She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 59

Initially, Chang Yu's personality was quiet and aloof. Only through her expressive eyes could one glimpse any emotions. From accepting Ji Yaoguang's confession to accepting her proposal, she simply replied with a "yes." Later, she kept everything bottled up inside, her gaze gradually losing its emotional color. This led Ji Yaoguang to believe she didn't care at all, even doubting whether their relationship was right or wrong. Facing setbacks in her only relationship, she could only respond with irritation and recklessness in her confusion.

"Those are all things of the past," Ji Yaoguang blinked and quibbled in response to Chang Yu's frankness.

Chang Yu smiled slightly, her gaze softening, "Yes, they're all in the past. So what are you still anxious about?" The strangers coming and going were all just passers-by; the only ones truly together were the two of them. They couldn't control others' small emotions and thoughts, but they could guard their own hearts. "Whether it's reality or a dream, that's a very philosophical question. If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it." There was a vague, indescribable feeling. A flash of confusion passed through Chang Yu's eyes, finally dissolving in Ji Yaoguang's smile.

"Do you think all the people coming and going are just passers-by? But Chang Yu, have you ever thought about what kind of fantasies your silence might give them? Sometimes even I feel like you're far away. Can you understand this feeling?" Words hidden in her heart that she originally didn't want to tell Chang Yu, but looking at her expression, she couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that in her eyes, irrelevant existences had no meaning at all. She never thought about what consequences these people might bring.

"You—" Chang Yu raised her eyebrows in surprise, not expecting Ji Yaoguang to say such things.

"I hope you'll think about it carefully," Ji Yaoguang interrupted her, smiling slightly.

The daytime life was like still water without ripples, only occasionally disturbed by a mischievous stone, creating waves of ripples. In the evening's small theater group, through Zhao Beiting's direction, Ji Yaoguang truly gained a lot. For the audience, the hilarious and funny bloopers were the highlights, while for these guests, they were constantly learning through time, with individual comprehension depending on personal talent.

Online, people's evaluation of Ji Yaoguang had changed from "Vase Ji Yaoguang" to "Irresponsible Cat Owner" and "Love Poem Writer Ji Yaoguang." Her Weibo was flooded with people clamoring for her to write love letters for them. Of course, there were also one or two discordant voices, implicitly or explicitly accusing Ji Yaoguang of plagiarism or using ghostwriters. Even though Ji Yaoguang was from Z University's Chinese department, they were unwilling to believe she had such talent. In their minds, it seemed celebrities could only act, or couldn't even act, with no other abilities.

When idle, Ji Yaoguang hugged Siren, whose coat was becoming increasingly glossy, to take photos. At first sight, this little kitten seemed incredibly ugly, but now, after looking at it for a long time, it became quite pleasing to the eye. Anyway, only she was allowed to occasionally call it "little ugly kitten," while others must address it as "Siren" or other flattering names.

"Little Sheng, have you seen Siren?" After searching inside and outside the courtyard without finding Siren, Ji Yaoguang became a bit anxious. Suppressing her restless emotions, she asked Jiang Yusheng, who was carrying a book into the room. All the other cats in the yard were there, only Siren was missing. Although Siren was very lively and not afraid of strangers, it knew not to wander off, at most running around in the bushes and grass in the yard, getting covered in dust.

The habit of blushing when talking to Ji Yaoguang had slightly improved. Jiang Yusheng stopped in her tracks, still somewhat afraid to look directly into Ji Yaoguang's beautiful eyes. She shook her head, carefully searching her memory for Siren's whereabouts, finally only saying, "I haven't seen it since I fed it last night." These words startled both of them, simultaneously raising a bad idea, their faces instantly paling.

Ji Yaoguang bit her lip and said, "Alright, I know. You can go about your business." She turned and continued searching for Siren along the corridor. After making considerable effort without success, Ji Yaoguang thought to herself, could the little one have run outside the inn? If so, it would be quite troublesome to find, as Meng Village wasn't small. "Siren is missing. Where do you think it might have gone?" Ji Yaoguang leaned against the doorframe, speaking to Chang Yu, who was engrossed in carving inside the room. She no longer concealed the anxiety in her voice, her eyes filled with confusion and regret. The production team had agreed to allow pets, but who else but her would do such a thing? If she had left it with Su Ci, this might not have happened. Although she wasn't particularly fond of cats, it was still her, Ji Yaoguang's, cat, and she should fulfill her responsibility as its caretaker.

The knife tip suddenly trembled, unintentionally pricking her finger and drawing a drop of bright red blood. Chang Yu lowered her gaze, putting down her work and walking to Ji Yaoguang's side, asking softly, "Could it have gone out to play and forgotten to come back? Have you searched the inn?"

