She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 32

Ji Yaoguang looked at the slightly submissive man before her, finding it somewhat amusing. Having been in the entertainment industry for some time now, how could he still be so naive? They barely even qualified as nodding acquaintances, so why should she help him? Ji Yaoguang wasn't one to randomly extend kindness, and at her core, she was quite cold and indifferent. She looked Jiang Huai up and down. This newly popular young actor—wasn't Sheng Tang Era already rushing to promote him? What were his intentions in wanting to join Chang Yu's studio?

The few minutes of waiting felt prolonged. Jiang Huai gazed at that delicate yet cold face under the lights, a feeling of despair slowly growing in his heart. He wouldn't get what he wanted from Ji Yaoguang. Pressing his lips together, he forced a stiff smile and raised his glass, saying, "Sorry for the disturbance." Then he turned and left, donning another facade as he immersed himself in the glittering world of fame and fortune.

Lu Yusheng and Chang Yu's conversation had shifted from work to other matters. As Ji Yaoguang approached, she only heard Chang Yu say coolly, "If a person doesn't want to be saved, you can't save her." Ji Yaoguang's heart skipped a beat. During their divorce, had Chang Yu gone through a similar emotional journey? Had she gradually fallen into despair because of Ji Yaoguang's attitude? Had it finally reached a point of no return? Even though everything had been cleared up with Chang Yu, a faint worry still lingered in Ji Yaoguang's heart. She feared waking up one day to find herself back at square one.

The red wine swirled in the glass as Ji Yaoguang sought to use external means to mask her overly active thoughts. Just as her lips touched the cool rim of the glass, a hand reached out and took it away.

Chang Yu remembered Ji Yaoguang's drunken state very clearly. Even if she wasn't loud or disruptive, being drunk was never a good thing. She tilted her head back slightly and drained the glass in one go, then shook her head disapprovingly at Ji Yaoguang. For someone with poor alcohol tolerance, forcing oneself to drink in such situations was the last thing one should do.

Ji Yaoguang's gaze slowly trailed down Chang Yu's neck. She swallowed and shook her head, trying to dispel her wandering thoughts. Perhaps it was due to the prolonged period of calm, but once certain emotions surged up, they seemed to spread like wildfire, developing into an uncontrollable trend. Chang Yu's eyes were veiled with a layer of mist, somewhat unfocused. For a moment, Ji Yaoguang hoped she might be drunk. However, Chang Yu's alcohol tolerance and self-control would never allow such a thing to happen. By the time the party ended, she was still one of the most clearheaded people present.

The walk back to the room wasn't long. Ji Yaoguang followed Chang Yu out of the elevator, watching as she opened the door and was about to enter. This time there was no script—what if she wasn't allowed in? Anxiety welled up in her heart, and her actions were faster than her thoughts. She darted forward like an agile loach, squeezing between Chang Yu and the door. Collapsing onto the sofa, she feigned a drunken, bleary-eyed look and said softly, "My head hurts. I drank too much."

"......" Chang Yu closed the door, folded her arms across her chest, and leisurely walked over to Ji Yaoguang. She placed her cool hand against Ji Yaoguang's face and said matter-of-factly, "You seem to be drunk. You should go back to your own room to sleep." Ji Yaoguang hadn't actually drunk much at all—who would have dared to pressure her? Even the toast from Director Li Ou had ultimately been intercepted by Chang Yu.

"When drunk, limbs feel weak and the head feels dizzy," Ji Yaoguang said, grasping Chang Yu's hand. The sparkle in her eyes dispelled her previous pretense as she winked at Chang Yu. With a sudden tug, she pulled Chang Yu into her arms and asked in a low voice, "What were you discussing with Lu Yusheng? Didn't she say she wasn't coming?"

"Are you unhappy that she came?" Chang Yu shifted slightly, her hands resting on Ji Yaoguang's shoulders as she asked calmly.

The words of denial caught in Ji Yaoguang's throat. She smiled at Chang Yu and said frankly, "Yes, I didn't have much chance to talk to you after she arrived. You always discuss things I don't want to hear about."

"Sometimes it's not bad to listen to certain things," Chang Yu said with a faint smile. "But what were you and Jiang Huai whispering about? Why did he approach you repeatedly? On set, he's been very attentive to you—everyone's noticed." In the past, she wouldn't have said such things, generally considering them trivial gossip. But Ji Kaiyang's words that day had enlightened her, and she was trying things she previously wouldn't have attempted or been willing to try. It didn't feel so bad.

"I thought he was after my beauty," Ji Yaoguang snorted, responding in a joking tone. She carefully observed Chang Yu's expression, and seeing that her face maintained that relaxed look, Ji Yaoguang continued, "He asked if I could help him join your studio. It seems he doesn't want to stay with Sheng Tang Era anymore. As for Jiang Huai, he's got the looks, but his acting skills..." Her eyes rolled playfully, leaving some things unsaid but mutually understood. What defines a popular young actor? He was actually of the same ilk as her, often referred to as a "vase"—all looks, no substance. While Sheng Tang Era could nurture artists like Chang Yu, more often they mass-produced starlets and pretty boys.

