Chapter 74: Can You Be More Discreet?

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Shen Qingzhi held the phone and turned a few corners into the lounge.

The shooting ended in the morning and it was lunch break. After she and Gu Jinrong exchanged two messages, they made a video call.

The two of them haven't made it public yet, but they can't help but connect at every opportunity despite being in two places, preferring voice over text and video over voice.

Being bold yet having to guard against being discovered by others, the good and legal wives seemed to be having an affair.

At first, Gu Jinrong always felt that this was very unfair to her little girl. Every time she sees her struggling to find a place and excuses to contact her, it is very difficult.

But after a while, she noticed that Shen Qingzhi seemed to enjoy it as if she was playing some interesting adventure game.

For example, at this moment, the girl on the video call was holding her phone, vividly recounting how “thrilling” it was when she had just shaken off a group of staff, looking as if she had accomplished something remarkable.

Gu Jinrong was infected by her happy mood, and the fatigue from a busy morning dissipated at that moment.

Shen Qingzhi, who was not filming, tied her long light blonde hair into a simple ponytail and wore the same pure white long dress, looking youthful and energetic.

Because of shooting the music video, Shen Qingzhi had been pretending to be silent and demure the whole morning. Now seeing her beloved, she couldn't help but open up and share in detail the experiences of the few hours they hadn't seen each other.

"Today when we were filming the MV, the director asked me to walk eleven times by the river to capture the moment when my hair naturally flies up. But the final result turned out quite good, I'll show it to you later.”

"Speaking of which, I have been in so many crews before, but this is my first time shooting a music video. There aren't many lines, but it feels quite refreshing.”

"The director praised me many times today, and there was a young lady who kept staring at me. Mm, she must be coveting my beauty.”

The lovestruck Shen Qingzhi was so different from her previous proud self and seemed like she had an endless stream of words, and Gu Jinrong unquestionably proved to be a perfect listener.

No matter how much or what she said, those gentle and charming eyes would always look at her intently.

From time to time, she would take over the conversation and prevent her little girl from singing a one-man show, "Which little sister is coveting my dear wife?"

The image of the girl coveting her beauty flashed through Shen Qingzhi's mind.

Initially, she had a habit of talking incessantly, but whenever it came to Gu Jinrong, she oddly took her words seriously.

Thus, she rummaged through scattered memories, picking what she could share with Gu Jinrong.

"There's this girl who composed and wrote the lyrics for our MV, she's around your age and quite talented, uh..."

Shen Qingzhi almost blurted out "with red hair," but suddenly recalled Gu Jinrong's changed expression the last time she heard about Wen Qi's news.

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She didn't want to make anyone unhappy, so she swallowed the words alive.

However, those two bits of information were enough to pique Gu Jinrong's interest.

Composing lyrics, around my age...

Seeing Gu Jinrong's slightly gloomy expression, she playfully teased, “Hey, aren't you a little petty? You're upset just because someone glanced at me a few times?"

“Mm, I am very stingy, so Qingqing, you have to stay away from her, otherwise I will be very unhappy.”

Gu Jinrong's words came off as both domineering and unreasonable, which was quite out of character for her usual gentle demeanor.

However, instead of feeling offended, Shen Qingzhi found her incredibly cute.

So she laughed with a ‘pfft’, "Okay, okay, I got it. If she keeps staring, I'll just turn my head away and not let her see."

The video call lasted for half an hour before Shen Qingzhi left the lounge, pocketing her phone. As she looked up, she nearly collided head-on with a tall woman standing at the doorway.

"Teacher...Wen…Wen Qi, your lounge seems to be next door."

Shen Qingzhi leaned against the door, maintaining a half-meter distance. If the person hadn't been positioned perfectly at the direct exit, she might have pretended not to notice her.

"I came to find you." With no one else around, Wen Qi didn't take any detours and went straight to the point.

Shen Qingzhi glanced at the woman standing in front of her, almost expressionless, thinking: We aren't really that close, are we?

She had just promised her wife to keep her distance from this person, so she needed to keep her word. Therefore, she chuckled awkwardly in response.

"If it's about the MV, you should communicate directly with the director. I'm just a small actress, I follow the director's lead."

"It's not work-related, but it might interest you." Wen Qi said, pulling out a pocket watch from around her neck and glancing at the time, intentionally letting Shen Qingzhi see the photo inside the watch.

It was Gu Jinrong.

It turns out that this person is not coveting my beauty, she is coveting my wife!

While earlier Shen Qingzhi had patiently feigned ignorance toward Wen Qi, now she was genuinely upset.

She had no time to think about the dispute between Wen Qi and Gu Jinrong for the time being. She only wanted to get this person out of her sight, so she was not so polite when she spoke again.

"I'm sorry, we don't seem to have the kind of relationship where we can talk about personal matters. I'm quite hungry now and going for a meal. Please move aside."

"Aren't you curious at all?" Wen Qi thought Shen Qingzhi hadn't seen the content of the photo and pushed the pocket watch closer to her.

Shen Qingzhi pursed her lips and stared at the pocket watch without saying a word.

In the photo, Gu Jinrong faced the camera with a natural expression, wearing a beige knitted sweater, looking a few years younger than now, exceptionally beautiful.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is, judging from the various behaviors of the owner of the pocket watch, Shen Qingzhi wasn't naive enough to believe that the person was merely a fan of her wife.

