ISWMQ – Chapter 140

According to the professional standards of an actor, Rong Guang and Chu Feiliang should have been exercising their full professional integrity at this very moment. No matter what had happened, they should have cleared their minds and continued filming.

But Zhang Nanchuan had skipped work… so Chu Feiliang didn’t waste any more words, promptly asking for another half-day off and taking Rong Guang straight back to the hotel.

On the way back, they didn’t notify anyone. Chu Feiliang drove herself, pushing the car to its top speed.

Vaguely aware of what was about to happen, Rong Guang felt as if she were floating when she walked, her legs a little weak.

The hand holding hers was dry and warm, yet incredibly delicate and gentle. But only its firm grip and the warmth that continuously kneaded her palm told Rong Guang just how excited and… impatient its owner was.

From the hotel entrance to the elevator, they even ran into many people along the way.

Chu Feiliang maintained a perfectly appropriate smile, even greeting different people and occasionally making small talk.

But their clasped hands never separated.

Rong Guang even began to suspect that everything that had happened on the way here was just her own illusion.

Was Chu Feiliang really this excited?

Opening the door, changing shoes… Rong Guang kept her head down, unable to hide her nervousness.

After a long moment, Rong Guang thought it might have been her imagination.

But just as she took off her coat, preparing to go wash up first, her hand was gripped tightly. Chu Feiliang had pulled her back, and in the next second, the world turned upside down as she was pressed against the door.

Giving Rong Guang no time to breathe or pause, Chu Feiliang lowered her head and kissed her. The action was tinged with a restrained madness, a cautious probing, and an unparalleled sense of cherish.

Rong Guang’s eyelashes trembled. She tilted her head up slightly, doing her best to match Chu Feiliang’s movements.

The two stumbled into the bathroom. While the tub was filling, Chu Feiliang sized her up for a few moments and said with a light laugh, “How is Teacher Rong feeling right now?”

Rong Guang’s breath was scorching hot. She said in a hoarse voice, “I don’t know… Don’t ask…”

As she spoke, Rong Guang clenched her hand and took the initiative, pulling down the loose collar of Chu Feiliang’s shirt. Taking advantage of the moment Chu Feiliang lowered her head, she kissed her lips forcefully.

The roles of offense and defense were instantly reversed. This kiss was so unrestrained that she couldn’t hold back her strength. It was a bit fierce, and Rong Guang could even hear her own teeth chattering, but Chu Feiliang seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. By the time they separated, they were both breathing heavily.

“The water’s almost full.” Chu Feiliang reached out and gently hooked Rong Guang’s chin, whispering, “Shall we bathe first? Teacher Rong, I’m a little hungry…”

Rong Guang’s hands suddenly tightened, clutching Chu Feiliang’s clothes.

…

…

From dawn to dusk, and once again to the breaking light of the next dawn, Rong Guang and Chu Feiliang stayed nestled indoors, going nowhere, with only a single, dim, warm lamp left on.

The next morning, when Rong Guang woke up, she was truly stunned for a long time.

Her mind was a complete blank, yet she could still recall the trembling sensation from the previous night that had coursed through her entire body.

She never knew it could be so… pleasurable.

Her thigh muscles still trembled slightly as she got out of bed, but looking at Chu Feiliang sleeping soundly beside her, she felt a blush creep up her face.

Even now, her spirits were still highly stimulated.

After yesterday, there were truly… no more secrets between her and Chu Feiliang.

Rong Guang lowered her head and kissed the tip of Chu Feiliang’s nose.

Sensitive to the light, Chu Feiliang burrowed deeper into the covers. Her body shifted under the blanket, but she didn’t open her eyes.

Rong Guang chuckled softly. Looking at Chu Feiliang’s arm, which appeared exceptionally fair against the dark-colored blanket, she whispered, “Would Sister like some breakfast?”

Chu Feiliang didn’t answer.

Chu Feiliang’s role was a bit more demanding than hers. Yin Shuanghan was a character who knew how to have fun—horse riding, car racing… she did whatever was most extreme. They were all physically demanding but very cool extreme hobbies.

It was just a pity that Chu Feiliang, as the actress, had to learn each one and master them.

