She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 40

Ji Yaoguang's series of actions—liking, reposting—were quick and decisive, with a mysterious smile lingering at the corners of her lips. The haters who had been active on her Weibo seemed to have vanished, or perhaps they had been driven away by her enthusiastic fans. She scrolled through the comments one by one, liking all those that spoke well of her and Chang Yu, then clicked into the CP main page to watch some video edits. However, as she laughed, she suddenly realized that in others' edits, her story with Chang Yu seemed much warmer, to the point where even she, the protagonist, was quite envious.

"What are you looking at, smiling like that?" Chang Yu walked into the room carrying a laptop, immediately noticing Ji Yaoguang's foolish grin. She approached the bed's edge and nudged Ji Yaoguang's arm, signaling her to move aside and make space. Having dealt with most work-related matters, her inbox was full of script invitations, but as she browsed through them, few piqued her interest. At her level, there was no need to accept trashy films just to please the crowd. Her choices were based firstly on interest, and secondly on the quality of the work.

"I'm looking at our CP main page, at the photos they've taken. Actually, if they came right up in front of me to take photos, I wouldn't refuse," Ji Yaoguang pushed her phone in front of Chang Yu. Her gaze caught sight of words like "time travel" and "inn" on the computer screen. Just as she was about to say something, Chang Yu had already clicked open a video edit. The sound that suddenly filled the room immediately drew her attention. It was a video compiled from several dramas, currently playing a feeding scene. The video's rendering was just right, turning an ordinary life scene into one full of warmth and tenderness. Staring intently at Chang Yu, Ji Yaoguang suddenly remembered something.

"It wasn't this heartwarming. I remember when we were on set, you made me eat cilantro," Ji Yaoguang's small complaint rang out. How could Chang Yu not know her tastes? The evil cilantro and fennel, even if faced with a desperate situation of exhausted supplies, she would never touch them, preferring to starve rather than eat.

"Mm," A hint of a smile appeared on Chang Yu's face. She recalled her state of mind at that time, loving and hating Ji Yaoguang, the accumulated contradictions in her heart driving her nearly mad. Such small actions could slightly alleviate some of that, but afterwards, she felt more annoyed at her own childish behavior—it was clearly because she couldn't let go! Now she knew, there was no need to let go. Glancing at Ji Yaoguang, who was puffing out her cheeks, she replied seriously, "Don't be picky with food. Being picky is bad for your health."

"This..." Ji Yaoguang was speechless. After a while, she managed to squeeze out, "You have a point, but I will defend my right not to eat cilantro to the death!"

Chang Yu didn't respond, just looked at Ji Yaoguang with a smile. Her faint smile was like a dim firefly, but it had its own charm. Just looking at Chang Yu's profile could inspire a moth-to-flame kind of courage. Ji Yaoguang lowered her eyelashes, but raised them again moments later, her sparkling eyes as brilliant as stars. She covered her mouth and coughed lightly, saying euphemistically, "Time flies, another day has passed." Night had fallen, leaving only the momentary glow of neon lights tearing through the darkness.

"Hmm?" Chang Yu raised an eyebrow, putting down her phone and pushing the laptop aside.

"Should we—" Ji Yaoguang suppressed the excitement in her heart, her hands on the quilt clenched into fists. Her gaze gradually slid down Chang Yu's collar, as if her eyes could penetrate that thin layer of nightwear and fall on her skin. The surrounding air suddenly became ambiguous and amorous. After keeping Chang Yu in suspense for a while, seeing her gaze grow deeper, she finally finished her thought. "Should we watch a horror movie?"

"..." Chang Yu pressed her lips together, curling her fingertips to gently flick Ji Yaoguang's forehead, which was infinitely close to her. A horror movie? It was quite something that she could come up with this idea. However, in her impression, this person wasn't particularly brave. She had invited her to watch movies before, and even the "Happy Ghost" series could make her tremble with fear, her shrill screams truly ear-piercing. The corners of her lips curled into a meaningful smile as Chang Yu replied, "Alright." She just hoped there wouldn't be any screaming this time.

Probably also remembering her embarrassing experiences, Ji Yaoguang's smile became a bit restrained. She had forgotten who had given her the idea, saying that when dating a girl, you should take her to watch horror movies. This way, there would be plenty of opportunities to show off one's "heroism," and wouldn't it be delightful to have a beauty in your arms, comforting her with soft words? But in reality, Chang Yu, who was used to all kinds of films, showed no reaction on her face, while Ji Yaoguang was scared out of her wits— However, that experience had achieved its purpose in a way. Times were different now, and she thought that after years of tempering, she wouldn't easily be defeated by a horror movie.

