ISWMQ – Chapter 142

After indulging for nearly an hour, Rong Guang finally dragged her two limp legs out with Chu Feiliang.

The food on the table was already cold. Rong Guang lay on the sofa in the room, looking at Chu Feiliang with heavy eyelids, too languid to move.

After resting for a while longer, Rong Guang recovered. She sat up straight and watched Chu Feiliang methodically put the food in the microwave to heat it up. She said, a little embarrassed, “Sister, are we… being a little too much…”

“It’s a rare pleasure.” Chu Feiliang chuckled lightly. “When you feel like it, you do it. There’s no such thing as ‘too much.’ As long as you’re happy.”

Rong Guang thought about it and felt it made sense.

She looked at Chu Feiliang’s exceptionally stylish figure as she leaned against the side cabinet. Her languid demeanor was also one of the things that had once fascinated Rong Guang. Rong Guang couldn’t resist and scurried over to hug Chu Feiliang’s waist.

After the meal and another short rest, Zhang Nanchuan finally brought his crew back into the room.

He looked around, cleared his throat, and said, “Come on, get ready—we’ll finish this shot in the afternoon. Wrap up early, finish early!”

Zhang Nanchuan was, after all, a very serious person.

Although he was in a hurry to wrap up early and go home to be with his daughter, the work schedule was compressed quite a bit as a result. Everyone’s energy was at its peak, and each day felt more fulfilling than the last.

This afternoon’s scene was nothing special—it was the one where a jealous Yin Shuanghan pins Duan Xi down in a semi-public area to threaten her.

Ever since Yin Shuanghan was released from prison, Duan Xi had granted her almost every request. Even though her face was pale as she faced the camera, she ultimately chose to agree.

“Come, look at me.” Yin Shuanghan pinned Duan Xi onto the sofa, one leg squeezed between hers, and whispered softly, “Besides me, has anyone else been on top of you?”

Duan Xi lowered her eyes and shook her head.

From her perspective, she could only see Yin Shuanghan’s delicate collarbone and the small clavicle chain she wore.

The necklace was extremely simple. It was a platinum necklace that Duan Xi had bought for her with all her savings during the first year she spent with Yin Shuanghan after graduating high school.

The necklace was very expensive, over ten thousand yuan.

That was all the savings Duan Xi had after graduating high school and before starting university.

Yin Shuanghan, however, seemed as if she had finally been pleased by Duan Xi. She gently touched the corner of Duan Xi’s eye with one hand, her finger lingering and stroking the beauty mark there. “This beauty mark of yours…” she said, her voice growing softer, eventually disappearing with a kiss at the corner of Duan Xi’s eye. “…is truly alluring…”

Duan Xi let her bite.

Gradually, an undeniable pain came from the corner of her eye.

Duan Xi opened her palms and subconsciously gripped the sofa beneath her. She could even faintly feel that a piece of flesh was about to be bitten off.

“Sister…” The person beneath her let out a particularly faint cry.

Chu Feiliang came back to her senses.

She stared at Rong Guang lying beneath her, her eyes rimmed with red, the corners of her eyes even redder and showing a ring of teeth marks. She hadn’t, after all, forgotten what they were doing.

She licked it lovingly again, then changed the angle and bit down once more. This time, as she bit, she asked in a low voice, “Say it. Tell me yourself, who do you like the most?”

“I like…” Rong Guang swallowed hard a few times, tilting her neck back to accommodate her. “I like you…”

“Who am I?” Chu Feiliang asked in a low voice.

Rong Guang’s lips murmured a few times, but the words stuck in her throat, and in the end, she couldn’t actually say them.

Yin Shuanghan, or Chu Feiliang?

However, Chu Feiliang didn’t give her much chance to think, already sealing her lips completely. As their lips and teeth ground against each other, Chu Feiliang said in a low voice, “I know. It’s me. Isn’t it?”

“Isn’t it?”

