She and Ji Yunxin had had physical contact before. It was the first and only time a month ago. Jian Yan remembered that day when Ji Yunxin's grandfather was hospitalized due to a relapse of his old illness. The Ji family called them over. The old man drove away everyone and took the two of them, holding one person in each hand, crying and saying, "I don't have any wishes in this life. The only regret is that I can't see you have a child."
Jian Yan opened her mouth at the time, but she didn't know what to say. After three years of marriage, they had very few opportunities to meet, let alone touch. If she didn't take the initiative to speak, Ji Yunxin wouldn't take the initiative to speak either. The atmosphere was deadlocked until the old man cried enough and pulled them to ask, "Are you going to have a baby or not?"
To have a baby or not
Is it up to her to decide
Jian Yan didn't know what was wrong with Ji Yunxin, or maybe the old man's regret touched a certain point in her. On the way back that day, she did not go directly to the company as usual, but asked the driver to take them back to the villa.
The villa was the wedding gift from the old man. She thought it was a little paradise for the two of them, but it turned out to be a prison for her. Ji Yunxin, who hadn't appeared in the apartment for half a year, looked at her solemnly and asked, "Do you want it?"
She didn't know whether Ji Yunxin was asking whether she wanted a child or whether she simply wanted one.
But these two answers made no difference to her. She wanted Ji Yunxin, and she wanted her child even more, so she nodded in obedience to her heart. Ji Yunxin stared at her for a long time and said, "Go take a shower."
Jian Yan could never have imagined that their wedding night would end successfully in the third year of their marriage, more than a month before their divorce.
To say it was perfect was actually a bit wrong. After all, it was the first time for both of them. They were unskilled and stumbled along. They basically spent the first half of the night trying to figure it out, and only in the second half did they enjoy a little pleasure. Unfortunately, it was basically Ji Yunxin who was trying to figure it out while she was enjoying it. Jian Yan took a sip of wine. If she had known that they would get divorced in a month, she would have had sex with Ji Yunxin that day. At least—
"Jian Yan." Gu Yong kicked her with the tip of her high heels: "The phone is ringing."
Jian Yan came back to her senses and sat up straight. The bar was already very noisy. Men and women all around slid into the dance floor, the music was blaring, and two girls on the sofa opposite were hugging and kissing. Gu Cai yawned and said, "I have to get to work. If you have nothing to do, sit for a while. If you don't want to stay here, come back to my place first."
She knew that Jian Yan didn't like places like bars, saying that the smell of alcohol was too strong here and she was afraid that Ji Yunxin would dislike it if she went back. At that time, she wanted to poke her on the forehead and say, Ji Yunxin went to her villa less than twice a year, so how could he not like it
Gu Cai stood up and patted Jian Yan again: "Cell phone, cell phone."
Jian Yan then lowered her head and took out her phone from her bag. She was stunned for a few seconds when she saw the name on the screen, then she looked up and said to Gu Cai, "I'll go back first."
Gu Cai nodded: "Go ahead, do you want to drive my car?"
Jian Yan pulled the corner of her mouth: "I've been drinking."
Gu Cai slapped his forehead and said, "That's right, then you go back first."
Jian Yan walked out of the noisy bar holding her phone. The cold wind was howling outside, making her body unsteady. There was a restaurant outside the bar, so she stood under the sign to block the wind while answering the phone: "Hello, screenwriter Luo."
Luo Jing smiled and said, "I told you, don't call me that, just call me by my name. By the way, have you read the script?"
Jian Yan pinched her aching temple. She had been busy dealing with her divorce recently and hadn't gotten around to reading the script. She felt a little embarrassed and said, "I haven't finished reading it yet. I've been a little busy lately."
"Is that so?" Luo Jing thought for a few seconds: "Can you give me an answer before the day after tomorrow?"
"The director asked me for someone."
Jian Yan said hurriedly: "I'll go back and take a look."
"There's no need to be so anxious." Luo Jing smiled and said, "I can still delay for a few days. Take a good look at it. If you have any questions, call me."
Jian Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
"I told you not to be so polite." Luo Jing said dissatisfiedly: "Just call me Jingjing."
Jian Yan laughed dryly twice: "Okay, Jingjing."
Luo Jing held the phone and said, "You are so good. That's it. I'll wait for your call the day after tomorrow."
A gust of wind blew over, and Jian Yan felt quite cold. She shivered with coldness and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, bye."
Jian Yan hung up the phone only after the other end of the line replied goodbye. Luo Jing was someone she met on this trip. They were in the same group. Jian Yan had a fixed tour group. At first, she was afraid that it would be inconvenient to go out because she was an artist, so she liked to wear a mask every time she traveled. Later, she found that she was already an 18th-tier, expired artist, and no one cared about her at all, so she took off the mask. She didn't go out much, only twice a year. She met Luo Jing on the most recent trip. On the way there, Luo Jing was not very familiar with her. After arriving at the place and resting at night, the water heater in Luo Jing's room was broken, so he came to use the water heater in her room, and the two of them started chatting. She still remembered that Luo Jing stood at the door and looked at her for a long time after taking a shower, and finally said, "Are you the Jian Yan who became a successful actress?"
