She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 58

This wasn't just Ji Yaoguang's confusion; some netizens commented on An Muyu's Weibo, naturally resulting in deleted comments and blocked accounts. Those new to the entertainment industry didn't fully understand its rules and nuances, instinctively playing the victim. Little did they know that An Muyu's fan base was far smaller than Chang Yu's or Ji Yaoguang's. While some comforted her, many suspected she was trying to ride on Chang Yu's coattails. This was because long after she posted her Weibo, there was no response from Chang Yu. Yet Chang Yu was clearly active, liking a cat photo from Ji Yaoguang, indicating she had seen the Weibo messages but chose to ignore An Muyu.

"Hey, look how concerned Chef An is about your pile of wood. Shouldn't you send her something as thanks?" Ji Yaoguang nudged Chang Yu beside her, a hint of mischief in her smile. "I see you've carved a 'do-nothing' plaque, just missing the silver powder."

"Are you serious?" Chang Yu raised an eyebrow, turning to meet Ji Yaoguang's obviously mischievous smile. She wondered who had been constantly expressing dislike for An Muyu, fearing too much interaction with her. Now actively suggesting this, if she really followed through, who knew how long it would take to soothe the overturned vinegar jar. Chang Yu inwardly laughed, seeing Ji Yaoguang blink and feign sincerity. She responded lazily, "Chef An has worked hard. We should indeed show our appreciation."

"Right, right," Ji Yaoguang chuckled. "Look, some of your fans are starting to say you're cold and heartless. She's your most loyal fan, after all." Ji Yaoguang deliberately emphasized "loyal," tilting her head back, her eyes sparkling like fallen stars.

"Isn't this good?" Chang Yu took the phone from Ji Yaoguang's hand, glancing at the screen that had caused her to ramble on. She had always known Ji Yaoguang had a secondary account but didn't know its name. Now, looking at it, it seemed familiar. Wasn't this the account that had liked all the comments wishing her and Ji Yaoguang well during their divorce drama? It even followed many super topics about their CP fans.

"So 'Huaiyu Sanren' is your secondary account," Chang Yu murmured.

Ji Yaoguang showed no embarrassment at being exposed, instead responding candidly, "Yes." Seeing Chang Yu frown without answering, she put on the air of a timid little wife, almost biting the corner of the blanket to pitifully cry to Chang Yu, "There are many love poems in there too. You don't know how sad I was when you weren't paying attention to me."

Apart from posting some poems, the secondary account had few updates, unlike some celebrities who use alternate accounts to rant and then deny ownership like a turtle hiding in its shell when exposed, leaving a lingering awkwardness. The secondary account seemed more like a personal mood diary, with many unspoken feelings and regrets that could only be expressed through text. The more Chang Yu read, the deeper her frown became. She could see Ji Yaoguang's past anxiety and uncertainty in those words. The account recorded one nightmare after another, almost without interruption during their time apart. It was like a blunt knife slowly carving at her heart, a gnawing pain amidst flowing blood.

Ji Yaoguang looked up to see Chang Yu's panicked expression, mixed with remorse and pity. After setting aside all those emotions, every time she thought back, she felt she had been too harsh. When Ji Yaoguang had once shouted about divorce, Chang Yu's heart had been cut like a knife, chilled to the bone. So when she firmly and decisively spoke those words, even bringing a lawyer to the door, what kind of harm had it caused Ji Yaoguang? Some processes are necessary paths in a relationship. Looking back on past setbacks while the two were as close as glue—it could have been avoided.

"What... what's wrong?" Ji Yaoguang became a bit flustered. She had intentionally let Chang Yu know about her secondary account to understand more of her past emotions, but hadn't expected this reaction from Chang Yu. The reddened eyes and deep, complex emotions were like a mountain pressing on her shoulders, making it hard to breathe. She wanted to see the Chang Yu who could make all things pale with just a lowered gaze and smile, not this Chang Yu with misty eyes hiding tears. She felt sorry for her past self, harboring a small resentment, but now it was completely replaced by concern for Chang Yu.

"I'm fine," Chang Yu blinked. She took a long breath, as if only a few seconds had passed, or perhaps ten minutes. Finally, she spoke again, "Are you still confused about which is the dream and which is reality? Do you still have nightmares? How much anxiety is hidden in your heart?"

These were questions Ji Yaoguang wanted to answer but didn't know how. Her anxiety had never fully dissipated. She still couldn't find the reason for suddenly returning to the past. If before it was the fear of Chang Yu falling for someone else, now it was worry about whether the present was a dream or reality. What if all this was an illusion? What if one day when she opened her eyes, she was back in that cold room, with empty wine bottles rolling around everywhere? She would have to continue that decadent and depraved life.