Rong Guang shook her head frantically. Her hands were held by Chu Feiliang, pinned to the sofa with almost no effort. She was completely dazed and helpless, yet she was still trying her best to cooperate.

“Cut!” Zhang Nanchuan called a timely stop.

The room had been cleared out long ago. Except for the battle-hardened director of photography and a few essential staff members, there wasn’t a single non-essential person around.

Zhang Nanchuan watched the playback a few times, then said to Chu Feiliang, who had already changed her clothes, “You really are…”

Chu Feiliang raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Nanchuan watched Rong Guang come out and slowly finished his sentence, “Playing your true self.”

Chu Feiliang snorted with laughter. “Right back at you.”

After all, practice makes perfect.

In her past life, she had been constantly restrained and conservative. Even a simple kiss with Rong Guang had to be carefully planned for ages. She had missed out on so many opportunities. If she didn’t make up for it in this life, it was obvious who would be at a loss.

Rong Guang was too embarrassed to meet Zhang Nanchuan’s gaze.

Even if she were reborn two more times, she could never keep up with Zhang Nanchuan’s relentless pace in the art of cultivating a thick skin.

Rong Guang took two steps forward and said softly, “Sister, are you leaving?”

Chu Feiliang nodded. The two of them had long stopped hiding anything. They walked out holding hands, and she asked, “Does it still hurt?”

She was asking about the beauty mark at the corner of Rong Guang’s eye.

Rong Guang shook her head and said in a low voice, “It stopped hurting a long time ago… It’s just really hot. You… you didn’t break the skin.”

In the two productions she had filmed with Rong Guang, every makeup artist seemed to have a special fondness for the beauty mark at the corner of Rong Guang’s eye, always trying to find ways to accentuate it.

It wasn’t just in the films. Even for Rong Guang’s stage makeup, some stylists, in order to highlight this beauty mark, would draw her eye makeup like a butterfly, doing whatever they could to make it stand out, each look more bewitching and alluring than the last.

Thinking of this, Chu Feiliang couldn’t hold back again. She pushed Rong Guang against the wall of the car and asked teasingly, “Teacher Rong, you’re so beautiful and alluring on stage… that look in your eyes seems like it wants to strip me bare. How come you’re so shy now? Huh?”

Rong Guang’s face instantly flushed bright red, and she couldn’t help but say in a hoarse voice, “I… I don’t do that, do I…”

“You don’t?” Chu Feiliang said, taking out her phone.

Rong Guang immediately had a bad feeling.

Chu Feiliang wasn’t actually someone who liked taking private photos. In fact, in their line of work, they feared privacy leaks. There were some things that, while harmless, would cause an infinite backlash if exposed, so neither of them did such things.

But that didn’t mean Chu Feiliang didn’t have a stock of past magazine covers on hand!

Rong Guang looked at the extremely bewitching person on the phone screen, and her face was about to become a walking red light.

She turned her face away. After a long moment, she stammered, “Wait… until your birthday…?”

“What about my birthday?” Chu Feiliang leaned her ear closer.

Rong Guang suddenly curved her lips into a smile, kissed Chu Feiliang’s earlobe, and said softly, “On your birthday, I’ll dance for you.”

“I’ll dance just for you, for your eyes only,” Rong Guang continued. “That day, you can do whatever you want… I’ll be yours.”

Chu Feiliang, having gotten what she wanted, still played coy. She giggled, “When were you ever not mine?”

Rong Guang couldn’t refute that.

Just as they were talking, both Chu Feiliang’s and Rong Guang’s phones started buzzing.

The two of them were stunned and saw the same message in each other’s eyes: something had happened again.

“Open it and take a look.” Chu Feiliang rubbed her forehead. Wang Lujie wasn’t in the car yet, and neither was Yan Congxue; she had gone out with Wang Lujie to coordinate some work, leaving just the two of them in the RV.

After briefly scanning the news, Chu Feiliang raised her eyebrows and said, “These gossip media outlets nowadays…”

Rong Guang also finally sank into a state of prolonged helplessness, her eyelid twitching uncontrollably. “Their imagination is truly rich,” she said.