And given Zhang Nanchuan’s fastidious nature, he would absolutely never allow the use of a stunt double or props.

That would be too fake, something absolutely impermissible on the big screen.

After Rong Guang washed up, she went downstairs to get breakfast. When she returned to the room, Chu Feiliang was already sitting at the dining table, cupping her face as she turned to look at her.

The sun was slowly rising from the horizon, and the rare orange-yellow light of early morning shone on her, adding a touch of warmth to Chu Feiliang’s entire being.

Rong Guang’s voice softened considerably as she said, “Sister, it’s time to eat.”

Chu Feiliang was completely languid. She propped her cheek on one hand, looking at her sideways, and said with a light laugh, “Teacher Rong has pretty good stamina…”

Rong Guang’s face flushed at her words. She stammered for a moment before saying, “It’s because you’re usually too tired.”

Chu Feiliang wasn’t the least bit embarrassed.

Hearing this, she even nodded and said, “So, did you like it?”

Rong Guang actually thought about it seriously, her voice growing even quieter. “I liked it.”

Chu Feiliang retracted her gaze, let out a soft laugh, and took a bite of the fried dough stick beside her. She said indistinctly, “What a coincidence, I liked it a lot too.”

Knowing what she meant by “liked,” Rong Guang’s face turned so red it felt like it would start bleeding.

After a while, once they had eaten and drunk their fill, Rong Guang watched as Chu Feiliang couldn’t help but stretch her arms and massage her legs. She obediently walked over to knead her muscles, saying, “Sister, why don’t we take another day off today? You should get some good rest…”

Chu Feiliang looked at her with lazy, half-lidded eyes. After a moment, she moved Rong Guang’s hands to her own lower back and grunted softly, “Right here—my back is aching down to the bone. Taking a day off isn’t out of the question. Let’s take one more day.”

Rong Guang breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Chu Feiliang wasn’t insisting on going to work, she immediately took out her phone, intending to ask Zhang Nanchuan for leave directly.

However, before Rong Guang could even type out the message, notifications on her phone’s WeChat began to pop up frantically. Preview messages appeared one after another. Rong Guang simply exited and opened the new messages.

【Wang Lujie: Xiao Rong, keep Xiao Chu calm first. You two are together, right? Don’t open the door—reporters have snuck onto the set, and there are sasaeng fans mixed in. It’s a total mess. The production team’s security is handling it now. Whatever you do, don’t let her check the trending topics! I’ve already spoken to Director Zhang, you two are off for the day! You must keep her calm. I’m afraid she’ll get in a bad mood and just grab a frying pan to go fight them!】

【Rong Guang: Okay, don’t worry.】

But grabbing a frying pan to go fight someone…

Had Chu Feiliang really done something like that before?!

Rong Guang couldn’t help but imagine a little cartoon of Chu Feiliang brandishing a frying pan, spinning in circles and whacking people with it. She found the thought incredibly cute.

This kind of situation wasn’t uncommon. Having been an idol for several years, Rong Guang had experienced most of it—being secretly photographed at hotels, her phone number being leaked, and so on.

But back then, that inhumane company, Star Cluster, had done nothing at all.

The Big Dipper of today was different. Before the situation could even blow up, they had already stabilized the artist and communicated directly with the production team to handle it.

Rong Guang looked around the room. It was still very safe here. Before they moved in, Wang Lujie had spent a few days inspecting everything. They each had their own key card, and even the lock cylinder was new.

—Unless someone actually dared to play Spider-Man in broad daylight and climb a wall with no footholds all the way to the top floor.

“Is someone looking for us?” Chu Feiliang yawned lazily, turning her head to lie on the soft sofa. “Did Zhang Nanchuan give you a hard time?”

“How would he dare give me a hard time now…” Rong Guang started laughing as she spoke. “Chacha has already started calling her ‘Mother,’ but Director Zhang hasn’t even managed to say more than a few words to her. These past few days, because he’s feeling both sullen and guilty, he’s been putting all his energy into working on me, grinding through scenes with me all day long. He’s just short of making me learn from the ABCs with him…”

Hearing this, Chu Feiliang also scoffed, “What was he doing before? Now he’s trying to cram for the exam at the last minute.”