"He indeed can't stay there," Chang Yu responded quietly after a moment of silence. "You might not know this, but Jiang Huai is the illegitimate son of Jiang Shoufa, CEO of Sheng Tang Era. He's not publicly acknowledged. Jiang Huai's half-brothers may not tolerate his presence. While Jiang Shoufa can provide him with some resources, in the end, his brothers, vying for power, will likely destroy him. Jiang Huai understands this himself."

"Oh? There's such a relationship involved?" Ji Yaoguang genuinely didn't know about this. Frowning slightly, she asked, "So, do you want to take Jiang Huai in?"

Chang Yu shook her head and said, "No, his acting skills are inadequate."

Chang Yu's response was within reason, but her tone... Ji Yaoguang's hands crept up to Chang Yu's waist, gently caressing through the thin sweater. Her thoughts drifted elsewhere, and it took a while before she found her voice again to ask, "So does that mean your studio won't sign me either when it's established?"

"That's right," Chang Yu's response was rather cruel, and she didn't seem to waver even when Ji Yaoguang gave her a pitiful look. Of course, Ji Yaoguang also knew Chang Yu's meticulous attitude towards work. She pouted but didn't blame her, instead becoming entranced by her seriousness. Reluctantly removing her hands from Chang Yu's waist, she felt a sense of inexplicable emptiness as her arms were left vacant. She pressed her lips together, feeling somewhat regretful. "I'm going to take a shower," she said to Chang Yu.

The unspoken implication was: remember not to lock the door.

On this last night at the hotel, Ji Yaoguang wanted to spend the night in Chang Yu's room. There were still things left unsaid when Lu Yusheng had interrupted. Even if Chang Yu had forgotten about their previous topic, Ji Yaoguang remembered it clearly. Chang Yu didn't respond verbally, but Ji Yaoguang saw a kind of tacit permission in her eyes, causing her heart to leap with joy immediately.

By the time she slipped back into Chang Yu's room wearing a bathrobe, Chang Yu had already dried her hair and was sitting on the bed. The usual script had been replaced by a small smartphone in her hand. Sometimes she smiled, sometimes she frowned—it was unclear what was stirring her emotions. A radiant smile never left Ji Yaoguang's face as she crawled under the covers. Curious, she peeked at Chang Yu's phone screen, but before she could make out the words, she received a gentle flick on her forehead.

Ji Yaoguang rubbed her forehead, her eyes still full of curiosity: "What are you looking at?"

Chang Yu glanced at her and replied coolly, "My upcoming work schedule."

Ji Yaoguang said, "It looked more like photos. Isn't a work schedule usually in a table format?"

Chang Yu glared at her and said seriously, "You saw wrong."

"Alright," Ji Yaoguang still didn't quite believe it, but since Chang Yu had denied it, there was no point in pressing further. At the party, she had taken a roundabout approach and was just about to discuss something important when Lu Yusheng suddenly appeared. Now that she had another opportunity to be alone with Chang Yu, she found herself at a loss for words. After hesitating for a long time, she only managed to utter "I" before falling silent.

Her expression became increasingly conflicted, accompanied by a sense of unease and anxiety. Recalling Ji Yaoguang's drunken state—pitiful and helpless, like an abandoned child, in a sorry state—Chang Yu's heart clenched tightly. Her eyes instantly became deep and intense, fixed on Ji Yaoguang's face as she asked in a gentler tone, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"I, I—" Her tongue seemed tied. Under Chang Yu's gaze, the eloquent Ji Yaoguang had vanished. She was actually very afraid of rejection, but if she didn't ask, that thorn would remain lodged in her heart. Feeling the sudden increase in weight around her waist, Ji Yaoguang leaned closer into Chang Yu's embrace. Looking up slightly and staring at those full, red lips, her face suddenly flushed.

Could it be—

A guess surfaced in Chang Yu's mind, and a blush spread from the base of her ears. Ji Yaoguang had curled up entirely in her arms, and the loose bathrobe had opened slightly due to her movement, clearly revealing a glimpse of her cleavage. Her delicate skin gleamed like jade under the light. A sudden surge of desire burned in Chang Yu's throat like a raging fire. She wasn't a person of strong carnal desires, but that didn't mean she wasn't attracted to the person in her arms. It seemed like a long time since she had touched the delicate body beneath those clothes, and even the soft moans and sighs of passion had been buried deep in her memories.

At this moment, Ji Yaoguang's face was flushed, her gaze hazy, appearing shy and timid.

It was like a switch, releasing the long-suppressed yearning within.

"Do you want to—"