On both their phones, large numbers of forwarded news posts appeared, sent from Yan Congxue and Wang Lujie respectively. The content was all the same: Don’t worry, the company is handling it completely. It’s not a big deal. And telling Rong Guang and Chu Feiliang… no, telling Rong Guang to hold Chu Feiliang back and absolutely not to go out and pick a fight with someone directly.

Rong Guang couldn’t resist and tapped on a few headlines to read them.

#Chu Feiliang’s Late Night Stroll, Hand on Hip, Full of Pregnancy Vibes#

This news was from quite a while ago, but it had been pushed back to the top… Rong Guang’s lips twitched. She patted Chu Feiliang’s stomach and comforted her in a low voice, “Sister, you’re not fat, you’re just a little full.”

Chu Feiliang: “…”

Rong Guang patted her a couple more times, then lowered her head to continue reading.

#Rong Guang Secretly Follows, The Two Appear One After Another in the Same Residential Complex#

#Mysterious Man with an Armful on Each Side, Is It Cheating Within Marriage, or Abandoning His Wife and Child#

Reading this far, Rong Guang finally realized that this matter seemed to have been blown way out of proportion.

Below was a twelve-panel image grid.

The pictures were extremely blurry, but you could still vaguely make out the people.

Rong Guang was so familiar with Chu Feiliang that, despite the watermarks all over the pictures, she successfully found the “evidence” of them entering the residential complex “one after another.”

—That was from when Chu Feiliang had previously gone to her place to help her pack the rest of her luggage, and the background was the complex where she used to live.

Not only that, there were also pictures of where Chu Feiliang currently lived.

However, when they photographed Chu Feiliang’s residence, the clarity of the pictures was only slightly better than a mosaic. You could barely make out a human figure, and since it was probably quite late, the mark of the camera flash was particularly strong.

Rong Guang slowly scrolled down until she saw the last picture, which featured Zhang Nanchuan’s big, shiny bald head. The corners of her lips finally couldn’t help but twitch, and she said with a laugh, “Sister…”

Chu Feiliang had no expression.

At this point, she didn’t even know how to react.

The trending topic was simple, even crystal clear—

Chu Feiliang was pregnant, secretly married for years yet still working tirelessly to support her freeloader husband.

However, the husband couldn’t stand the loneliness and had an affair—with none other than Rong Guang.

As for this “husband’s” legitimate wife…

the media had earnestly labeled her with the two words “ex-wife.”

Chu Feiliang and Rong Guang exchanged a look. Chu Feiliang tossed her phone aside and said, “This little tabloid probably doesn’t want to stay in business.”

Zhang Nanchuan had powerful connections, not to mention he was backed by Big Dipper. This little tabloid must have lost its mind, brazenly plastering its name and the photographer’s ID directly onto the pictures. Following the source of transmission and the timeline, you wouldn’t even need a professional team to find the person responsible.

Rong Guang also nodded.

She even adopted a detached, spectating attitude—after all, this was truly a first.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but want to laugh. Caught between laughter and tears, she said, “I never would have thought that I had this kind of potential.”

The netizens below, however, were speculating with more genuine emotion than anyone.

Just as Rong Guang had looked around and was about to exit, feeling a bit bored, another new trending topic was pushed to the top, followed by two icons, its discussion heat rising rapidly.

#Rong Guang Beauty Mark Teeth Marks#

Rong Guang’s eyelid twitched, but Chu Feiliang had already clicked open the comments. The first comment was a genuinely heartfelt expression of disgust from a netizen.

【So gross, what is this? Is this some old man’s idea of romance? Does he have to stamp your face like a piece of pork?】

【I was too young and naive, I didn’t realize your circle was so messy.】

【The second wife and the mistress filming a dual-female-lead drama together, the main guy is the director, the ex-wife is the screenwriter. Makes perfect sense, totally awesome.】

Rong Guang: “…”

Chu Feiliang: “…”