Jian Yan didn't expect that someone still remembered that she had acted in a movie. Although it was four years ago, acting was one of her few hobbies, so she started chatting with Luo Jing. Luo Jing was very talkative. That night, the two talked about her drama, filming, and the script. At the end, Luo Jing revealed her identity. She was a screenwriter, nicknamed Luo Sanri.
Jian Yan was stunned at that moment.
Although she has been out of the entertainment industry for a long time, she still cares about things in the entertainment industry. She has no impression of the name Luo Jing, but she knows Luo Sanri, a gold medal screenwriter in the industry. All scripts written by her are big hits, and the artists win many awards. But she herself is very low-key, so low-key that she is a little mysterious. She has never appeared in front of the media, and many people don't know whether she is a man or a woman. The artists who have worked with her keep their mouths shut. Every time they ask about her, they just smile. After all, they still count on Luo Sanri's scripts. Who would be so desperate to ruin his own job and expose Luo Sanri's affairs? So whether Luo Sanri is a man or a woman has become a mystery to the outside world.
Of course Jian Yan didn't believe her immediately and thought she was joking. After all, would the mysterious Luo Sanri introduce himself to her, whom she had only known for less than a week
But the facts slapped her in the face. The next day, Luo Jing was chatting with a well-known director, and she "happened" to see him. Luo Jing pointed at her and said to the director: "That's her. I think this role is very suitable."
Only then did she believe that the person in front of her was indeed the mysterious Luo Sanri. Jian Yan recalled that scene and felt that her mouth was wide enough to swallow two eggs. Not only did she get to know Luo Sanri by accident, but she also had a script in her hand when she came back. Luo Jing smiled and said, "I think this role is very suitable for you. If you are interested, please call me."
The script is still lying in her bag. It is the only thing she brought out from the apartment. Jian Yan stood in the wind. After a gust of wind, her confused mind became much clearer, except for a slight headache. She doesn't drink often. In the past, Gu Cai always liked to say that she was a good wife and mother. In fact, it was not entirely because of Ji Yunxin, but also partly because she didn't like alcohol.
There were many people coming and going at the entrance of the bar. Those who walked past did not forget to look back at Jian Yan. She was tall and well-proportioned. Although most of her face was blocked by the sign, her exposed skin was white and translucent. She looked like a beauty. People passing by frequently looked over here. Finally, a few of them pushed and shoved their way to Jian Yan. One of the men held his mobile phone and said, "Miss, can you add me on WeChat?"
Jian Yan glanced sideways and saw that the man who came to ask for WeChat was about 23 or 24 years old, with fair skin, wearing a jacket, and had a very clean temperament. There were other people walking with him behind him, all of whom looked at her curiously. Jian Yan said, "Sorry, it's inconvenient."
Lin Mu saw her face exposed and stood there stupidly. Jian Yan's white jade face was stained with red because of the alcohol. Her eyebrows were like distant black, and her eyelashes were long and thick, like cicada wings, ready to fly. Her eyes were watery and looked at people with tenderness. There was also a small mole at the corner of her eye, which would be a flaw on other people's faces, but on her face, it made people feel charming for no reason, especially when she squinted slightly, the mole seemed to have a soul, adding charm. Lin Mu's hands trembled and his face immediately turned red: "Yes, yes, sorry, I disturbed you."
Jian Yan couldn't help but chuckle at his innocent look. The light just happened to hit the side of her face, and there was a row of gasps behind the man. Under their gaze, Jian Yan nodded gracefully, walked to the side of the road, and hailed a taxi.
"pretty!"
"it's beautiful!"
“So beautiful!”
"But don't you think it looks familiar?"
The person next to Lin Mu put his hand on his chin and said, "I always feel like I'm the same person."
Everyone looked at him. The person who spoke coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed to be stared at. He swallowed his saliva and said, "I think he looks a lot like Jian Yan."
Jian Yan finally returned to Gu Cai's villa. After entering, she chose a guest room to lie down. Someone cleaned the room regularly, so although no one lived in the room, the quilt and sheets were still clean. Jian Yan lay on the bed for a while and then turned to look out the window.
The moon was hanging in the tree, oval in shape, and she suddenly thought of that night with Ji Yunxin. The moonlight was so bright, and she could even clearly see Ji Yunxin's facial features as he approached her, his light eyebrows, his fierce eyes, which gradually became gentle after the kiss, his nose brushing across her skin, causing her body to tremble, and his lips. The words that came out of his lips were so cold, but they brought her endless sweetness.
Jian Yan closed her eyes, not knowing whether she had drunk too much tonight. She kept thinking of Ji Yunxin's body covered in moonlight, her skin as white as jade, flawless, and glowing. When she approached her, she put her hands around her waist and began to explore little by little, going inside...
The music on her cell phone suddenly sounded, and Jian Yan sat up abruptly. She shook her head and answered the phone: "Hello."
There was silence on the other end of the line, and after a few seconds someone called out, "Jian Yan."
Jian Yan frowned, and was stunned when she heard this familiar voice. She bit her lip and asked, "Is it Su, Sister Su?"
The person on the other end had a heavy nasal tone, as if sighing, and she replied: "Yes, it's me, Su Ziqi."