she finished her shoot at six. She even had her dinner in the hotel’s restaurant.
This hotel was a high-class hotel in Hong Kong. Usually, there would be celebrities and rich businessmen coming in and out and their privacy was very well-maintained. Changqing didn’t have to worry either and chose a seat near the window where she could look down at the view of Victoria Harbor.
“Brother Molun, let’s eat together.” Changqing invited Yan Molun to eat together warmly.
Yan Molun took a look at her and sat down beside Wen Tong.
They had gotten along for quite some time and Wen Tong was no longer as fearful of him as before. She flipped open the menu and ordered some low-calorie vegetables before passing it to Yan Molun. “I’ll go on a diet with Changqing; just order whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” Yan Molun raised his eyebrows.
“Whatever you want, whatever you want,” Changqing said generously. In any case, she was using Song Chuchu’s card.
Yan Molun didn’t stand on ceremony and ordered a set of top-grade beef sirloin, caviar platter, ginseng chicken soup, lobster pie…
When the food had all arrived, Changqing looked at the bland and tasteless vegetable salad and fruits on her plate and again at Yan Molun’s fragrant dinner and felt upset. She cleared her throat and forced out a smile, saying, “Brother Molun, can you finish all those?”
“It’s alright. This isn’t considered much compared to back in the days when I was in South Africa,” Yan Molun said as he started cutting the steak.
Changqing blinked and told Wen Tong, “Why don’t we start our diet tomorrow?”
Wen Tong closed her eyes and simply avoided looking at the dinner on Yan Molun’s side, gritting her teeth as she said, “Do you still want to be in constant favor?”
Yan Molun looked at the two of them, baffled. He didn’t understand the world of these women. They were still pigging out the day before in Hong Kong, yet today, they were going on a diet. If that was the case, why did they have to force all the food down?
Changqing pouted and lowered her head as she ate her cherry tomatoes silently.
After eating for a while, she lifted her head and asked Yan Molun, “Right, Brother Molun, I’ve never asked you before, but how do you know Chuchu?”
Wen Tong nodded as well. She was really curious. One was a mercenary while the other was a doctor. How could these two have become connected? She said jokingly, “Don’t tell me Dr. Song saved you before?”
Yan Molun nodded. “Mm.”
Wen Tong and Changqing exchanged looks and were dazed.
“Six years ago, I was sent to North Africa to take part in an operation. However, I didn’t expect to have contracted dengue fever. The resources there were limited and without immediate treatment, my condition worsened after a few days. There were several times when I bled in large amounts and went into shock. There was a time when my partners abandoned me and left first. At that time, even I thought I was about to die. That was when I met Song Chuyi and his medical team. There were many big guys like me who died within 24 hours, but Song Chuchu didn’t give up on me even at the last minute.” Yan Molun said in a low voice, “He’s a conscientious, good doctor.”
Changqing nodded subconsciously.
She could’ve guessed how miserable the situation was then. Suddenly, she could sort of understand why Song Chuyi loved medicine so much.
To be able to save a person and receive gratitude from your patients, not to mention doctors, but even a wife like her had a strong sense of pride and satisfaction.
“At that time… Song Chuchu was only around 24 too, right?” Changqing lamented.
“He was also young and fearless then.” The corners of Yan Molun’s mouth finally broke into a smile. “People like us don’t have many friends. Perhaps it was during that moment of life or death that we became friends. On top of that, he was the only Chinese on his team and I’m also Chinese. I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity then.”
Changqing listened to every word he said seriously, as though she would be able to understand Song Chuchu’s past more the more she heard from him. “Then did he have a girlfriend at that time?”
Yan Molun froze. He watched that pair of big and pure eyes before him for a moment and shook his head. “I’m not sure.”
Changqing wasn’t very satisfied with that reply and was about to probe more when Wen Tong suddenly kicked her under the table. “Look outside.”
Changqing raised the curtain and took a look outside. Xin Ziao, whom she hadn’t seen for days, walked through the hallway with his head held high, dressed in a silver-grey suit. Beside him was Zhao Zhu. She even had a hand on his wrist.
Changqing was in a daze. Zhao Zhu, this little b*tch, was actually with Xin Ziao.
What was their relationship?
Had Xin Ziao and Ruan Yang broken up cleanly?
If they hadn’t broken up, wasn’t this two-timing?
If they had broken up, he was still pestering Ruan Yang earlier. How long had it been since then? He’d already gotten a new lover.
B*stard.
Changqing suddenly stood up and walked out with her phone.
“What are you doing?” Wen Tong pulled her back.
“Don’t worry about me; I’m going to take a picture of this.” Changqing looked around and followed behind them stealthily.
They walked all the way to the front and Xin Ziao’s assistant was following behind.
Changqing quickly took her phone out to take a picture. Although it wasn’t very clear, one could still faintly make it out.
Changqing returned back to her seat and quickly sent the picture to Ruan Yang over WeChat.
“Don’t tell me you want to release the picture to the media?” Wen Tong was afraid she would create some kind of trouble.
“No, I’m not that senseless.”
After sending it, Changqing checked her phone frequently. After a long time had passed, she started to feel a little regretful. Should she have not sent it to Ruan Yang?
Ruan Yang didn’t say it, but she actually still liked Xin Ziao. It was difficult to guarantee that after seeing the picture, she wouldn’t get overly upset…
The more she thought about it, the more nervous she got. Back in her room, the first thing Changqing did was call Ruan Yang. “Did you see the picture?”
“Yes…” Ruan Yang’s voice came across from the phone’s speaker and it sounded a little too quiet.
Changqing said uneasily, “Then… are you okay?”
Ruan Yang laughed softly.
Changqing quickly said, “That Xin Ziao must be blind. Are there no more women in this world? How could he even set his eyes on a little b*tch like Zhao Zhu? It’s too disgusting. Ruan Yang, you should’ve broken up with him sooner.”
Ruan Yang, who was all the way in Shanghai, was clad in a bathrobe and leaning lazily at the doorstep of the hotel’s balcony. The Oriental Pearl Tower was in the distance. She sighed softly. “Changqing, actually, Zhao Zhu is Xin Ziao’s fiance.”
“What?” Changqing felt like her morals were ruthlessly attacked. “When did they get engaged?”
“I’m not sure. I heard that they got engaged not long after Zhao Zongtao’s wife passed away. It must’ve been a few years ago.” Ruan Yang stared blankly ahead and even mocked herself: “Changqing, I’m not as good as you think I am. I’m also a third party. Previously, Zhao Zhu kept making trouble with you because you’re my friend. I’m sorry that I’ve implicated you.”
Changqing was totally stupefied.
In her eyes, Ruan Yang was a goddess and in other people’s eyes, Ruan Yang was unreachable.
She really couldn’t have expected this…
Actually, she had also been very puzzled about when she offended Zhao Zhu to cause her to be so ruthless towards her.
“Their engagement was due to business relations. Xin Ziao doesn’t love her at all. He told me that he would call off the engagement with Zhao Zhu and that he wouldn’t marry Zhao Zhu. I didn’t believe it in the past either. Afterwards, he kept being nice to me, so I wanted to give it a try as well. After giving it a try, I realized I went to the point of no return.” Ruan Yang was smiling throughout, as though it had nothing to do with her. “I’ve always known how to tell others what to do, but actually, in front of love, we all become very foolish.”