The lights in the room dimmed, and the phone screen flickered. The computer screen slowly changed from black to deep blue, accompanied by music that gave one goosebumps. A piercing "meow" almost penetrated the eardrums, followed by a flash of glowing green eyes and a pool of dark red blood. The film itself wasn't particularly scary; it was mainly the music that created the atmosphere. On a starless, moonless night, in a dilapidated alley, a group of cats formed a long queue, walking with elegant cat steps, as if someone was leading them. Suddenly, car headlights flashed, tires screeched, and curses erupted from the driver's mouth as he looked at the few cats crushed into meat patties, his brows furrowed into a knot— This scene introduced the story of "Cats in the Deep Alley."

Ji Yaoguang curled up entirely under the quilt, only her eyes visible, her heart almost jumping out of her throat. She bit the corner of the quilt to suppress her impending scream. Turning to look at Chang Yu, her face was lit by the bluish light from the screen, staring at the film without blinking, as if the groups of cats were walking through her eyes. With this association, Ji Yaoguang's face turned pale. She had really overestimated her courage; no matter how many years passed, she could only crumble in the face of horror movies. Trembling, she extended a hand from under the quilt, but just then, a knife suddenly fell on the screen, frightening her into immediately withdrawing her hand, a scream escaping her mouth.

Chang Yu made a gesture for silence, her expression looking somewhat mysterious.

"I don't want to watch anymore," Ji Yaoguang heard her own voice trembling, truly scared to the point of tears. However, her voice, as light as a mosquito's buzz, was quickly drowned out by the heightened background music of the film. Curled up under the quilt, she covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the external sounds. In her heart, she was wailing about why she had done such a stupid thing; wasn't watching a horror movie just asking for punishment?

The quilt was quickly lifted, and light, along with Chang Yu's smile, invaded: "Why aren't you watching anymore?"

Ji Yaoguang's head shook like a rattle drum— When fear arose and she was about to scream loudly, Chang Yu silenced her with a kiss. Indeed, it was a beautiful daydream. After the film was turned off, a chilling scream still lingered. Ji Yaoguang shook her ears and rolled into Chang Yu's arms, though this movement almost caused the laptop on the bed to slide to the floor. Chang Yu quickly caught the laptop and put it aside before reaching out to stroke Ji Yaoguang's long hair, continuing to smile and say, "Wasn't it you who wanted to watch a horror movie?"

"No more!" Ji Yaoguang corrected her mistaken course, then added, "How can cats be so scary? When we go back, I'm going to send 'Siren' away. It's ugly and frightening!"

"Your fans are still waiting for you to post cat photos," Chang Yu snorted lightly, "In their words, it's 'ugly cute.' Don't you know that in the eyes of cat lovers, cats are justice? They don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness."

"Where?" Ji Yaoguang found her phone nearby, opening the camera while replying, "Are 'cat pics' as good-looking as me?" She rarely took selfies to upload to Weibo, so her photography skills were naturally not great. After trying several angles, she filled a nine-grid and uploaded it. Chang Yu observed her actions, reposted this set of photos, and commented with the word "ugly."

"Where is it ugly?" Ji Yaoguang was clearly unconvinced. Three hundred and sixty degrees, no dead angles, how could her natural beauty deserve the word "ugly"? Moreover, Chang Yu was also in the photos, did she dislike even herself? Full of indignation, she wanted to seek validation from her fans, but whether on Chang Yu's Weibo or in the comments below, opinions were surprisingly consistent.

—Does Ji Beauty know about beauty camera apps? Know about photo editing? Know about the rule of thirds in nine-grid photos?

—Everyone, don't dislike these photos, it's good enough that we have them. And it's a big handful of sugar!

—Secretly asking, Goddess, where's your Siren? Next time, please take a photo holding it, okay?

—Are celebrities nowadays so bold? Actually daring to post bedroom photos? Even between best friends, isn't this too much?

—Is the person above from a village that just got internet? My goddesses are already married, they're legal wives.

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Ji Yaoguang turned her head to look at Chang Yu, exclaiming in surprise, "There are really people who care about that ugly cat Siren." After a pause, she continued, "I feel quite sorry for Sister Su, just leaving the cat for her to take care of like that."

"When buying the cat for you, she was already prepared," Chang Yu pointed out bluntly.

"How about leaving it at Sister Qiao's place next time?" Ji Yaoguang blinked, putting on an innocent expression. "It's our cat, so of course they should share the responsibility of raising it to be fair." This level of shirking responsibility was truly first-class. Wasn't it Ji Yaoguang who wanted to keep a cat in the first place?

Chang Yu gave Ji Yaoguang a sideways glance and said, "Don't make pets move around too much, they have their own emotions too." Hearing this, a sense of crisis suddenly arose in Ji Yaoguang's heart. Would she end up in a situation where she had to compete for attention with an ugly cat?