“Chacha’s condition means she can’t be out for too long. Her time outside is carefully monitored, and she has to go back for regular check-ups. Director Zhang has to be tied to the set, so there’s nothing to be done.” Rong Guang sighed and said, “But Chacha has started reviewing her lessons these past few days. I heard her mother found a separate school for her.”

“Yes, it’s the B City Talent Training Academy.” Chu Feiliang, enjoying the massage, hummed and said, “The name sounds like a fourth-rate vocational college, but it’s actually a top-tier special talent development center. Chacha passed the assessment test. As soon as she’s well, she can go straight to school. Everything there will be the best for her, and the most suitable.”

With that, Rong Guang was completely at ease.

She could now picture Chacha in an ill-fitting graduation cap and a gown that might drag on the floor, and she was already starting to look forward to it.

When that time came, all of Chacha’s family would be there to witness the ceremony, accompanying Chacha through the most important year of her life.

That would also be one of the few unforgettable years in the hearts of their group of people.

With friends and family present, everything stable, yet very happy—it was already a rare and precious thing.

“With this day off…” Chu Feiliang struggled to sit up, rested her head on Rong Guang’s lap, and shifted into a new lazy position on the sofa. “Does Teacher Rong have any other ideas? What should we do?”

Rong Guang’s face showed a hint of hesitation.

She glanced at Chu Feiliang’s exposed little belly, reached out to pull her clothes down to cover it, and then said, “Why don’t we… just rest for today?”

Chu Feiliang fell into a strange silence.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt like she could hear a hidden subtext in Rong Guang’s unfinished sentence—

“Your back is bothering you, so you should rest more today, right?”

Chu Feiliang narrowed her eyes, her tone gradually becoming dangerous. “Are you implying that I’m not good enough, Teacher Rong?”

Rong Guang’s face turned bright red, and she said, a little embarrassed, “I didn’t mean that.”

But whether she meant it or not, it was a fact that Chu Feiliang’s back was too sore for her to get up easily. At first, Rong Guang thought she had been too rough and had worn her out, but after all the fuss, they even called for an in-home massage therapist, only to find out that… it didn’t seem to be the case.

The person who came was an acquaintance.

Seeing Chu Feiliang lying on the bed, still looking extremely uncomfortable and restless, the therapist said, “Teacher Chu’s back injury is acting up again, isn’t it? A massage alone won’t work; it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. In her case, putting a medicated patch on it would be much better than me working on it with my hands.”

Only then did the two of them wake up as if from a dream. Rong Guang hurriedly went to the medicine cabinet to find the injury plaster.

This was a household staple and was used up quickly. Rong Guang stared at the date for a moment, then glanced at the other common medicines before turning back to say, “A few of the medicines in here are about to expire, in about three months.”

Chu Feiliang was sprawled on the bed, frowning constantly in discomfort. A sore back was tormenting, and what was worse than the physical pain was that this thing was like a magic attack, completely impossible to ignore.

She nodded. “Lulu will prepare more later, don’t worry about that. Come on, put it on for Sister.”

The medicated patch was ice-cold. A short while after it was applied, Chu Feiliang was gasping from the stimulation of the medicine, hissing as she drew in cold breaths, but her expression was much more comfortable than before.

Seeing her expression relax, Rong Guang couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Chu Feiliang stared at her, and after a moment, she smiled. “Do you know what I’m thinking right now?”

Rong Guang blinked curiously. “What?”

“I’m thinking…” Chu Feiliang slowly rolled over. After a sigh that was hard to tell if it was from discomfort or relief, she propped her head up with one hand and looked at Rong Guang. “It’s not that I’m not good enough, it’s my back that’s not good enough.”

Rong Guang was stunned, only to hear Chu Feiliang continue, “Otherwise, I could have gone for several more rounds.”

Rong Guang: “…”

“Such a good opportunity last night, I didn’t seize it…” Chu Feiliang chattered on. Judging by her posture and the look in her eyes, it seemed she wanted to immediately cash in on her claim of ‘I could have gone for several more rounds.’

Rong Guang looked down at the medicated patch in her hand. It didn’t smell pleasant, but it was indeed refreshing and invigorating. She wondered if she should stick one on Chu Feiliang’s forehead.

Maybe that would wake her up?