The person's demeanor, seemingly in control of everything, clearly indicated she had come prepared.

Shen Qingzhi was actually very curious at the moment. She had countless questions and was eager to find an answer, but the woman's sixth sense told her that this was not a good time to be curious.

"I feel like what you say next may not be that pleasant, so you might as well not say it.”

Wen Qi:...

She had prepared several responses, anticipating various reactions from Shen Qingzhi, but unexpectedly, Shen Qingzhi's words left her speechless.

A crack appeared on her previously assured demeanor as she unwillingly tried to persuade: "This matter should be quite important to you, won't you reconsider?"

"I won't reconsider. I'm hungry, and it's almost mealtime."

With that statement, Shen Qingzhi dropped all pretenses of politeness and brushed past Wen Qi.

Since it is a matter related to Gu Jinrong, she should let the person involved speak personally.

Many things can easily change their taste when relayed by a third party.

Just like when Gu Jinrong left without explanation back then, she could have had numerous chances to clarify things face-to-face. Yet, she chose to rely on partial truths from others, leading to self-destruction and wasting much time.

Nine years had passed. She was now someone's wife. She should have grown up to some extent, right?

Shen Qingzhi walked briskly toward the riverside, tilting her head back to take in a deep breath. Surprisingly, she hadn't noticed before how fresh the air was here.

The main theme of the music video had wrapped up in the morning, leaving Shen Qingzhi with just a few cameo shots for other songs in the afternoon, making her workload much lighter.

Throughout this time, Wen Qi had stayed on the set, her gaze often lingering on Shen Qingzhi.

The feeling of being spied on and observed was a bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, Shen Qingzhi was thick-skinned and completed all the remaining shooting work efficiently and steadily.

With that, Shen Qingzhi concluded her work in F Country. Having spent two weeks apart from her wife, she was now eager to return home. She politely declined the director's invitation to celebrate the wrap-up, single-mindedly heading back to her beloved homeland.

During her earlier conversation with Gu Jinrong, she had intentionally mentioned her return date as a day later, aiming to surprise her.

However, as soon as she landed, she received a text message: [Exit from Gate A2].

When Shen Qingzhi saw the sender, she had a premonition.

Sure enough, when she followed the instructions and walked out of the airport, she spotted a tall figure in a coffee-colored windbreaker, waving at her from a distance.

This outfit is really not low-key at all.

Even though she is wearing a mask now, just looking at her figure, standing in the crowd is quite eye-catching.

Whose wife could look this good? Oh, right, it's my wife who looks this good.

Shen Qingzhi pursed her lips, hiding the smile that was about to overflow in her mouth, grabbed her suitcase, and walked quickly towards Gu Jinrong.

Li Qian, whose job was taken away by her boss, had nothing in her hands. She was stunned for only a second before she realized what she was doing and ran after her.

Gu Jinrong chose a place with few people to stand. Seeing Shen Qingzhi step forward, she immediately took the luggage from her hand and stuffed it into the trunk of the car.

The driver was Xiao Ling. After Li Qian and Gu Jinrong exchanged greetings, Li Qian voluntarily took the front passenger seat, leaving the backseat's private space for the long-awaited reunion of the two young lovers.

As the private car sped along the highway and the windows were rolled up, outsiders couldn't peek into the scene inside the car. Shen Qingzhi and Gu Jinrong sat side by side in the spacious backseat, although there was plenty of room, they insisted on squeezing together, saving half of it.

Shen Qingzhi grabbed one of Gu Jinrong's hands and played with it like a schoolgirl, speaking in a greasy manner.

"Didn't I say I'd come back tomorrow? Why did you come and pick me up at this time, aren't you busy?"

Gu Jinrong clasped Shen Qingzhi's hand back, taking advantage of the divider in the car's center. Leaning over, she planted a kiss on that soft ear, speaking in a slightly breathy tone.

"Nothing is more important than you. We haven't seen each other for so long, and you're still deceiving me, you little rascal."

Shen Qingzhi felt a little ticklish from the sudden kiss, she snorted tenderly and pushed the other person's warm shoulder with her palm.

"Can you be a bit more discreet? There are people in the front."

After all, this divider is not soundproof.

Xiao Ling was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel in her hands, her expression more serious than that of a trained soldier.

In the past half month, Gu Jinrong has been fine when working in front of people, but behind the scenes, her face has simply changed. What gentle, rational, and mature? She has already gone OOC to the point of no end.

As the most trusted assistant of the boss, accidentally stumbling upon such a massive secret, what else could she do but keep it to herself, maintaining composure despite the shock?

Compared with Xiao Ling's calmness, Li Qian on the side had already let out a series of groundhog screams "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" in her heart.

When Shen Qingzhi talked to Gu Jinrong before, she would always find a secluded space to lock herself up.

So from Li Qian’s point of view: the boss went abroad to work for a while, and her CP, in the blink of an eye skipped over the ambiguous pushing and pulling stage, and dived straight into the romantic relationship.

Whose CP was this sweet and still provides after-sales service? Oh, it's my CP.

Author’s Note:

Wen Qi: I have something to say.

Shen Qingzhi: No, you don’t.