"I... I just feel this is all too good, like a dream," Ji Yaoguang held Chang Yu's hand, chuckling lightly. "Look at the village name, Meng Family Village. Isn't it just like 'Dream Family Village'?" This seemingly joking remark suddenly sent a cold sweat through Ji Yaoguang, her grip on Chang Yu's hand suddenly tightening. Time Traveler's Inn, Meng Family Village—was this a coincidence or some kind of hint? She hadn't thought about the question of dream versus reality for a long time. Waking up to see Chang Yu lying beside her, she had gradually pushed those strange occurrences to the back of her mind. If this was a dream, she hoped it was one from which she would never wake.

"You're afraid," Chang Yu said these four words with a hint of resentment in her tone. She could feel that Ji Yaoguang was hiding other things in her heart. Although she tried her best to conceal everything in her emotions, it would involuntarily show only on rare occasions. The current stability and peace seemed like an illusion. What if one day it was suddenly torn apart? Where would they go if they fell into the cracks?

"Yes, I'm very afraid," Ji Yaoguang hugged Chang Yu, murmuring into her shoulder. "I'm afraid someone will take you away. Look how excellent you are. I hate An Muyu, in every aspect. I even dislike Su Ci, who doesn't understand the situation, because of her. And I resent Lu Yusheng, who gave her a push and now lets her thrive. Do you think these emotions of mine are inappropriate?" This wasn't the first time she had expressed her dislike for An Muyu to Chang Yu. The emotion deeply ingrained in her bones seemed destined from the first glance at An Muyu. They didn't seem like strangers meeting for the first time, but more like people returning with hatred from a previous life.

"These emotions are normal," Chang Yu's hand slowly slid down Ji Yaoguang's spine as she spoke softly. "Love me, love my dog, and the reverse is also true. When you dislike someone, it's easy to develop an aversion to everything related to them. Bear with it a little longer. The filming of this season of 'Time Traveler's Inn' will end soon. Although what I hope for more is that you can adjust your emotions yourself. It's fine if your hatred for An Muyu is hard to change, but you shouldn't implicate those around you. They don't know your true thoughts. Very few people can make all their friends like each other."

"Then do you dislike An Muyu?" Ji Yaoguang looked up and asked.

"Do you want to hear the truth? I neither dislike nor like her. She's just an irrelevant person. We'll meet again on film sets in the future. If I must describe it, she's just a stranger whose name I know," Chang Yu didn't go along with Ji Yaoguang's words, answering indifferently. She maintained this kind of restraint and distance with most people. Most people in this show's crew probably fell into this category in Chang Yu's eyes.

Ji Yaoguang didn't want to force Chang Yu to say she disliked An Muyu. She laughed lightly and changed the subject, "You know how I often post some poems on my secondary account? Someone called 'Isatis Root on the Throne' sent me a private message asking if they were my original creations."

Chang Yu asked, "How did you answer?"

Ji Yaoguang narrowed her eyes and smiled, "I told her they were original."

Chang Yu asked again, "Why would she ask you that?"

"Maybe she's trying to stir up trouble," Ji Yaoguang replied. She casually clicked into that person's Weibo homepage and found that they followed Zhao Qing, An Muyu, and others—basically all the people in the entertainment circle that she disliked. Apart from cheering on Zhao Qing and the others, their Weibo activity consisted of liking all comments that criticized Ji Yaoguang. Honestly, if she hadn't clicked into this person's Weibo, she would have almost forgotten about the existence of her rival, Zhao Qing.

"Why are there so many people who like you? Let's not even talk about Zhao Qing from before. Now there's this gentle and considerate An Muyu. Teacher Chang, you really are 'blessed with beauty,'" Ji Yaoguang's words carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

Chang Yu smiled slightly and said, "You probably don't know, someone sent me a private message saying that there's no future between people of the same sex, telling me to quickly divorce their goddess Ji Yaoguang. Then there were your 'flowers and plants,' the young models who appeared with you in magazines, convinced that our relationship was in name only, telling me to let go early. Some even said some threatening things. I haven't asked you yet, what exactly did you say to those people back then?"

The gentle smile seemed dangerous no matter how you looked at it, the eyes that were like a spring breeze in March suddenly becoming as sharp as frost. Ji Yaoguang's heart tightened; Chang Yu had never mentioned this before. "Oh? Is that so?" Showing a guilty smile, her words seemed pale and weak no matter how you looked at it. She couldn't deny the foolish things she had done to anger Chang Yu back then.