Ji Yaoguang grabbed Chang Yu's hand, looking at her pleadingly, "I've searched inside and out. All the other cats that usually play with Siren are here."

Chang Yu sighed lightly, ruffling Ji Yaoguang's hair, and said softly, "Let's ask the others."

"I hope nothing's happened to it," Ji Yaoguang said, somewhat frustrated and dejected. Lowering her gaze, she caught sight of the blood on Chang Yu's finger, her heart suddenly alarmed as if pierced by a knife. "Your finger—" Her voice trembled, mixed with other emotions, as if she might cry at any moment.

"It's nothing," Chang Yu chuckled. "I often get small cuts when working on small wood pieces. It'll heal soon." Chang Yu's words didn't dispel Ji Yaoguang's dejection; instead, they plunged her into self-reproach. She knew about Chang Yu's hobby and had received many gifts personally carved by her, but never knew that in the process, her hands would be covered in scars. It seemed she lacked attentiveness, always focused on herself, rarely paying attention to what was happening around her. Like Chang Yu, like the missing Siren, these should be kept close to her heart. Rubbing her reddened eyes hard, Ji Yaoguang said softly, "Let's go find the others."

Currently, with sufficient funds, they rarely went out to work, especially in the afternoon, playing card games until dark. The cameramen had all disappeared somewhere, along with their equipment, as if they were tourists on vacation rather than lifestyle experiencers in the show.

"Royal Flush!" "I'm on your team, and you're bombing me?" "Let me play a card, I've only played one 'three' since the beginning." The voices seemed to come from far away. As her scattered thoughts gathered, Ji Yaoguang slowly returned to the real world. She blinked, seeing clearly those playing enthusiastically. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Bo Yu say, "Hey? Teacher Ji, why are you here? Aren't you taking selfies with Siren today? Want to play a round?"

"No need," Ji Yaoguang squeezed out a pale smile. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Has anyone seen Siren?"

"No," Bo Yu shook his head and added, "Now that you mention it, I feel like I haven't seen Siren for several days?"

Jiang Zhaozhi spoke up, "Maybe it went out to play with other cats. It'll come back when it gets dark. Don't worry, Teacher Ji."

Before finishing their hand, after hearing about Siren from Ji Yaoguang, Bian Yuting threw her cards on the table, mixing them with the other cards, indicating this round couldn't continue. The remaining three men, caught up in the excitement, wanted to protest but were silenced by Bian Yuting's cold glare. "When was it last seen?" Bian Yuting asked with a frown.

"I last saw it last night," Ji Yaoguang replied. At that time, the little thing was still dissatisfied about not getting dried fish and circling around her feet, then darting into the bushes, never to be seen again.

"The only one who's been moving around frequently lately is Chef An. Could Siren have gone out with her?" Sun Shaogong suddenly spoke up. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw An Muyu, whom he had just mentioned, enter the hall carrying a small porcelain cup. Not defeated by the small rain that had brought a chill, her long hair was coiled into a bun held by a small hairpin. Her smile was gentle, like a lady walking out of a classical painting.

"Chef An, where did you buy that hairpin? It's very pretty," Bo Yu praised generously. Turning his head to see Ji Yaoguang's cold expression, he suddenly realized that in this situation, his words were obviously inappropriate. Sticking out his tongue, he added, "Chef An, have you seen Siren?"

"Siren?" An Muyu raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly, "Shouldn't you be asking Teacher Ji about that?"

"Can't find it," Bo Yu shrugged, spreading his hands.

An Muyu lowered her head, and after a moment, turned to Ji Yaoguang to comfort her, "Maybe it went out to play and will come back at night. Kittens love to play, and the world outside the inn might have some mysterious attraction for it."

Ji Yaoguang also hoped Siren had just gone out to play for a while, but who knew how people outside would treat a lone little cat? With a lump in her throat, the people in front of her blurred then cleared. Ji Yaoguang pressed her brow and responded faintly, "I'll go out and look for it myself."

Suddenly, her cold fingers were grasped. Chang Yu, who had been silent, now revealed a gentle smile and said, "I'll go with you." She was also worried about Ji Yaoguang going out alone.

Bian Yuting and Jiang Yusheng, naturally on Ji Yaoguang's side, seeing her worry about Siren, also wanted to share some of her concerns. "We'll go too," they said in unison, then exchanged a glance of tacit understanding.

"Looks like we can't sit still either," Bo Yu stood up and stretched, patting Sun Shaogong's shoulder and laughing loudly, "Let's go, let's go, army march! Charge forward for the cute Siren."

The small porcelain cup was placed on the table, unnoticed.

An Muyu's face flushed red and white, watching their retreating figures, she muttered softly, "It's just a cat, isn't it?"